Yang Shaoshi took his hand, slowly stepped into the room, swept his eyes around, and paused a little on the small rattan box next to the small couch, Qing Clumsy on the side was very eye-catching, she was Jingci Xiangu's eldest disciple, understood Jingci Xiangu's thoughts, and Jingci Xiangu specially asked the Qin family to follow the reason, she was clear, and she also understood Jingci's words, seeing Yang Shaoshi's gaze, she hurriedly stepped forward to open the small rattan box, but there was nothing inside.

Qing Chuan explained: "Uncle Shi is very simple, except for what he wears, he only prepares a set of clothes and shoes and socks for washing, and there is nothing else. ”

Yang Shaoshi sighed with emotion: "Immortal Gu's heart to the Tao is really admirable!"

Standing at the door, Qin's family couldn't help but bow his head to wipe away his tears, and he didn't dare to make a crying sound, and his shoulders twitched.

Qin Nuan supported the Qin family, reached out and patted her back gently, making her not so uncomfortable, and despised the sheep Shaoshi and the clumsy little fairy girl in the house: "One is good at greeting, and the other is very hypocritical!"

After Yang Shaoshi finished sighing, he paced in front of the wooden table in front of the window, reached out and picked up the stone paperweight, put it in his hand and admired it for a few times, and then put it down, it was just a very ordinary stone, and there was no pattern carving on it.

He also picked up the scriptures, read them one by one, and then put them back in their places. In turn, the pen, ink, and inkstone on the desk were all picked up and "appreciated".

Standing aside, humble and quiet, but his eyes moved with Yang Shaoshi's hand.

Qin Nuan was very worried, what if there was something unsuitable for my grandmother who was found here? What if my grandmother's identity was a certain taboo and a certain object of pursuit?

Qin Nuan was nervous in her heart, she was holding Qin's forearm, but at this time, she couldn't help but grasp Qin's forearm, Qin felt that her forearm was scratched by Qin Nuan, and when she turned her head, she saw that her daughter was still calm, but the knuckles of the hand holding her forearm were a little white.

Qin Shi hurriedly endured his sadness, reached out to hug Qin Nuan, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Ah Nuan, don't be afraid!

Qin Nuan came back to her senses in Qin's soft embrace, closed all kinds of imaginations in her mind, tried to relax, and comforted herself in her heart: Grandmother is so smart and wise, when she was in Cangzhou, Hebei, she was not well-informed in the huge Dongyang Palace, and now naturally no one can find anything inappropriate in her room!

But although the young history of the palace in front of him looks gentle and elegant, he is actually an extremely shrewd and sensitive person, for example, yesterday he was able to hear Jasmine's fear from the slightly unsteady tail note, in fact, Jasmine's voice was crisp and loud, how could ordinary people hear the fear of the person who spoke?

Who knows if he'll find something?

In Qin Nuan's worry, Yang Shaoshi's hand reached out to the scroll in the porcelain jar again, and his white and slender fingers pinched a scroll, pulled it out, and then put it on the table, untied the silk thread tied on the scroll, and slowly opened it.

A pear blossom is painted on the white rice paper, the brush is delicate, lifelike, the picture scroll is spread out, the flower branch will tremble and stretch out the drawing paper, the long eyebrows of the sheep Shaoshi who have been quiet eyebrows raised, this painting made him a little surprised, he has never seen such a realistic painting, at first glance it is as vivid as a real flower poking out of the paper!

The slender fingers slowly brushed the surface of the paper, the paper was ordinary rice paper, the pen and ink were also average, and the lines and colors outlined were not special. He has also seen a lot of famous paintings, some of which are freehand and expressive, and some of which are delicate, and this kind of painting with a strong visual perception is like a physical painting, and he has seen it for the first time.

However, there is no inscription, no inscription, and no mounting, but small wooden scrolls are installed at both ends of the scroll so that it can be rolled up and easy to put away.

He couldn't help but look up at the pear tree outside the window, there was a pear tree in the corner of the window wall, the tree was not big, a branch was diagonally in front of the window, the verdant leaves were lush, and there were a few small bell-like green pears hanging between the branches and leaves, which were very cute.

He looked down at the pear blossom on the scroll for a while, pondered for a moment, and asked Qingzhuo on the side: "This painting is the scene of this cluster of pear branches in front of the window when the spring flowers bloom?"

Qing Chuan glanced at the scroll, then at the cluster of pear branches outside the window, and replied hesitantly, "Probab......ly! The trail is not very clear, please forgive me!"

Yang Shaoshi admired the painting for a while, gently put it away, and pulled out a scroll from the porcelain jar.

It is still a small painting, the picture scroll is unfolded, a cluster of fresh green pear branches poke out, the leaves are green, vibrant, and there are small green pears hanging among the green leaves, which are so real that people want to reach out and pick them.

The sheep Shaoshi looked up at the window again, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend slightly, isn't it this cluster of pear branches on the picture scroll?

Qing replied clumsily: "This ...... The trail is not clear...... Please forgive me!"

Yang Shaoshi didn't look up, nor did he pay attention to her, he just said it casually for a while, and he didn't need anyone to answer.

I put away the scroll and pulled out the next scroll, which was very small, with only a gardenia, two verdant leaves, and white petals outlined with thin wolf hair, and the flowers were so vivid that they were like real flowers resting on the paper.

There are only four scrolls in the porcelain jar, the last volume is a small bust of a figure, the same style of painting, it is obvious that it is from the same person's hand, the brush is outlined, not colored, but vivid, but the character in the painting is actually a quiet fairy!

Yang Shaoshi looked at this painting, his brows furrowed, he originally thought that these paintings were painted by Jing Xian Gu, but now it seems that they are not?

He glanced back at Qing Clumsy, Qing Clumsy looked at the painting with clear eyes, and there was some doubt on his face, she was the eldest disciple of Jing Ci Immortal Gu, not a disciple of Jing Ci Immortal Gu, most of the time she followed Jing Ci, and she was not clear about many things about Jing Ci.

Yang Shaoshi just glanced at Qing Zhuo and looked away, and turned to look at the Qin mother and daughter standing at the door, "Qin Niangzi, do you know who painted these paintings?"