Knowing the answer, Gu Yuqing pushed the four silver ingots together in the direction where Wang Daqing had just sat down, got up, and said, "I'm tired." ”

Wang Daqing's eyes flashed with dazzling luster, and he smiled, and said: "No labor, no labor, the family said, let Miss Gu go by herself, I won't send it, his family is the third to last in the east of the village, the door is dark green, and the old New Year's paintings are pasted on the doors of every house, only his family, the New Year's paintings are painted by themselves, and they are very easy to recognize." ”

Wang Daqing said, while walking to the table without pause, stretched out his hand, and put the four silver ingots into his arms, as if holding a newborn baby and carefully hugging it, that loving look, he is like a loving father looking at his little baby!

Even though Gu Yuqing was not very disgusted with him because of Wang Daqing's sense of responsibility to the villagers after that, it was really unbearable for him to be like this at the moment, so he immediately stopped staying for a moment, and walked out.

As soon as they got out of Wang Daqing's mansion and got into the carriage, Gu Yuqing and Jixiang both exhaled.

The carriage drove straight to the east end of the village.

Ji Xiang said to Gu Yuqing: "Miss, this is really a big forest, there are all kinds of birds, this Wang Daqing...... He is served by his concubines?"

Gu Yuqing shook his head, "Those people say that they are his concubines, but they are just a name for him to act conveniently!

Wang Daqing, this is in the name of his wife and concubine, and he is doing the work of the wind and snow and the moon rouge field.

It seems that he suffered a big loss and let his woman be defiled by others, but in fact...... His big mansion that transgressed the rules is enough to explain everything.

Those women, maybe he didn't touch any of them.

Such a person, I didn't expect him to have a heart for the villagers.

I just don't know if this heart is red or black.

From Wang Daqing's house to that family, it was only a few turns, not too far, Gu Yuqing's mind had not yet converged, and he felt that the carriage under him stopped abruptly, and the voice of the groom came from outside the curtain, "Miss, it's here." ”

Jixiang raised the curtain and helped Gu Yuqing get out of the car.

The north wind swept the withered yellow and dry fallen leaves, whirling and flying past the feet, adding a sense of desolation to the late autumn and early winter in the village.

Holding the small hand stove in his arms, Gu Yuqing glanced at the dark green door.

Sure enough, as Wang Daqing said, the New Year's pictures on other people's doors are pasted, and his family is painted by himself.

The two door gods, the painting is lifelike, it is more realistic than the New Year's painting, the pen starts and stops, the pen turns the wind, each stroke has full strength, but it is a door god, but it is a magnificent atmosphere that is about to come out, so that people can see it at a glance to the heart.

To have such a painter shows that the owner of this house is either a painter who has been in the years or a hidden master.

The Hidden Master......

Thinking of this, Gu Yuqing's heart was stunned, and her eyes narrowed slightly when she looked at the two paintings.

"Heavenly Machine" never issues tasks at will, and every seemingly absurd and uninhibited mission of its will hide unexpected and shocking secrets behind it.

Could it be that the mission of the "Heavenly Machine" this time is not in the matter of Niuchang and Miaojiang, but here...... Gazing at the handwriting marks on the dark green gate, Gu Yuqing's heart shrank, and his eyebrows couldn't help but have a solemn aura.

Also, here, in order to highlight the festive and auspicious, every house has a golden-red door, why is his house painted dark green.

Golden Red ...... Green...... Is this a deliberate attempt to avoid something?

What is it to avoid? Why should it be avoided? How is his house different from the rest of the village?

After contemplating and thinking about it, his eyes skimmed over the dark green wooden door, and looked back, the towering houses were no different from the neighbors on the left and right, his gaze retracted, and fell on the two hand-painted door gods on the door again, and the more Gu Yuqing looked at it, the deeper his brows wrinkled.

Suddenly a little boy holding a wolf's hair in his hand and standing on tiptoe in front of the bookcase to paint appeared in her mind.

Autumn just starts, the maple leaves are gradually red, the swaying between the sun will be sheared, scattered through the clear windows into the house, not bad at all on the unfolded pulped rice paper, with the breeze lightly, like jumping on the paper elves.

The handsome side face of the young man became more and more focused under the large patch of sunlight that had been cut up.

His crow-blue brocade robe was like a carving, falling on Gu Yuqing's eyes and mind, two lives, lingering.

That was the scene she saw when she entered the palace with her mother when she was five years old and in the courtyard of Concubine Mei's palace that day.

To this day, she can clearly feel that the temperature of the sun floating on his face when the young man turned his face to smile at her after the painting was completed, was so smoky.

That young man is Concubine Mei alone, the eldest son of His Majesty the Emperor, Xiao Yan.

The picture is too beautiful, it appeared so suddenly, in this cold early winter, Gu Yuqing's heart was stabbed by this sudden appearance, and her eyes were blurred.

Memories are like a flood, overwhelming, surging, and she is not given any chance to prepare at all.

That afternoon, she and Xiao Yu stood side by side, both tiptoeing their necks, and kept chattering while Xiao Yan was painting.

"Brother Yan, draw me a little chicken, I want a little yellow chicken, the fluffy kind, with red feet. ”

"Brother Yan, draw me an eagle, I want to fly in the sky. Xiao Yu's immature voice echoed in Gu Yuqing's ears, she seemed to have returned to the age when she was carefree, no killing, no conspiracy, no bloodshed, no death, "My eagle is going to catch her chicken!"

When Xiao Yu said, she giggled as if she was a ghost, but she burst into tears angrily, "Brother Yan, my chick will have thorns on it, and when his eagle comes, my chick will prick it with thorns." ”

Xiao Yu smiled more and more, "Hahaha, the chick has thorns, don't be kidding, how can there be a chick with thorns, you chick, you are destined to be captured by my eagle, you are mine!"

Tong Yan is unscrupulous, but that unscrupulous Tong Yan is remembered again by Gu Yuqing, who is now married to Xiao Yu, and it has a different taste.

The two of them chattered about eagles and chickens, but Xiao Yan smiled and showed them the finished painting in his hand.

It's not an eagle or a chicken, it's that she and Xiao Yu are flying kites.

"Who wants to fly a kite with her/him!" Seeing the painting at a glance, Gu Yuqing and Xiao Yu said in unison, each glanced at each other with disgust, and his eyes fell on the painting that Xiao Yan mentioned, but he refused to look at it again.

"How can my eyes be so small......"

"I'm obviously ...... taller than her"

……

The thoughts of the past are rolling in like this, and in my memory, Xiao Yan's gaze at her and Xiao Yu is always warm and spoiled.