"......" Bai Cang heard this, but he didn't know what to say, he had already said it so clearly, but this Qinglong wanted to pretend to be stupid, obviously he wanted to stay and continue to respond to him, thinking of this, his good-looking handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, but he couldn't refute it, it seems that he had to take this East China Sea Qinglong who was out of the situation first.

Qing Huan also nodded out of politeness, and agreed to this Qinglong to go with the two of them, although he also had a bit of a headache, but he also felt that there was more one person to take care of?

When Fang'er and Chen Lizhi finally packed up and went out, everyone went one after the other and decided to leave for the Zhangfu in the capital, where Lord Zhang Molin was, the carriage had already waited outside the courtyard gate, and soon the group got into the spacious carriage and drove away.

When Qinghuan and Bai Cang sat down, Fang'er and Chen Lizhi sat opposite him, but the skinny Chen Lizhi coughed softly, took out a neat and neat painting from the package with a pale hand, handed it to her, and said, "Han'er, there is a painting here, Fang'er and I want to give it to you."

"What painting?" Qing Huan asked a little puzzled, but hesitantly reached out and took over a slightly yellowed painting scroll in Chen Lizhi's hand, this Chen Lizhi seems to love painting very much, once she saw a painting signed for Chen Lizhi in the room, is it this one?

"You can open it and see" Chen Lizhi smiled lovingly at her, with a bit of joy in his eyes, as if he was extremely looking forward to her opening the painting with her own hands.

"Huh" Qing Huan nodded, but gently opened the painting, fingers gently touched between the slightly yellowed white paper, but it seemed to have a temperature, such a delicate and soft feeling made her heart faintly touched, as the painting was pushed away little by little, but let her breathe deeply in the refreshing breath, only to see that the painting was visible on a beautiful and elegant woman, dressed in a light blue moire flowing dress, holding a book in her hand, black hair and red lips, slender figure, but the eyebrows and eyes are seven points similar to herself, but the eye color is deep and charming black。

"It's ...... My mother ...... "Even though it was the first time to carefully look at this portrait, Qing Huan blurted out without the slightest hesitation, her eyes had become red unconsciously, and she stretched out her slender fingers to gently caress the eyebrows and eyes of the woman in the painting, tears couldn't help dripping, but her heart was extremely sour, this is the gentle and beautiful mother she saw in her mind when she was young, almost the moment she saw her, all the memories of her mother surged up bit by bit.

"That's right, this is my cousin who started painting, that is, your mother Chen Yanqiu, but although I painted her, I never had the opportunity to give it to her, but now that you have found it, I have kept this painting for more than ten years, and finally someone can continue to save it for me." Seeing her moved, Chen Lizhi also flashed tears in his eyes, but he said with emotion, the person's voice and smile have now faded in everyone's hearts, fortunately, he left a painting at that time, which can be left for Qing Huan to think, and it is a blessing.

"Thank you" Qing Huan looked carefully for a moment, and thanked the way of Chen Li in a trance, but she looked at the eyebrows and eyes of the woman in the painting reluctantly, for some reason, she always felt that the other party was persuading her with a smile in her eyes, telling her not to be sad and live well.

"Your mother's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to yours, her temperament is delicate and elegant, and her cultural attainments are quite high, if she hadn't died in vain for no reason because of this incident, she would have been a blessed person, and she would have been able to achieve a literary career" The silver-haired Gao Leng Xianjun glanced at the portrait in Qing Huan's hand with a pair of deep blue eyes, but sighed and said, The woman in the painting is also quite a bit immortal, but unfortunately there is still a little bit of immortal fate, otherwise you can complete the merit and become an immortal, and the blame is only that the time does not create people.

"Mother, mother, I hope you can bless your daughter to successfully resolve your grievances with your father, and return your innocence to your father, so that the enemy can get the punishment he deserves" Qinghuan clasped her hands, but silently made a wish to her mother's portrait, for some reason, although she had never seen this portrait, nor had she communicated with her mother as an adult, she firmly believed that her mother could feel what she was praying for, and would fulfill her wish for her.

"From now on, this painting will be handed over to you to keep well, I hope you can also have a thought when you miss your mother" Fang'er, who was sitting on the side, said these words with mixed feelings, in fact, the most unqualified to say this sentence is her, she used to be jealous to the extreme and thought about destroying this painting, fortunately, there was still a little reason at that time, otherwise she would now become a sinner through the ages that she can never forgive.

"Okay, I'll definitely take good care of it" Qing Huan smiled and nodded, there were still tears flashing in his eyes, but he carefully put away the painting, and he only felt inspired by the portrait of his mother, and only felt that he had strength.

"Han'er, if this trip is to make us confess our guilt and bring it to justice, you just have to do it boldly, your uncle and I have lived enough, and we haven't had a good night's sleep for more than ten years, maybe only when we go to prison and receive the punishment we deserve will we feel at ease." That Fang'er has a bit of vicissitudes and haggard face, but she opened the sedan curtain to look at the surrounding scenery, for more than ten years, she and the capital of rites have huddled in this small town, and she has always been like a rat crossing the street, and her heart seems to be pressed on a heavy stone, only now that she is relieved and decides to go out to confess, she feels a moment of peace in her heart, and even at the first sight of Qinghuan, she feels relieved.

"What are you talking about, I want to take you away, but I'm afraid that the Liu family will send someone here to kill the two of you in order to avoid leaving a handle, and we brought you to Lord Zhang Molin's mansion to collect evidence of the year, and secondly, to protect the lives of the two of you from being found by the Liu family" Qing Huan listened to Na Fang'er's words of treating death as home, but couldn't help but smile softly, and explained the purpose of this act for her.