Heaven's Beloved took the adoption manual of the sick apprentice

Chapter 108 Ink Painting

As soon as he entered the study room, Jiang Yu saw at a glance that there was a painting hanging on the wall behind the desk, an eight-foot banner ink painting, with mountains in the distance, mist, mist, and flowing water.

On the top of the mountain, a red figure looks a bit abrupt and a bit pyrotechnic.

"This painting..." Jiang Yu stood in front of the painting with a dazed expression.

Lan Xiang closed the door and saw that Jiang Yu was more interested in the painting. He came over and said with a smile, "Master Jiang, do you like this painting?"

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and stopped looking, a little confused, "It's a very artistic painting, but the red figure seems a bit abrupt, and it doesn't look like the artist's handwriting."

Lan Xiang looked at the painting and sighed, "Many people look at the painting and think it was ruined by others, but they don't know that the woman in red was actually painted by the painter himself."

"Why are you so sure? This painting seems to be quite old."

Lan Xiang pointed to the small couch beside him, "The tea is ready, Mr. Jiang, please."

Jiang Yu sat at the table on the couch and watched Lan Xiang making tea very skillfully.

"Speaking of this painting, it is actually an heirloom in our family. My mother-in-law told me before that it was made out of grief and anger by a person my ancestors met who was very talented in painting." Lan Xiang said. Put the brewed tea in front of Jiang Yu, "Taste my tea-making skills."

Jiang Yu nodded with a smile, picked up the tea with his white knuckles, and sipped lightly, "Yes, Mr. Lan is good at his craftsmanship."

"Master Jiang, please don't coax me, I can only be considered arty."

Jiang Yu smiled and said, "How could it be? This tea is really good."

Lan Xiang looked at Jiang Yu's smile and felt enlightened for a moment.

"Lord Lan?"

Lan Xiang came back to his senses and saw Jiang Yu, who was looking at him in confusion, and smiled apologetically, "I was distracted. I remember Mr. Jiang joined the company when he was 16, and it has been nearly 14 years now."

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, already understanding what Lan Xiang was going to say.

"Master Jiang is now thirty, but he is still so young. Speaking of which, I am only two years older than Master Jiang, but I..." The appearance is not there.

Lan Xiang caressed his face lightly, and every morning when he got up to do his makeup, he could see the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes through the dim bronze mirror.

"Mr. Lan, time flies by and your face ages quickly. Don't force it."

Lan Xiang smiled bitterly, "Yes."

Time is not forgiving, do you know the stars on your temples?

Jiang Yu was still more curious about the story behind this painting, "What happened to the painter that Mr. Lan mentioned before?"

Lan Xiang took a sip of tea and stared at the painting, "Our Lan family was not originally from Yuzhou City. Speaking of which, before the Lan family became prosperous, it was said that they were once servants of a certain family. The master of that family was this The painting is the real author.”

"The owner of that house was a young master. There was a man he loved so much that he painted this painting with his own hands. He thought about it day and night. Finally, before he died, he painted red on the top of the mountain with his blood and painted the painting of his beloved. The person’s back." Lan Xiang said softly.

At the end, there was a sigh, I don’t know who I was sighing for.

"After our ancestors buried the owner, they brought this painting back. This painting has been kept in the darkroom. Later, my grandmother's generation loved this painting so much that she took it out and put it in her studio. After she died, my mother moved the painting to my study, where it hung for many years.”

Jiang Yu nodded. She had seen the scenery in this painting before.

She suddenly didn't dare to think about who the painter was, but her heart felt like insect bites, and she was tormented.

"I would like to ask, is Mr. Lan not named Lan at the beginning?" Jiang Yu suddenly asked.

Lan Xiang was stunned for a moment, with a bit of surprise in her eyes. She looked around and saw that the door was tightly closed. There was no possibility of leakage. She whispered: "Master Jiang, why did you say this?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Lan. Jiang Yu has no intention of spying on our ancestors. But I once heard that my ancestors had rumors that they had met a famous painter and had known each other for hundreds of years. His surname was Lan, from Lan Tian."

Lan Xiang looked at the painting hanging not far away in silence. Jiang Yu probably already knew from her pale complexion and tightened pupils.

"Yes, the blue of the blue sky." Lan Xiang said softly, "Lan Xiang, doesn't it sound better?" There was a smile on her lips.

After the master the Lan family served died, in order to survive, the Lan family moved anonymously from Qingzhou to Youzhou.There is an extremely cold mountain in the north of Youzhou, Yunyi Mountain, and the man died on that mountain.

For many years after that, the Lan family had the etiquette of going to Yunyi Mountain to worship.

"Later, when I was young, I often went to the mountain to worship, and I accidentally saw a..." Lan Xiang suddenly stopped talking, as if thinking of something, he quickly changed the subject, "A cat."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Lan Xiang picked up the tea at the table and took a big sip, trying to expose this topic.

Jiang Yu didn't expose her words, she already knew.

"By the way, Master Jiang, didn't you say you have something to talk to me about? You see, I have been talking about painting and have lost track of time." Lan Xiang wiped the sweat from his head calmly.

Thinking back to the conversation just now, Lan Xiang felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat, and the veins on his forehead were pulsing, unknowingly shaking out all his family wealth...

This Master Jiang is indeed terrifying.

"There is indeed something I want to ask Mr. Lan."

Before Jiang Yu could ask the question, Lan Xiang suddenly said: "Master Jiang, if you want to ask Ling Lan, I will send someone to find him now."

"No. It has nothing to do with Ling Lan. I have other things to ask Mr. Jiang." Jiang Yu, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed Lan Xiang's sleeve.

Lan Xiang did not run away, but had no choice but to retreat and continue to sit by the couch.

"Master Jiang, just ask if you have anything. As long as I know, I will definitely tell you everything I know."

Jiang Yu chuckled, "It's not a big deal. Mr. Lan has been managing Yuzhou City for so many years, so he should be very aware of the people here."

When Lan Xiang heard this, he immediately felt something was wrong, "No, no, no, Master Jiang can't say that, and I don't know everything..."

"Master Lan, have you ever heard of a family named Ji?"

Lan Xiang suddenly raised his head, the panic in his eyes not dissipating, "Ji? Ji Sui's Ji?"

Ji Sui is a relatively famous female official in the history of Tianlin. Many people and politicians regard her as an example for upright officials, and Jiang Yu also respects her very much.

She truly deserves to be remembered.

"Yes, Lord Lan seems to know?"

"No, no, no, no, I don't know." Lan Xiang jumped down from his seat and waved his hand quickly, "It's getting late, Mr. Jiang. I have to deal with government affairs, so I need to take a step first."

"Master Lan, what are you afraid of anymore?"

Lan Xiang listened to Jiang Yu's voice as if it was in her ears. She turned around and saw no one. When she turned her head, she saw Jiang Yu looking at her with a smile, less than half a step away.

Lan Xiang: "..." Damn it!

"Shh! Tell me everything you know, and I will leave here immediately. You can manage Yuzhou City well, and no one will come to trouble you."

Lan Xiang raised his head again, and when he met Jiang Yu's gaze, there was a faint fear in his heart that broke out of the ground and climbed upward.

(End of this chapter)