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The old man in front of him looked drunk.

Standing beside Shen Yang, he staggered twice.

Such a person is actually a master of painting?

Ye Linger was a little skeptical.

She couldn't help but look at Shen Yang, only to see Shen Yang nodded to her.

Even so, she was still puzzled.

Shen Yang ignored her, he obeyed the old man's instructions, took out pen and paper, put them on the wooden table in the main room, and spread them out.

Ye Ling'er looked around and nodded to Meng Zhu, who then walked out of the room and guarded the door.

The old man staggered into the main room, took out the jug under the table, raised his head and took a sip of the wine.

"Tell... tell me, what kind of painting do you want?"

"Uncle Chen, I said, you draw."

"it is good."

After the words fell, Uncle Chen took the brush.

In an instant, he seemed to wake up suddenly, his confused look was gone, and his whole face was serious.

Ye Linger breathed a sigh of relief.

She watched Uncle Chen draw his eyebrows and eyes stroke by stroke, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

She is so familiar with these eyes.

She turned her head quickly, but she couldn't remember who this person was.

She was so nervous that she couldn't help pinching her sleeves tightly, her eyes fixed on Uncle Chen's brush.

Seeing that the whole face was about to appear completely in front of Ye Linger, an arrow flew in from outside.

Ye Ling'er only heard a "whoosh", and the arrow was stably inserted into Uncle Chen's chest.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, staining half of the drawing paper red.

Uncle Chen's eyes were wide open, he stared straight ahead, twitched twice, and fell down on the table with a "boom".

Ye Linger quickly ran out of the house, "Mengzhu! Chase!"

"Yes."

In the blink of an eye, Mengzhu disappeared.

Ye Ling'er ran into the main room in two steps, and saw Shen Yang hugging Uncle Chen and putting his fingers under the tip of Uncle Chen's nose.

Ye Ling'er walked gently to Shen Yang's side, holding her breath and looking at him.

Shen Yang raised his head and shook his head at her.

Ye Ling'er only felt her legs go limp.

Who is it!

They just came here, and that person found it.

Such a quick action can only prove that someone has been watching her.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but her heart beat like thunder.

She walked to the wooden table in two steps, folded the drawing paper into small pieces, and put it in her arms.

As soon as she turned around, Mengzhu came in from the outside.

She lowered her head, walked up to Ye Linger, and knelt down for her with a "boom".

"Queen, slaves are useless, no one has been found."

"Have you found any clues?"

"No."

Suddenly, Ye Linger felt that the people around her, no matter who they were, were unreliable.

Seeing her silent, Meng Zhu was frightened.

She buried her head lower, "Queen, if you want to punish, then punish the slave, it's useless."

Ye Linger was extremely irritable.

She turned around and looked at Uncle Chen with an extremely ugly expression on her face.

"Brother Shen, does Uncle Chen have any other relatives?"

"He was lonely all his life, only I came here to see him from time to time, I didn't expect..."

As Shen Yang spoke, his words choked up a little.

He didn't expect that when he came this time, it turned out to be a farewell.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of hatred.

"Ling'er, do you see who the person in the portrait is?"

Ye Linger was silent.

She always felt that person was very familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was.

She didn't speak, and the room was silent.

After a while, she spoke.

"Brother Shen, I will find the murderer and avenge Uncle Chen."

Shen Yang didn't say a word, but hugged Uncle Chen tightly.

Ye Ling'er wanted to say something, but found that all the words were so pale.

It was as if a stone had been crushed in her heart, and she couldn't breathe.

"Mengzhu, it's good to bury Uncle Chen generously. Remember, you are now the wife of Brother Shen. If you bury him in the name of Brother Shen, no one else will be able to find any loopholes."

As soon as Mengzhu heard it, she knew what Ye Linger meant.

"Yes, don't worry, Queen, I will properly bury Uncle Chen well."

Ye Ling'er tilted her head slightly, took a deep look at Meng Zhu, and then lifted her foot to leave.

She walked out of the yard, Meng Zhu followed closely behind her.

She frowned, "Don't rush back to the palace with me, and come back after everything here is done."

"Yes."

It wasn't that Ye Ling'er was too careful, but that when Uncle Chen had an accident, Mengzhu was the only one outside.

This place is hidden, if you want to come here, unless someone has been following them.

But she was sure that there was no one behind her before she entered the main room.

Of course, there is another possibility that that person is very skilled and they didn't realize it.

What made Ye Linger most suspicious was that the arrow was shot from Mengzhu's direction.

Although all of this is just her guess and she doesn't have any evidence, it's better to be careful.

After Ye Ling'er returned to the palace, the first thing she did was go to the main palace to find Jiang Mohan.

Jiang Mohan was discussing political affairs with the minister, seeing her in a hurry, he put down the brush in his hand, stood up and walked towards Ye Linger in two steps.

"what happened?"

Ye Linger opened her mouth, but finally shook her head.

"It's okay, I missed you."

After the words fell, Jiang Mohan's eyebrows and eyes were as soft as a pool of spring water.

He rubbed the top of Ye Linger's head, "Let's go, let's go back."

As soon as he said this, all the ministers in the hall couldn't help but breathe.

They looked at Ye Linger and couldn't help shaking their heads.

The roots of troubles.

Confidence is a disaster.

Who has ever seen Jiang Mohan not even caring about government affairs!
Ugh!
Several ministers looked at each other in blank dismay, and one minister still walked out of the front and lowered his head to remind Jiang Mohan.

"Your Majesty, we are discussing government affairs, if you leave now..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Mohan's eyes turned cold.

"Didn't this king just say, just use Master Qin's opinion, didn't you hear?"

The minister was taken aback, and his shoulders shook, "Your Majesty, I know I was wrong."

"Since you know you're wrong, let's all back down."

"Yes."

Before the minister got up, Jiang Mohan hugged Ye Linger and walked outside the palace.

Ye Ling'er looked at his chin, and her heart suddenly settled down.

She rested her head on Jiang Mohan's chest and closed her eyes to feel his breath.

Jiang Mohan didn't say anything, he carried Ye Ling'er back to the dormitory, put her on the bed, and looked at her affectionately.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

Jiang Mohan knew very well that she had never been such an unreasonable person.

If she was able to find herself there today, something must have happened.

Listening to his words, Ye Linger was suddenly moved.

She leaned over and hugged Jiang Mohan's waist.

She didn't speak, and Jiang Mohan didn't speak, but held her hands tighter and tighter.

After a while, he asked softly:
"Now tell me what happened."

Ye Linger blinked, straightened up and took out a piece of drawing paper from her bosom.

"Do you know this person?"

Looking at the person on the drawing paper, Jiang Mohan narrowed his eyes suddenly.