Jiaohua

Chapter 1488: Going to be fucked

The old man was forced to wash and scrub, and then sat at the table dry and refreshed.

He looked at the table full of food with a dazed look in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

He didn't speak, and no one else spoke either. All eyes in the room were on him.

There was a slight noise outside the door, but the old man did not respond until a clear voice sounded: "Are you not hungry now?"

The old man quickly turned his head away.

The girl was slender and graceful, with her hands behind her back, her ponytail fluttering in the evening breeze, her eyes clear and beautiful, looking at him with a smile.

"Ali!" The old man hurriedly got up and ran over to grab her hand.

"Don't move!" the men who came with the girl immediately shouted and stepped forward to stop him.

The old man was held by two men on the left and right. He took a step backward and was pressed back onto the round stool.

"Ali, let them go!" The old man looked at Xia Zhaoyi anxiously, "I have something to tell you! Don't let them hear it!"

"Just say whatever you want to say," Xia Zhaoyi stepped over the threshold and walked over, "There are no outsiders here."

"No!" The old man shook his head. "I'm just telling you, let them go!"

Xia Zhaoyi stopped and looked at the old man from a distance of four or five steps.

This face was unfamiliar to her.

However, she did not live at home when she was young and only went back a few times a year. She had not seen all the people in the mansion, not to mention the personnel changes.

It's not surprising that this face is unfamiliar.

But the strange thing is that the old man had seen her before. As soon as he saw her in the afternoon, he rushed over to recognize her without hesitation.

Xia Zhaoyi smiled and said, "Okay, I can let them go, but you have to answer me a question."

"what is the problem?"

"You lost my portrait?"

"No!"

"Not lost? Then, where is the portrait?"

The old man opened his mouth to speak, but was suddenly startled. He stopped and stared at the girl in a daze.

His mind wasn't clear, but he was still able to react and realized that he seemed to have been tricked.

Xia Zhaoyi was also a little surprised. She started by testing the portrait, but didn't expect to hit it at the first try.

"Who gave you the portrait?" Xia Zhaoyi bent down, came closer to look at the old man, his eyes clear and bright.

The old man pursed his lips, his eyes became evasive and hesitant, not daring to meet her gaze.

"If they don't tell the truth, then why should I listen to you and let them leave?" Xia Zhaoyi said.

"There is no portrait, no portrait!" the old man shouted, "You remembered it wrong, there is no portrait!"

"Can't tell?" Xia Zhaoyi raised an eyebrow, "I want to know who gave you the portrait, and why this person won't let you tell me."

"I don't know!" The old man stood up excitedly and stared at Xia Zhaoyi, "That's not true! I don't know what you are talking about!!"

Zhili whispered behind Xia Zhaoyi: "He's still a grumpy old man."

Xia Zhaoyi walked to the front of the old man where he turned his head away.

The old man glanced at her, then quickly turned his head away and looked to the other side.

Xia Zhaoyi walked around to the other side, looked at him and said, "Tell me, who gave you my portrait, and who asked you to come to me?"

The old man wanted to turn his head away again, but suddenly two men came over and forcibly held his head steady, preventing him from moving.

No matter how hard the old man tried, he was no match for the two men.

So he looked away and didn't look at Xia Zhaoyi.

Xia Zhaoyi hooked a stool in front of him and sat down: "I'm going to the north. If you don't tell me tonight, I'll be gone tomorrow and you won't be able to find me."

Xu Yinjun said: "Old man, this is your last chance! If you have anything to say, say it now!"

All eyes in the room were staring at the old man, who looked this way and that, not looking at Xia Zhaoyi.

"This grumpy old man is still angry." Zhili said in a low voice.

Xia Zhaoyi was not in a hurry and waited leisurely.

The house suddenly became quiet, time passed by little by little, outside the house the moonlight shone on the clear water, the garden lights were dim, and occasionally a breeze came in through the window, bringing coolness and comfort.

An unexpected scene occurred: the old man actually fell asleep like this.

He was not pretending, he was really asleep, and kept his head fixed in a sitting position.

The two men on both sides were dumbfounded for a moment and looked at Xia Zhaoyi: "Second Miss, he fell asleep..."

Moreover, he was sleeping soundly and was completely defenseless.

Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly and looked at the old man's sleeping face.

Zhili thought for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Junior Sister, not everyone can fall asleep like this. Unless you are a very drunk person, ordinary drunks can't do it. But..."

Considering the old man's weird mumbling and his sudden madness at dusk, it doesn't seem strange that he fell asleep like this. Xia Zhaoyi suddenly looked at Xu Yinjun: "When you washed him, did he have any wounds on his body?"

After a pause, Xia Zhaoyi added: "These are wounds left by torture."

Xu Yinjun said: "There are some flesh wounds, especially on the feet, but they seem to be caused by traveling."

"What about the upper body? What about the wrists? What about the waist, hips and legs?"

Xu Yinjun shook his head: "There are only scars left after the wounds healed. Maybe he was infected with some disease, or maybe it was caused by insect bites. There are a few places that should have ulcerated, but they don't look like they were left by torture."

"This is even more impossible," Zhili stepped forward and said excitedly, "There were hundreds of people from the Xia family who were exiled to the Hechuan wasteland, and less than half of them made it there alive. They were all brutally beaten and abused, and no one was unscathed!"

As he said that, Zhili looked at Xia Zhaoyi and said, "Junior Sister, maybe I guessed wrong this afternoon. This old man may not be a member of the Xia family."

Xia Zhi said in a deep voice: "Whether it is true or not, he appeared here, there must be someone behind him pushing him, and I don't know what this person's purpose is."

Xu Yinjun said, "Second Miss, what should we do? How should we deal with this person?"

Xia Zhaoyi didn't say anything, but stared at the old man with her clear and bright eyes without blinking.

Zhili couldn't help it again, and said softly: "Little Senior Sister, maybe I was wrong just now... I shouldn't be so arbitrary and absolute to think that all the exiled Xia family members have been beaten and abused. If this old man is good at talking and speaks in a pleasing way, the escorting officers and soldiers may not treat him harshly. Also, what if the person escorting him happens to be a kind and benevolent person, or someone who has received favors from the Xia family. So, it is possible that he is really a member of the Xia family."

Xia Zhaoyi suddenly smiled faintly: "Let's not guess anymore."

"No more guessing?" Xu Yinjun and Xia Zhi said at the same time.

Xia Zhaoyi looked back at the old man: "It's not us who should be racking our brains, it's the people who pushed him to find me. However, if we can help this old man find his way home, it will be a good deed."

Then Xia Zhaoyi looked at Xu Yinjun and asked, "Where is the person who came to look for Kang Jian now?"

"He left," Xu Yinjun said, "I sent someone to Qingyue Pavilion, but he only waited for a while and then stopped waiting, saying he would come back tomorrow."

"Have you mentioned Qingyue Pavilion to him?"

"No, the man's identity is unknown, so I didn't tell him."

"Well, did he leave an address?"

Xu Yinjun shook his head: "Neither."

"If he comes tomorrow, ask him about the relationship between Yangliu Lou and Huzhou's calligraphy and painting master Wen Baixi. If the relationship is good, can Yangliu Lou invite Mr. Wen Baixi to Hengxiang?"

Zhili's eyes lit up: "Junior Sister, is it the great painter Wen Baixi?"

Xia Zhaoyi nodded: "Yes."

Previously, people thought that Tai Zicang was very capable and could draw portraits based on the dictation of others. Unfortunately, after his wife Bai Qingyuan died, Tai Zicang completely disappeared from the world and no one knew where he had gone.

Wen Baixi and Tai Zicang were both disciples of Shui Mo Qiu, but their painting styles were different. However, their painting skills were equally good.

Wen Baixi had never seen Kang Jian, but he was still able to draw him 90% similar, which shows his great skill.

Xu Yinjun asked, "Boss, what if we can't invite you?"

Song Zhiqing smiled and said, "Then we can only go to Wenhe Building and ask who is a good painter."

Xia Zhi said: "Don't worry, Miss Second, there will always be a master. Wenhe Tower is full of talented people, there must be someone who can paint well!"

Song Zhiqing glanced at him and nodded.

But for some reason, she was quite curious about Wen Baixi. And, since he was a talent, she wanted to recruit him.

The Northern Yuan counterattack is about to begin, but there are never enough talented people.

In the distance, several pairs of eyes were looking at the brightly lit Zhiyu Waterside Pavilion in the darkness.

The leading man was not very handsome, of medium height, with an elegant and reserved temperament, but his smile was quite refreshing and sunny.

He looked at Zhiyu Waterside with a faint smile: "She should be able to take good care of Du Shenshe."

The man closest to him was handsome and charming. He said respectfully, "Du Tiesheng has gone crazy. He doesn't recognize anyone but Ah Li. He is also very difficult to deal with. Unless they kill him or detain him, Du Tiesheng will keep pestering and making trouble."

The handsome man who spoke was Dongfang Shi.

Meng Sixiang smiled and said, "They rescued me outside the city, which shows that they have a kind heart and will not stand by and watch someone die. Even if they don't plan to keep this Du Shen snake, they will make sure it is properly placed."

When he mentioned the incident that happened a few months ago, Dongfang Shi's expression changed slightly.

He carefully observed Meng Sixiang's expression, but he couldn't tell whether there was anything hidden behind his smile.

The incident was caused by his dereliction of duty, and dereliction of duty is a mistake. Anyone who makes a mistake will be punished, but Meng Gong has not mentioned the word punishment so far.

Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that they have fewer and fewer people available.

"Let's go!" Meng Sixiang turned around and said with a faint smile, "A-Li should be going to Beiyuan soon. Once she leaves, no one can control those guys. So we have to go too. It will be difficult for us to be as carefree as we are now and stroll around Hengxiang Night Market."

Dongfang Shi walked and said, "The Fang and Jin families were badly hurt. With Guo Guan's death, Madam Chen will not be able to do anything in the short term. From this point of view, they are now seriously injured and are more disabled than us."

As Meng Sixiang listened to his words, his smile became even brighter, but his eyes became extremely deep as he looked at the Wenhe Building not far away.

From the Zhengmeng Tower to the Taolin Garden in Zhaishuiling, to the entire Hengxiang Mansion, and the several houses purchased by Mrs. Chen in the countryside outside the city, all were cleaned up by this little girl.

He had been fighting those people for so many years, but when she came, she accomplished in half a year what he had not accomplished in fifty years.

Unfortunately, he will also become the target of her...

Meng's homesickness made him feel heavy-hearted and he was afraid that it would be difficult to cope with it.