After wearing the best mother-in-law, my way is wide

Chapter 446
Although Zhang Yiming knew that Ying Yi was the guard of Feng Yin's family, he was still not used to talking to him who was kneeling.

"Follow the order."

Yingyi listened to Zhang Yiming's instructions, got up and looked at him, "I don't know what my uncle is going to do..."

Zhang Yiming waved his hand: "Speak softly, don't make noise to rest."

After finishing the words, he looked at their room again, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he walked a few steps to the side and stopped.

Looking back at Ying Yi, he asked, "You must have something like a fire bag on you, right?"

"some."

Ying Yi replied, stretched out his hand to untie a skin bag from his waist, took out a fire bag from it and looked at Zhang Yiming: "What should I do?"

Zhang Yiming handed over the things in his hands: "Find a place that is not easy to be noticed by yourself, and see the patterns on it clearly, and I will wait for you here for a stick of incense."

"After a stick of incense, no matter what you see, come back and tell me the truth."

"At that time, I will remind you how to distinguish the authenticity from the false."

"Yes."

Zhang Yiming made his words so clear, Yingyi didn't ask any more questions, took the things he handed over respectfully with both hands, and disappeared in place.

"Kung fu is amazing."

Seeing the empty corridor again, Zhang Yiming curled his lips and muttered to himself.

But his gaze was always focused on the room they lived in tonight, not daring to be careless.

He was wearing a robe like this, leaning lazily on the railing of the corridor, carrying his innate noble aura.

Zhang Yiming, once a famous family in the imperial capital, Zhang Yiming, who has developed his own style in history, calligraphy and painting, is displayed in him at this moment
What Feng Yin asked earlier was how he could draw a watermark-like anti-counterfeit mark on the painting.

In fact, it was he who followed his father since he was a child, from calligraphy to traditional Chinese painting, and then to the creation experience of historical masters, who created the unique calligraphy and painting methods of Yukungang. My father, who has been immersed in historical research for decades, can't do it.

If not, how could he become a big name in the industry in his thirties?

Even many older generations who have studied in this industry for countless years are full of praise and envy for his art.

During the previous period, Zhang Yiming's performance was limited due to injuries and the relationship he had just arrived here.

Now, since he has a clear goal, Zhang Yiming will gradually emerge.

Only in this way can he better help his wife complete the great cause of revenge and find her parents.

When a stick of incense was about to pass away, Ying Yi finally returned to Zhang Yiming.

He clasped his fists in a respectful salute: "My subordinates pay respects to my aunt."

"Exemption."

Zhang Yiming adjusted his posture, and his original laziness disappeared in an instant, "Tell me, what do you see?"

As soon as Ying felt the change of his breath, his heart trembled slightly.

But he still quickly replied: "The subordinates saw the sickle and the axe, but there are a few words in it."

Zhang Yiming nodded: "Well, yes, I am very happy that you have such vision."

"So, can any of you make this signature?"

Ying hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The subordinates have already arranged for people to do it overnight, and please give the subordinates some time, aunt and young master."

Zhang Yiming: "Then the people you sent to us don't need to be in a hurry to show up."

After a pause, he added: "Remember, don't let the enemy discover this secret mark."

"In the future, even if you appear beside my husband and wife, we will only use this pattern to distinguish friend from foe."

(End of this chapter)