Zong Zhengke picked up the pen holder, pressed the paperweight back to the crooked paper, and then put the inkstone into the inkstone box, and Ming'er had someone to clean it up again.

Raising her eyes sideways, she caught a glimpse of Changshou'er, who had been patrolling the study for a short time, taking out a stack of papers from the inner pocket of the small robe on her body, and couldn't help but be curious. Those white papers have pictures, and at a glance you know that they are not silver tickets, so what will they be?

Changshou'er jumped onto the black lacquer high table with the bamboo bonsai, and almost squeezed the bonsai to the ground again, holding the scroll tightly in his paws and handing it over. Zong Zhengke's eyes quickly held the bonsai, touched the little head of Changshou'er, and took the painting to take a closer look.

The scrolls are only the length and width of the book, but there are only three of them. The painter's pen is excellent, although he only has a few brushstrokes, but he can sketch the person in the painting vividly, as if a real person is in front of him.

In the first painting, when a crescent moon hangs high in the sky, it is night. Under the moon, there is a mountain gate of Taoist temple, there is a plaque on the door named "Sanqing Temple", and there are several people who are climbing over the wall of the mountain gate. One of them has handsome eyebrows and a smile on the corner of his lips, and he knows that it is Li Yi at a glance. The other was an old Taoist priest with a bitter face, who was hunched over and carrying a man on his back—although he could not see his face, he was obviously wearing the robe of the Panlong King.

Zong Zhengke's heart moved, as she expected, this painting is clearly a "Moonlit Night Stealing the King". No wonder Yuan Zhen searched for several days and didn't find the whereabouts of the king of Yuyan County, but it was Li Yi who took people away. He had already said that something important had to fall on the king of Yuyan County, so this painting was an explanation he gave himself?

But he didn't know what the following two paintings were, so Zong Zhengke threw the first painting into the incense burner. As soon as the second painting caught her eye, she blushed slightly and took a low sip. But she did not abandon the scroll immediately, but endured her shame to look at the painting carefully.

The painting is divided into two small grids, the first of which depicts a number of blank-faced Taoists carrying a man wearing the robe of the Panlong King into a door with a row of lanterns, on which are written three crooked scribbled characters - small, 倌, and pavilion.

The second frame of the painting is really a bit unsightly: although the people in the painting have no faces and are covered with thin quilts below the neck, the two bodies in the bed that are close to each other's chest and back still reveal an infinite ambiguity, ambiguity, lewdness, and.

Zong Zhengke's face instantly turned purple, and he didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he hurriedly threw the painting into the incense burner. Twisting her face, seeing the little monkey staring at her curiously, she was annoyed and angry, flicked a finger on its head, and said angrily: "It's not serious! ”

Changshou'er touched his head inexplicably, but seeing that Zong Zhengke was not really annoyed, he was not angry, and squeaked at her, scurrying around in the study.

The third painting, don't be this non-serious thing again! Zong Zhengke touched his heart, calmed down, first glanced at the aftermath of his eyes quickly, and then looked at each other.

She saw that it was still a bed, and on the bed lay an old man with a beard and closed eyes, dressed in a royal robe and a crown. Two figures fluttered beside the bed, wearing a peaked high hat, and the hats were written "The world is peaceful" and "Wealth at first sight" respectively.

Zong Zheng was terrified and shocked, these two figures were clearly the ghostly ghosts of the dungeon who were black and white. One of them is holding a mourning stick for beating souls, and the other is holding a chain of chains, specifically detaining the souls of the dead to go to the underworld.

As a result, the old man in the royal robe in the third painting is dead. The king of Yuyan County is already dead. Zong Zhengke was silent, for a long time, and slowly exhaled a depressed breath. In fact, if the time is calculated, even if there is a nine-turn soul rejuvenation pill to prolong his life, now he should usher in the death period.

There is a saying that the most poisonous woman's heart. There is also a saying that no poison is not a husband. Zong Zhengke recalled the content of the second painting, where did he still not understand Li Yi's intentions? He saw that he seemed to have a deep hatred for the king of Yuyan County, so he helped himself deal with the big enemy like this. As for whether Li Yi could be deceiving herself, she believed that he wouldn't.

Zong Zhengke asked himself, although she could make the king of Yuyan County miserable, but she couldn't do anything too out of the ordinary. Sending the king of Yuyan County, who had recovered from her youth, to Xiao, Suan, and Pavilion to be humiliated and trampled on, she didn't even think about this kind of thing.

However, there is no doubt that the king of Yuyan County suffered from this double torture of spirit and ** before his death, which made Zong Zhengke feel very happy, so he was deeply grateful to Li Yi. After all, he had mentioned that he had important things to do with that man. Listening to his tone, it may not be a short time for him to achieve that thing, but he has achieved his wish.

I owe a favor again. Zong Zhengke sighed lightly, anyway, the greatest life-saving grace is also owed, and no matter how much he owes a favor, it is nothing. In short, before she finishes her revenge, she can help Li Yi if she can. If she has done everything, Li Yi will ask her to repay her kindness with her life, and she will not have a word.

Be a man, you should be like this, you have kindness to repay kindness, you have grievances and grievances, and you have revenge!

For a while, Zong Zhengke only felt refreshed, and the cold depression of the past few days seemed to subside a lot in an instant. She was just about to throw the painting into the incense burner, when she was shocked again, only to find that the two ghosts had one hand empty, spreading their palms upward, as if to say, "What should I do?" ”

What to do? Zong Zhengke covered his face and groaned, and after a while, he suddenly realized that this was the painter asking her - what should I do with the body of the king of Yuyan?

What else can I do, throw him into a mass grave and let the wild things gnaw at his bones, so that he will not be allowed to enter the Murong clan's tomb after his death! Zong Zhengke hated in his heart, and just planned to draw a picture for Changshou'er to send back, but he changed his mind when he walked to the case.

is dead, and she doesn't plan to let it go. Even if it is a corpse, if it is used well, it can also become a tool for her revenge!

Zong Zhengke paced around the house, and soon had a plan. She re-sharpened the ink, cut an ordinary white paper of the same book size, scratched the tip of the pen, and wrote a short sign with a few strokes. When she was done, she blew on the ink and hung the paper on the bookshelf by the window.

Summoning Changshou'er over, Zong Zhengke took the dim sum that had been warm on the small charcoal stove, and while feeding it, he asked it about its experience these days.

Changshou'er even stroked and complained to Zong Zhengke about his grievances for a while. Zong Zhengke knew from this that the strength of the iron-masked Daoist beside Li Yi was quite extraordinary, and he was able to capture Changshou'er alive and lock it in a special box. Pity this child, because Li Yi and the Iron Mask Dao people have left, I am afraid that no one can control it, and it has been locked up alive until now.

Zong Zhengke was appeased for a while, and when Changshou'er ate a plate of red bean rolls and half a plate of milk soft cake, she smiled and said, "Little girl, you bear with it first." My mother thinks of a way so that you can come to my mother openly, okay? ”

Changshou'er nodded again and again, and then fell into Zong Zhengke's arms and yawned. Zong Zhengke couldn't bear to let it miss the night to deliver the letter, so he took the short sign and hugged the little guy back to the bedroom to sleep. It wasn't until the sky was about to dawn that she suddenly woke up, woke up Changshou'er, and let it leave first. Changshou'er was reluctant until he got more promises from Zong Zhengke, and happily still ran out of the big hole in the study.

When Xu came to serve Zong Zhengke to wash, he said to her: "Girl, do you want to tell the old lady, is it not peaceful for us here-this is the second floor, how can the window of the study be broken with such a big hole?" Looking like the claws of some wild thing pulled out, could there be night owls and wild beavers? ”

Zong Zhengke asked: "Who cleaned up the study in the morning?" ”

Mingxin, who brought hot water and retreated to the side, stepped forward and said respectfully: "If you go back to the girl, you are a slave." She stepped forward, spread out one hand, and there were a few snow-white hairs in her white palm, and said, "Girl, this is what the slave found on the ground." A few days ago, the slave maid saw a white cat playing in the garden, saying that it was the love of the six girls. ”

Zong Zhengke sighed lightly, and looked at Mingxin's expression from the bronze mirror. But what discouraged her was that the person who her senior brother gave her was really powerful, and she couldn't see if Mingxin's love was unusual, so she made a mistake and ordered: "You don't have to go back to your grandfather, you go to the treasury to see if there are any things for raising cats, take one and send it to the sixth girl, so that she can take care of her cat." ”

Mingxin nodded in response, and in front of Zong Zhengke, he took out his handkerchief and carefully wrapped these snow-white hairs before withdrawing to do business. Zong Zhengke stared at her back quietly, hoping that she would not live up to the opportunity he gave her again.

There is a small kitchen in Qingyi Building, because Zong Zheng is afraid that Zong Zhengke will not be used to eating the meals in the big kitchen at home, so she is allowed to open the fire by herself. After a quiet meal, Zong Zheng abided by the rules of being a junior and went to Helu Tongchun Hall to greet Zong Zheng and his wife.

This time, Mrs. Ren quickly sent a message to invite Zong Zhengke to come in. Zong Zhengjin finally rested in the main house the night before, at this time, she and Zong Zhengjin also had breakfast, and while drinking tea, they talked about what kind of congratulatory gifts to give to the birthday banquet of the eldest princess of Qinghe to be decent.

Zong Zhengjin frowned and said: "Just look at the valuable birthday ornaments or calligraphy and paintings in the warehouse, but Sister Ke should be more attentive." Old lady Ren didn't dare to say that she had sent a little girl to send a letter to Zong Zhengke, asking the family to prepare a birthday gift by herself, so she could only smile and nod.

In order to make up for the shortfall of misappropriation of Mrs. Xiao's dowry, Mrs. Ren and Mrs. Heping really made a lot of blood. Not to mention the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, not to mention the money they have kept privately over the years, even the dowry they have quietly prepared for Zong Zhengyu and Zong Zhengyue over the years has also been used.

Even if the majority of them are from the second wife of Zong Zhenglun and Heping, every time I think of the mountains of gold and silver piled up on the third floor of Qingyi Building, Mrs. Ren's heart is still so sour that she can pour out an urn of vinegar. How can the birthday gift given to the eldest princess of Qinghe be simple, if you want to help Zong Zhengke come up with a precious gift, isn't it another tear out her heart?

Husband and wife for decades, Mrs. Ren is a person who will not hide her love, Zong Zhengjin glanced at her and smiled weakly, and knew that there were ghosts in it. He was about to ask, when he heard Yahuan come in to report that the third girl had come in.

Zong Zheng broke the curtain and went out, and asked the old lady Ren to stay in the house to continue to recuperate, so as not to pass the illness to the granddaughter who had just recovered. The old lady Ren was so angry that she didn't dare to disobey the old man, so she had to sit in the room and sulk.

After a cup of tea, Zong Zhengjin came back and said to her quietly: "Don't worry about it!" Sister Ke is sensible and knows that she will share your worries, and she will prepare her own birthday gifts. But you should also act like an elder, if outsiders hear about this, they may not know how to arrange you! It's a small thing if you lose face, but it's a big deal if you harm my sect's style! Go back and remember to pick two good objects and send Sister Ke upstairs! ”

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