Xiao Baojuan is a perfectionist, and he can't tolerate Pan Yu'er being wronged, even if it's just a portrait, "In the dead of night, we will act at the opportunity." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Xiao Baojuan insisted, just wait, tracking Xiao Yan really doesn't care about this day or two.

Judging from this portrait, and listening to what the owner of the green garden described to everyone, Yu'er is likely to fly. A rare smile appeared on Hu Beaver's face, it is always good to be able to fly.

"It's going to fly. Xiao Baojuan just repeated briefly, at this moment his mind was focused on the vulgar owner of the alder actually had a portrait of Pan Yu'er, as for how she could fly and how she was living now, he could only wait to see her and ask them exactly and do their best to help, now what he thought about was just empty talk.

The green garden of the owner of the alder is crowded during the day, and it has been bustling all the time, even if it is gradually scarce, there are still people protecting next to Pan Yuer's portrait, which is difficult to approach.

Xiao Baojuan and Hu Beaver, who were hidden in the dense green garden and under the shade of the bushes, yawned again and again, and then unknowingly closed their eyes and fell asleep.

During the day, it is really inconvenient for ghosts to move around, Xiao Baojuan and Hu Haibei are weak, their bodies are tired, and it is normal for them to not be able to stay up.

Fortunately, no one found Xiao Baojuan and Hu Beaver, the owner of the alder, as usual, was busy with the business of buying and selling green plants, and it was already evening, stretching his waist and resting his hands and feet, and the maid of the family came to invite him, saying that his wife and concubine told him to go home for a reunion dinner.

Today's income is quite abundant, and the owner of the alder is very happy, and readily agrees, leading the bookkeeper and two subordinates to carry the newly received silver taels and a large box, and escort them home together.

It was already the second half of the night when Xiao Baojuan woke up again, and he was pushed awake by Hu Haibei.

By the bright and cold moonlight, looking at Pan Yuer's portrait, there were two people standing nearby, one was sleeping, the other was rubbing his own eyes from time to time, and sometimes washing his face with cold water to prevent him from falling asleep, he pushed the shoulder of the person who was sleeping, and warned him, "Don't sleep, the master is not here, we have to cheer up, if there is any accident in the portrait of the goddess, we must ask us." ”

"Who stole it, this portrait belongs only to our master, it's useless for others to steal it, you can only have a spring dream, others steal it and then find a painter to paint, it's not that you haven't changed the portrait, you don't want to think about it like the master, it's hard for yourself. "The people who doze off don't think so, they don't care. In fact, he was more of a justification for his predicament, he knew the preference of the owner of the alder for the portrait, and the severity of their loss, even if it was only the damage to the portrait.

Xiao Baojuan was shocked when he heard this kind of words, yes, he didn't expect that if he took this one, he could still paint the second, third, and countless paintings. Since we've been waiting until now, let's start.

"You watch alone for a while, and I'll go to the thatched house. Today's income is good, the old man is not there, I eat well at night, the oil and water I eat are too big, I have a little diarrhea. "Only the one who fell asleep was left.

Xiao Bao rolled a look, Hu Haiqi understood, and told him to get ready, he was going to do it.

A white shadow pounced directly on Pan Yuer's portrait.

As long as the ghost is invisible and does not deliberately appear, ordinary people cannot see the ghost. The portrait slowly rolled up, making a crisp slight sound, and the sleeping subordinate was shocked to realize that the portrait seemed to be moving and putting away, and he opened his mouth wide and "ah" before he could scream, a black mist appeared in front of him, and he fainted to the ground and did not wake up.

The chair on which the dozing subordinate was sitting suddenly fell down with the subordinate, making a loud noise, and another subordinate, who was relieved in the dark in a relatively distant place, heard the movement and asked loudly: "What's the matter? You are dead in your sleep, and you are still crooked, and even the chair has brought you down?" His tone was reproachful, and he also gave a reasonable explanation for the subordinate's subordinate, who was drowning down.

Roll up Pan Yuer's portrait and put it into the cuffs, Xiao Baojuan pointed into the distance, "Go." He and the beaver disappeared from the alder owner's plantation.

The portrait of the goddess was gone, and the person who came back kicked the person who fainted on the ground, "What's going on?"

The subordinate who had just woken up obviously didn't know anything, and was even more confused than the subordinate who came back conveniently, "What's the matter?"

The subordinate who came back was angry, annoyed and afraid, his body trembled, and he stretched out his finger to point to the place where Pan Yu'er's portrait was originally placed, "What do you think? ”

Only the bracket of the light vulture remained, and the subordinate who had come to his senses after pointing out also found it, and he was stunned, and asked the same thing as the subordinate who was convenient to come back asked at the beginning, "What's going on?"

It seems that it must have been stolen, can it still be gone?, although it is indeed very similar to just disappearing, "This thief is really good enough, and while I went to the hut, he knocked you down and swept away the portrait." ”

The subordinate who picked up the chair and stood echoed, "Yes, I knocked it down at once, and I don't even know what the thieves look like or how many of them there are." ”

The portrait will move on its own, and the black fog will fall to the ground and not wake up, who would believe such a bizarre thing, how did the portrait disappear later, where did it go? Will it be subjected to endless interrogation, and will it be considered mentally ill? The subordinate who stayed behind had concerns and did not dare to tell the truth of the part he saw.

"What can we do?" lost the master's most beloved thing, relied on it to make a fortune on the treasure, the portrait of the lover of his dreams, or the goddess fairy, the responsibility is heavy, and the two subordinates are sincerely afraid.

"Why don't we run away? "Before anyone else knows, you should be able to run. However, "if you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple", the home of the two subordinates and their families are in this area, and the owner of the alder goes to the house of the two people to ask their family members for compensation for the loss? And it is easy to be misunderstood that the two of them stole the portrait and ran away, and they could not afford to bear this big stolen stolen money.

"It's better to wait for the master to come, see what he does, and accept his fate. After discussion, the two men had made up their minds, and went back to their rooms to rest in despair. The portrait is gone, what's the point of staying here for the night, isn't it stupid, it will be a while to be comfortable for a while, maybe tomorrow you will suffer from the skin and flesh, and maybe you will be sent to prison.

I want to have a good night's sleep, but two people can't sleep anymore, and they are all worried about tomorrow.

The portrait was stolen, the owner of the alder was naturally very sad and annoyed, but there was nothing to be done, he was still shrewd and witty, first of all, he strictly ordered the whole green plantation to the people, this matter must not be leaked to the public, and then found the original painter, a generous honorarium, and asked him to paint the same portrait as the original in the shortest possible time.