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As soon as Ling Shaofeng heard that the little woman could draw a portrait of the groom, he immediately saluted the little woman with his hands clenched into fists.

The little woman was already grateful to Ling Shaofeng for his persuasion and the kindness of protecting each other, so she dared to accept this gift, and immediately took the child and retreated to the side and hurriedly said that she did not dare to accept the gift.

"Miss, don't be like this, the little woman is a coarsely clothed person, or a person who has been abandoned, but she can't stand the lady's gift!"

"I can stand it, my sister-in-law is a benefactor who has helped me a lot!"

Ling Shaofeng is humble, polite and approachable, the little woman is grateful, and she can't wait to die for Ling Shaofeng, a picture of friendship and mutual assistance.

Ling Shaofeng's clear eyes looked left and right, looked at the little woman gratefully, and sighed softly.

"Sister-in-law, I won't hide it from you, there are things in the carriage that I value very much, and now that the carriage is gone, I am also very anxious, why don't we go to find pen and ink now?"

There was no urgency in the tone of the discussion, but it also showed that she was very anxious.

The little woman had already been convinced by Ling Shaofeng at this time, and she had a feeling in her heart that it was like this, moved by Ling Shaofeng's frankness and honesty, her somewhat red and swollen eyes immediately took on an anxious look, holding the child tightly with both hands, and looking around on tiptoe.

It's really a coincidence, not far across the street, there happens to be a shop that specializes in selling the four treasures of the study, the little woman was overjoyed, raised her hand and pointed to the opposite side of the ink studio happily replied.

"Miss, there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone seller over there, let's go over together?"

As soon as Ling Shaofeng heard the little woman's words, he immediately looked in the direction of the little woman's finger, it was really a black shop, and immediately thanked the little woman gratefully, "Sister-in-law, you are really my great fortune star!" ”

People say that thousands of clothes are worn, and sycophants are not worn, Ling Shaofeng's words are full of gratitude, which makes the little woman feel much better because of the sadness of being abandoned, thinking of the ruthless and unrighteous man, and seeing the affectionate and righteous lady, her heart is full of infinite gratitude to Ling Shaofeng.

The little woman took the initiative to take Ling Shaofeng to the opposite ink studio with the child in her arms. "Miss, let's go over quickly!"

Ling Shaofeng walked behind the little woman, his clear eyes flashed with a trace of essence, and instantly turned back to being as cold as a deep pool, and instantly regained a gentle and grateful expression.

The little woman walked in front and didn't see the instantaneous change in Ling Shaofeng's clear eyes, but Lou Fourteen, who was standing beside Ling Shaofeng, happened to be in the bottom of her eyes.

It was a slick of calculated brilliance, an unexpected surprise, and an expected calmness.

Looking at the little woman walking in front of her, looking like she was going to the soup for Miss Ling, Lou Fourteen was secretly frightened in his heart.

Isn't this the legend that someone sold it and returned the money to the number of people?

Lou Shishi's heart suddenly burst out a few times, and he had another layer of understanding for the lazy and ruthless Ling Shaofeng in his heart, and at the same time, he had an extra kind of admiration and cautious mentality.

Why didn't he find out before, the arrogant and domineering Miss Ling is actually a strange woman who can bend and stretch, fight, fight, fight, speak, be able to write, and martial arts, thoughtful, thoughtful, rare in the world, witty as a fox, brave as a tiger, decisive and ruthless in case of trouble, is the master who does not get up early without profit, and is the master who does not see rabbits and does not scatter eagles.

Lou Shiyi and the other three who were hiding in the shadows, watched Ling Shaofeng neatly follow into the ink shop, looked at the indifferent and ruthless back, and the scene he had just seen in the slum alley flashed in his mind.

Ling Shaofeng, who was as indifferent as water, suddenly changed back to the arrogant and domineering appearance of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, full of lies and forced each other with his life, coerced and lured the people of the poor alleys, whether it was the three religions or the ordinary people, and finally got the answer he wanted, and then, lightly provoked the relationship between the little woman and the man, let the man divorce the little woman, and then rescued the embarrassed little woman, gently gave care and silver, and finally captured a loyal heart who went to the soup and fire.

All this is like an invisible net, from the beginning of Miss Ling's arrival in the slums, an invisible net has been opened, counting everyone, and when the net is finally closed, Miss Ling has what she really wants, a portrait of a groom.

Thinking of this, several people were shocked in their hearts, could it be that Miss Ling knew from the beginning that this little woman could paint images, and she had been calculating the little woman from beginning to end, can't it! It's the first time they've met.

At this time, the little woman was already standing in front of a desk in the ink studio, with clean paper and pen and polished ink on it, and a little two stood respectfully in the distance.

The little woman placed the child on a stool beside her, picked up her pen and began to draw.

Suddenly, her whole person exuded a faint skillful temperament, not at all like a poor pauper.

Ling Shaofeng stood quietly aside, his clear eyes kept paying attention to the groom that was gradually taking shape on the portrait, and the corners of his mouth hidden under the veil hooked a faint arc.

"Sister-in-law, can you draw my little carriage too, I can send someone to find the carriage according to the drawing!"

The portrait of this sister-in-law is very good, simply and quickly outlining the man's facial features, making the man's face jump on the paper, and it is not in vain that she bets on her, and it seems that she won the bet.

When she was in that small alley, the first time she saw the little woman behind the scarred man, hiding timidly with the child in her arms, but her eyes were clear and decent, Ling Shaofeng felt that this rough little woman had a kind of scholarly and elegant temperament, but it was smoothed out by the life of poverty.

After contact, she knew that she was not bad, this little woman was very good at examining the situation, not caring for her young son with money, and was cared for by her kindness, and also knew that she knew that she was going to find the carriage and the coachman, so she helped her draw the portrait, which was really very much in line with her heart!

In a short time, the little woman's portrait was made, of a man with small eyes, a big nose, thick lips, and a large black mole at the corner of his eye, sitting tall in a rough carriage, holding the reins of the carriage with both hands, and the carriage had no windows and some small holes in a closed wooden door.

Ling Shaofeng saw that the little woman put away the pen, so he took the painting and looked at it, and nodded with a smile, "Sister-in-law is really good at drawing, can you ask sister-in-law to help draw another one!" ”

The little woman reached out and touched her son beside her, nodded shyly at the gentle Ling Shaofeng, picked up the pen and continued to paint. "Hmm."

Ling Shaofeng rolled up the portrait at this time, flicked the pale green skirt, strode out of the ink shop, handed the scroll in his hand to Lou Fourteen, who was leading the horse outside the door, and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.

"Give Eleven, let him protect this painting, send it to the four princes, let the four princes take it and ask the soldiers guarding the city gate! When you have the news, you will reply immediately! ”

The cold and unforgiving voice was as cold as winter, and the sharp eyes carried a strong warning meaning.

"Your master is in the car on this painting, and this painting cannot be allowed to be lost in the slightest, otherwise, let him go back to your building for Miss Ben!" (To be continued.) )