Jiaohua

There are three calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, two of which are black and white characters, and one is written with Lingshan Xiushui, Yunmeng Chunqiu.

A picture expresses people's hearts and minds.Establish the way of heaven to determine people.

The two calligraphy and paintings have different handwriting, old and new, and different paper materials.

Lu Wuwei cast his eyes on the one farthest from the door. In the painting, there is a woman wading in the wind. The white clouds are quiet and the river is quiet.She turned her head and looked sideways, as if she was looking at someone outside the painting, her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful and clean, and her facial features were clearly discernible.

The painting is quiet, but the meaning of the painting is vivid. The people in the painting seem to be alive, waiting for someone outside the painting to speak.

On the side is written in small characters: Xia Nu Ali, in November of the year Guisi, Youzhou Congxin Mansion.

The words are too small, and if you don't look closely, you won't notice them at all.

After seeing the word "A Li", everyone in the room surrounded her.

A woman stared fixedly at the girl in the painting: "How big is the difference between this painting and her?"

Lu Wuwei said: "Looking at this painting right now, you may not be able to imagine her face, but if you see her in person, you will find that this painting is almost exactly the same as her."

The woman said: "It can be seen that she is a beautiful beauty."

Another woman who just cried because of her brother's death looked at the painting and said coldly: "It's nothing more than that, not as good as sister Xuexiang."

Xuexiang Shenmu's face was calm, looking at the girl in the painting: "Indeed, I am much more beautiful than her."

"Hahahaha..." Lu Wuwei laughed loudly, "Miss Xuexiang, Bimei is useless right now. It depends on whether we can capture her alive."

"Catch alive?" The leading man looked at Lu Wuwei.

Lu Wuwei smiled and said, "Of course, what our Duke Meng wants is a living Ali, not a dead one."

The leading man said: "Fortunately, we didn't make any promises to Mr. Meng during this trip. If we have a chance to kill her, we will definitely kill her."

Lu Wuwei sighed with a smile: "I also feel that Meng Gong is making things difficult for others. It is difficult to kill her, but to capture her alive."

Xuexiang Shenmu said: "Did Menggong say why he wanted to capture her alive? What's the use?"

Lu Wuwei shook his head: "I don't know."

Xuexiang Shenmu said: "Then let me change the question. It is said that Meng Gong and Wei Xingchuan have been dealing with Qiao's family for decades. Why?"

Lu Wuwei said: "Didn't Madam Yu tell you?"

"No, she doesn't know why, and she is also deeply curious about it."

Lu Wuwei pursed his lips, with a smile that was not a smile: "That's right, if Mrs. Yu didn't even ask Meng Gong for the reason, how could I easily tell you?"

Xuexiang Shenmu glanced at him coldly, then looked back at the painting.

The leading man suddenly asked: "This painting is not shallow, who painted it?"

Lu Wuwei said: "You may not know him, but you should hear about his master and master."

"Oh? Who?"

"His surname is Wen, his first name is Baixi, his master's name is Shun Cen, and his master is Shui Moqiu."

Everyone was taken aback: "Shui Mo Qiu?"

"Sure enough, the teacher is from a famous family."

The leading man said: "Then where is Wen Baixi right now?"

Lu Wuwei looked over: "You want to find him?"

"If what you said is true, and the girl in this painting is exactly the same as Ah Li, then I will ask him to draw more portraits."

Lu Wuwei nodded: "Alright, he is in Huzhou, with a letter, he can arrive in three days."

As he said that, Lu Wuwei laughed: "Besides, he can not only draw the people he sees, even if he has never seen them, as long as you describe them properly, he can also draw them."

The leading man raised his eyebrows: "So powerful?"

"It's not considered a unique skill. Among Shui Moqiu's disciples and grandchildren, there are at least five people who know this painting technique."

The leading man said: "Okay, you write a letter immediately, I want to see him as soon as possible!"

Lu Wuwei smiled and said, "It's easy to say, I'll go right away."

The night was getting thicker and thicker, and the rain gradually stopped.

Lin Wumei made a table of sumptuous dishes, and she served them one by one.Three women and four men sat at the table, watching coldly, no one lifted their chopsticks.

After Lu Wuwei wrote the letter, he handed it to Lin Wumei. He came out and sat down. Seeing the people at the table looking at him expressionlessly, Lu Wuwei smiled again on his thin and fleshless face: "Okay, I, Mr. Lu, first Take the first bite!"

He exchanged his clean bowls and chopsticks with a man sitting next to him: "The bowls and chopsticks are not poisonous either!"

Then, he picked up the chopsticks and picked the dishes one by one, put a little bit of each dish into his own empty bowl, and exposed the bottom of the bowl after eating in public: "Look!"

The leading man looked at it coldly, and then lifted his chopsticks.

Others brought it up too.

Lin Wumei came out with the letter and gently closed the yard door.

Wearing a bamboo hat on her head, she stood outside the door in a daze, her eyes lost.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at the sky where it hadn't rained for a long time. She took off the bamboo hat and hung it outside the courtyard gate, then turned and walked towards the house not far away.

Zhan Ning hid in the dark, staring at her closely, when she stepped out of sight, Zhan Ning set out to follow.

The house Lin Wumei went to didn't have a small courtyard. She stepped up the steps and knocked on the door, three times hard and twice soft.

The door was quickly opened, and the man who opened the door was thin and tall, and immediately stepped aside as soon as he opened the door, and Lin Wumei quickly entered the room.

There was only one light in the room, and besides this man, there were two other men sitting by the open window.

There are three long swords on the table, the scabbards are silver and bright, and the brilliance is fine.

The three of them didn't do anything. After eating, they just sat upright like this, waiting for Lu Wuwei's orders.

Lin Wumei put down the letter and said: "I need to leave immediately and send it to the intersection of Zhang Qiudao Street, Huzhou Prefecture, Mr. Wen Baixi, a calligraphy and painting master."

As soon as her words fell, a sitting swordsman got up immediately and walked towards the inner room without saying a word, changed clothes, took bamboo hats, coils, and dry food, and came out to pick up a sword on the table. He left through the side door without uttering a word.

Lin Wumei didn't stay too long, and quickly opened the door and came out.

Seeing that her hands were empty, Zhan Ning looked back at the room.

At this time, the crisp sound of horseshoes sounded.

A figure quickly galloped out from the back alley.

On this long dirt road, Lin Wumei walked towards the small courtyard, and the man with the long sword on his back ran away in the opposite direction.

Zhan Ning frowned, unable to do everything.

He looked at Lin Wumei who had gone back, gritted his teeth and endured it, not chasing the swordsman.

Under the same dense night, on the distant land of Songzhou, there was also a fast horse galloping across the deserted road after the rain.

Stepping into the territory of Fushang County, there are thousands of lights at a glance, and the sky is full of camps, and the waves are magnificent.

The messenger soldier stopped for a while, took a breath, and continued to run.

Half an hour later, Jin Hongkang, who had just arrived in Fushang County, took over the military aircraft letter presented by the messenger soldier.

Looking at ten lines at a glance, Jin Hongkang was furious for a moment, and coughed violently due to choking.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem...Uncle Yun! What a robbing Uncle Yun!"