In the main hall of the General's Mansion, the distinction between guests and hosts is clear. Situ Yi sat silently on the main seat, and his eyes fell on Qin Nanxi who was sitting below him from time to time. Since she saw this Liu Xu's widow Ruan Shi at the gate of the mansion just now, she was as dazed as if her soul had been scattered by a giant spirit. That Ruan Shi was hooking his head at this time, and his petite body was shallow on the guest seat, and he was even very careful about breathing. After all, she is just a country woman, although Liu Qiyi has advised and comforted a lot, but when she really sees someone like Situ Yi, she is still only panicked and afraid. Liu Qi was still sitting lightly on the side, bowing his head and drinking tea intently, as if he had already completed his merits by bringing Ruan, and the people and things in front of him had nothing to do with him. Only Ah Luo frowned slightly, timidly shuttling quietly in such a strange silence in the room, carefully handing water and serving tea to the few people sitting on the table.

"Since Mrs. Liu has come from afar, she must have something important to say to Miss Su. None of the outsiders here, please speak freely to Madame. Situ Yi's gaze wandered over several people for a long time before breaking the silence. His words were polite, but there was something in his tone that could not be disobeyed. He was unwilling and worried to let Qin Nanxi face the Ruan family alone.

Na Ruan listened to his words, Ying Ying got up, blessed him, and replied in a low voice: "Thank you for the general's leniency." It stands to reason that a woman in the slave family should not have shown her face like this, but one is that Mr. Liu was entrusted by Sister Su to find the family, and the other is that the slave family has been ordered by her late husband to hand over a painting to the relatives found in Chang'an. Therefore, the slave family had the courage to follow Mr. Liu to see Sister Su. Today, I was able to transfer the painting to my sister, and it was also a woman from the poor slave family who took on such a heavy burden. The slave family has this big matter in their hearts, even if they die now, they have the face to see my father-in-law. As she spoke, her eyes were hazy with tears.

Could it be that Qin Nanxi resisted the decree and ran away from marriage, pursued for thousands of miles, and finally only exchanged for one painting? Situ Yi was full of doubts, wondering what kind of painting was it, enough for Liu Xu to have the courage to ask his wife to hand it over to Qin Nanxi? Didn't he know that she was bent on looking for him? Hell-bent on going with him? Situ Yi couldn't help but look at Qin Nanxi, and then turned to Ruan Shiqi and said, "A painting? ”

When Ruan Shi heard this, he hurriedly pinched the white handkerchief in his hand and printed it on the corner of his eyes before nodding: "Yes, it's an old painting." Xianggong once said that although this painting is not a precious monument, it is left by the ancestors, and it must be left to the family in Chang'an to make a thought. As he spoke, Ruan Shi turned around and took out a carefully wrapped scroll from the burden behind him, and held it in Situ Yi's hand with both hands.

Situ Yi was a little surprised, but he had to accept it politely, turned around and handed the scroll to Qin Nanxi's hand.

Qin Nanxi still looked at Ruan Shi indifferently, her big eyes were full of two tears, her chin was stubbornly slightly raised, and she was stubborn and refused to let the tears fall. She didn't believe it, for ten years, Su Xu's life and death have been an unsolved case, although she didn't get the exact news, but it was precisely because there was no news that her heart was full of hope. And now, a strange woman suddenly broke in, a few words of light soup and little water, and when was there always some false and exaggerated tears to kill her hope? This kind of thing, anyone will instinctively reject it. What's more, the news that Su Xu is still alive is the news she got from her brother, her brother has never been a person who talks about it, and it is a matter of Su Xu's life and death, she has no reason to doubt her brother, and to believe this woman who rashly ran to claim to be Xu's brother's wife...... Also, Brother Xu, how could he marry someone else?

"Miss Su~" Situ Yi saw that she was distracted, so he had to call softly, and handed the scroll to her hand.

Qin Nanxi came back to his senses, his gaze slowly fell to the scroll in his hand, and after a long time, he raised his hand to take it. She held the painting in her hand, pulled the silk rope that bound the scroll, and looked at Ruan provocatively, the corners of her lips were full of determination to pierce the lie, and her hands trembled slightly, and she unfolded the scroll.

However, just as her eyes fell on the painting, the tears in her eyes suddenly broke off and fell out of her sockets. With a "snap", tears fell on the yellowish silk scroll, wetting the figure on the painting.

In the painting is a beautiful young woman, with pink faces, starry eyes and cherry lips, light eyebrows and sideburns, and a delicate smile, stretching her delicate body, as if she is dancing. This is clearly the face of a girl from the Central Plains, but she is dressed as a regular Beidi noble. I saw that she was wearing a neat red narrow-sleeved riding and shooting suit, a pair of lamb leather boots of the same color on her feet, and a small scimitar hanging from her waist.

"Is this 'Ice Spirit'"? Situ Yi recognized the knife on the girl's waist in the painting at a glance, and couldn't help but point to the small waist knife in the painting in surprise and asked.

Liu Qi, who was drinking tea on the side, heard his words, raised his eyes and looked at him suspiciously, then put down the teacup in his hand, turned sideways and looked at the painting in Qin Nanxi's hand seriously.

Qin Nanxi was very rude to roll up the painting, take it back into his arms, raise his eyes to look at Ruan, and choked: "How could Brother Xu .........?"

Ruan Shi saw her tears in her eyes, and she also accompanied the tears rolling down, choking for a long time before telling the story.