Sitting in the car, Tang Lanlan felt a little embarrassed.

Last night, I expressed it so obviously, this kid actually thought that his eyes were in the sand. Does he not like himself, or is he playing dumb?

Do you have to strip yourself naked and lie on the bed, take a tube of toilet paper in your hand, and hook your fingers at him? This fool knows his own mind?

The subtle state between the two can even be seen by her sister, Ning Luo, a ghost girl, is a small ghost.

Only Ning Hao was kept in the dark alone, and Tang Lanlan had always been his goddess. But he didn't expect Tang Lanlan to like him so quickly.

Tang Lanlan said while driving, "Ning Hao, the owner of the house is back, and he said he wants to see you." ”

"He was the one you picked up last night?"

"Yes. In fact, he is a good friend of my father, and he has been friends for many years. I told him a little bit about you, don't you mind?"

"It doesn't mind if it's your uncle, but outsiders do. Lan Lan, in fact, I am a very low-key person. ”

"It's still low-key, didn't you take ......advantage of putting your hand on someone's shoulder last night?"

Tang Lanlan's voice was weak, Ning Hao couldn't hear it clearly, so he simply leaned his whole face up, "What are you talking about?"

"Nasty, on the street. ”

Tang Lanlan rolled her eyes, "I recommended you to Uncle Li and asked you to help him pick the lock." Before his retirement, Uncle Li was a big figure in the political circles of the capital. Even if you can't open the lock, you can also take this opportunity to beg him to help Ning Luo go to school. ”

"If you open it, you will give away the lock of the house for nothing?" Ning Hao became interested, "What kind of lock is it, no one can open it all over the world?"

"I haven't seen it either. I have recommended several people before, but he has declined them. ”

On the thirteenth floor of the office building of Zhushi Real Estate, an old man with a clear face sat opposite Ning Hao, looking at each other for a while. The old man sighed, "You shouldn't be able to open my lock, you can go." ”

"Uncle Li, if you don't take out the lock and take a look, you know that I can't open it. Ning Hao finally knew what Tang Lanlan said about this Li Xianming's strange personality.

How can anyone conclude that others can't open it without looking at the lock?

"You don't have enough background. Li Xianming said stubbornly.

"I'm good at my craft. Ning Hao was also stubborn.

This old man also looks down on people too much, today it's a big deal to spend a hundred yin virtues to ask the thief ancestor Dongfang to shape his body, and he still doesn't believe that there is a lock that he can't open.

Li Xianming stared at Ning Hao for a long time, "Where did you get such confidence out of nothing?"

"There is no lock in this world that I can't open. I've earned your house. Ning Hao felt very unhappy with Old Man Li's contemptuous eyes, and directly said what he thought in his heart.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha...... Young man, he is really straightforward. I'd like to see if you're really talented, or if you're arrogant and ignorant. ”

Li Xianming turned his eyes to Tang Lanlan and said, "You go out first, I'll give him a chance." ”

Tang Lanlan glanced at Ning Hao, and seeing that he was full of confidence, she turned around and went out and closed the door.

Li Xianming let out a long breath and pulled out a long box from the suitcase beside him.

The box opened, and inside was a quaint scroll.

The scroll unfolded and hung on the wall, Ning Hao looked at it carefully for a while, touched his head and was dumbfounded.

I don't know what date it is, but the whole frame is tinged with ancient yellow. In the painting, a woman in palace costume sits next to a rockery, and her side face is thrillingly beautiful. The woman stared at a box on the desk next to her with a sad face, and her sad and anxious eyes were very distressed.

The box was a precious red sandalwood, and a gold lock hung on it.

Painted on the lock!

This old man Li is guilty of dementia, how can the lock on the painting be opened? Isn't this making fun of people?

Ning Hao coughed dryly twice and said, "Uncle Li." We are all men, and I understand your feelings. I also heard the story of a woman who liked it. But it's too impractical for you to try to open the lock in the painting in order to understand her sorrow, right?"

As soon as the painting was opened, Li Xianming's eyes stared at the woman in the painting and never left.

Hearing Ning Hao's words, he said leisurely,

"I got this painting 30 years ago, and I've been researching its origins ever since. It wasn't until twenty years ago that it was confirmed that the woman in the painting was Empress Wenzhao of Wei. This box was given to her by Cao Pi, and it is said that she died after that. It's a pity that she is dying and hasn't figured out what Cao Pi means. This painting is a record of the last days of her life. Look at her eyes, how sad and helpless, how heartbreaking. ”

Old man Li really fell in love with the woman in this painting. Ning Hao rubbed his face, "So, you actually want to unlock your heart?"

Li Xianming smiled and shook his head, "It's a bit savvy to know that you want to unlock your heart." It's always right that I said that you don't have enough background, you don't even know who Empress Wenzhao is, how can you open my heart lock. ”

"Can you be Baidu?" Ning Hao said cheekily.

Li Xianming gave him a look of contempt, stared at the woman in the painting again, and muttered, "Once the sea was difficult to turn into water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud." Her name is: Zhen Mi. ”

"Zhen Mi!"

Ning Hao scratched his head. It turned out to be a woman that Cao Zhi loved. Back then, Cao Zhi wrote Luo Shen Fu for him, and in the end, both of them died, which can be regarded as a famous love story through the ages.

Everyone else is so distressed, this old man still wants to intervene?

"Uncle Li, when the lock in the painting is opened, it is either a white silk or a bottle of crane-topped red. The key to your heart is nothing more than seeing the person in the painting smile. ”

Ning Hao rubbed his temples fiercely, as long as he knew the name, he could do this.

Isn't there a ghost press bed in the Difu Taobao store?

But thinking of the message left by the Pure Altar Envoy after purchasing the Diao Chan Ghost Press, he felt a little resistant in his heart.

Zhen Mi looks like a fairy, captivating the country and the city, and Old Man Li is over seventy years old, with a wrinkled face.

If you bring Zhen Mi's ghost to meet Old Man Li once, what is the difference between it and pimping?

Li Xianming saw Ning Hao's tangled face, and his heart suddenly moved. Could it be that this kid is really as Lan Lan said, extremely magical, and can pass through ghosts and gods?

"I heard that your sister wants to study in the Huaqing preparatory class. I guess Lan Lan told you about my energy. If you can untie my heart, she will be accepted after the summer vacation. Li Xianming approached Ning Hao, a little emotional.

"My sister's grades, there should be no problem in entering the Huaqing preparatory class. I also pay for the tuition. Ning Hao looked at Zhen Mi in the painting, and always felt that this woman was defiled by doing so.

"I only have one wish in my life, how about I owe you a favor?" Li Xianming's lips trembled slightly, obviously unwilling to give up this opportunity.

"You won't make any stumbling blocks in my sister's enrollment because of this, right?" Ning Hao knew that this old man's energy in the capital was huge, and he couldn't help but be a little worried about his sister's future.