As soon as the words fell, a woman appeared in the living room with a light movement.

I saw that the woman was fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a green embroidered cloud shirt on her upper body, revealing half of her lotus root arms, wearing an ankle-length lotus green silk skirt, and stepping on embroidered green cloth shoes. The face is white, the facial features are exquisite, a cherry mouth, slightly rouge, the corners of the mouth are raised, extremely moving, a pair of apricot eyes are shining, warm as the spring sunshine, and the long black hair is combed behind the head, bound by jade hairpins and red ribbons.

At first sight, I felt that my intuition was full of youth and vitality, and I suddenly felt compassion.

Yang Congyi only glanced at it, and his heart jumped suddenly, so he quickly looked away, picked up the teacup and took another sip of tea.

"Nonsense! Is this a place where one of your daughters' family can come? Hurry back! Meng Zhizhou's face turned cold, and he said in a cold voice.

"Dad, aren't you looking for an artist? My daughter can paint, so why go to the city to find it. The woman completely ignored Meng Zhizhou's reprimand, and moved lightly towards her father's side.

"Dad's business, dad will do it well, why do you need to interfere, what kind of system does my daughter's family show up! Don't go back yet! When Meng Zhizhou saw that his daughter was disobedient, he immediately became angry.

"Dad, it's so hot, my daughter is kind enough to help you, and you still lose your temper." After the woman retorted, she immediately shouted, "Qing'er, bring sweet soup to my father." He walked a few steps to Meng Zhizhou's side and stood still, his face full of grievances.

"Dad is an official of the Wupin Imperial Court, the governor of a state, and he needs your daughter's family to help, what kind of system will it become!" Meng Zhizhou's tone became higher and higher, and it seemed that he was really angry.

Yang Congyi felt that the atmosphere in the hall was not right, mostly because he was sitting on the side, so he immediately got up and said, "My lord, the lower officials will go to the front office first to see how the on-site investigation is going." ”

Seeing this, Meng Zhizhou could only dissipate his anger and said, "It's okay." ”

With permission, he picked up his sword and package, and went straight out of the living room, heading for the front office.

After Yang Congyi left, Meng Zhizhou glared at his daughter and said nothing.

"Dad, it's quite infiltrating to look at people like this!" The daughter pouted with the fingers of both hands around the ribbon around her waist.

Meng Zhizhou said angrily: "You still have the face to say!" Dad just praised you for being well-behaved and sensible in front of outsiders, and you are knowledgeable, so you give this to your father, do you think that your father's face is not big enough! ”

Who knew that her daughter pursed her lips and smiled: "Dad, your face is not big." ”

"You ......" Meng Zhizhou was choked and couldn't say a word.

After closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths, she adjusted her emotions before she opened her eyes and said, "Yun Niang, how many times has my father told you that I want you to stay in the backyard and don't run out for no reason, you just don't listen, how many times have you been here?" is so ignorant, how can you get married! ”

"Dad, this is the third time my daughter has come out, but when did my daughter come out for no reason? Just now I asked Ping'er to ask my father to go back to drink cold soup, my father trained her back, and the cold soup was taken out of the well, and it was not cold for a while, and my daughter sent it to my father, and her feet were sore, you still blame me for being ignorant! The daughter bowed her head in response.

Seeing the look on his daughter's face, which seemed to be full of grievances, Meng Zhizhou's heart softened, and he said softly: "Okay, don't come out by yourself next time." Dad was just discussing business, but you came out to interrupt him, so you won't be allowed to do this in the future. ”

"Got it, Dad." The daughter happily agreed, raised her head, and a smile hung on her face.

Then he reached out and took the food box from the maid's hand and put it on the table next to him, and asked while opening the box: "Dad, who was that person just now, young man, what are you talking to him about?" ”

Meng Zhizhou glared at him, and replied angrily: "Dad's business, you don't inquire about it." ”

The daughter took out a bowl of cold soup from the food box and put it on the table, then took out a white porcelain spoon from it, and replied casually: "In the past, those who could talk to my father in the living room about things were all big officials, but now even young people can come in." Dad, can't you be an official for long? ”

"What does my daughter's family know, don't look at his young age, he is now serving as the front secretary of the palace, and he is at least a seven-rank official, which is much stronger than your father back then." Meng Zhizhou took the spoon and replied.

"Dad is a fifth-grade official, and he is a seventh-rank official." The daughter muttered for a moment, and then exclaimed, "Dad, you are so much older than him, you are two levels higher than him!" ”

Meng Zhizhou was drinking cold soup, and when he heard this, he almost squirted out a mouthful of soup, and after finally swallowing it, he took a breath before saying, "Dad has been an official for so many years, and he is two levels higher than him?" Dad is five pins, he is seven pins, and his dad is decades taller than him! Forget it, I told you so much and what to do, and you didn't understand it. ”

After speaking, he quickly finished drinking the cold soup, pushed the bowl, and said, "Okay, it's hot, you go back and rest, Dad still has something to do." ”

"Are you looking for a painter, Dad, my daughter has been learning to paint for four or five years, and it takes time to go out to find it, so it's better to let my daughter help you paint." The daughter recommended herself to be a painter while cleaning up the empty bowls and food boxes.

"Don't make a mess, Dad, this is to paint a portrait of the bandits, the flowers, birds, fish and insects you paint every day are not the same thing, go back." Meng Zhizhou waved his hand and ignored it.

"Humph! Don't beg me in the future, and don't ask me to help! ”

The daughter left a sentence, beckoned the maid to pick up the food box, turned around and walked behind a screen next to the living room, and disappeared.

"The bigger you are, the more disobedient you are." Meng Zhizhou put down the teacup and muttered to himself.

After a moment, he shouted, "Someone." ”

After a while, a person appeared outside the living room door and replied, "Master, the little one is here." ”

"Go to the front office to see where Lord Yang is, and whether Liu Zhutou is back." After Meng Zhizhou finished instructing, he leaned back in the chair, wanting to take a good rest.

The subordinate replied and quickly walked to the front office.

Yang Congyi is more familiar with the layout of the yamen, after all, the yamen in the world, whether it is the county government or the state government, are all the same, just walk around casually, and there is no need to worry about getting lost, or going to some places that should not go.

After walking for a while, he found that there was almost no one in the yamen, which was very different from when he was doing fast fishing in Taihu County or Huaining before, which yamen did not have hundreds of yamen to catch fast, this situation surprised him a little. However, I thought that there were twenty-three murder scenes in the city, and they all needed to be arrested and watched by the yamen, and everyone was transferred, and it was normal that there was no one in the yamen, so I didn't think much about it.

I walked all the way to the entrance of the yamen, near the lobby, and I wanted to go to the street to see the situation, but the situation in the city was unclear, so I thought about it carefully, and it was safer not to show up.

As he was walking, someone approached and asked, "Lord Yang?" The lord is looking for you. ”

"Okay." Yang Congyi agreed, turned around and walked towards the living room.

On a hot day, it's really not good to walk around.

When he returned to the living room, he saw that Meng Zhizhou was sitting on a chair and napping, so he didn't make a sound to disturb, but put down the package and saber and sat down gently.

However, this small voice still woke Meng Zhizhou up.

"Secretary Yang, the little girl is reckless, bear with me." forced him out of the living room halfway, and Meng Zhizhou was very apologetic.

Yang Congyi waved his hand and said with a smile: "Where is it, the official is also a little tired of sitting, so take the opportunity to go out and take a few steps." ”

Meng Zhizhou felt a little comforted in his heart, so he stopped mentioning the matter, and instead said: "Secretary Yang, this chaos is not calm, you can't leave easily, the city is complicated and difficult to distinguish, if you don't dislike it, you can temporarily live in the state government, and if you have something, you can discuss it in time, what do you think?" ”

Yang Congyi said: "The lower officials follow the arrangement of the adults. ”

"Okay, you go to rest first, and when the official finds a painter, he will draw the bandits and search according to the portrait."

"Okay, go down to the official, but listen to the orders of the lord." Yang Congyi did not shirk either, and simply agreed.

"Come on, take Lord Yang to the side room to rest."

Meng Zhizhou gave an order, and someone came to the door after a while.

"Lord Yang, please come here!"

"My lord, the next official will go first."

Yang Congyi got up and said hello, took the package and saber and left with the man.

After the others left, Meng Zhizhou immediately ordered his subordinates to go to the city to find a painter who was good at painting portraits, and immediately brought them into the yamen after finding them.

Half an hour later, the subordinate ran back sweating profusely and told Meng Zhizhou that he had found dozens of painters, but none of them could paint portraits, only landscapes, plants, flowers, birds, fish and insects, etc., and occasionally they could draw people, but they couldn't paint portraits.

This can make Meng Zhizhou at a loss, there are so many people in the city, why can't they even find a person who painted a portrait, there is no portrait of bandits, how to search for them?

Anxious and helpless, I suddenly thought of the daughter of the self-recommended painter, do you really want her to try? But not long ago, I refused her self-examination, and I went to find her at this time, where to put my father's face.

But the bandits don't wait for anyone, they don't have so much time to find other painters, an old face is lost in front of her daughter, as long as she can draw a portrait, then it's not wronged!

After Meng Zhizhou figured it out, he immediately went to the backyard to find his daughter.

Before he got close to the door, he shouted, "Yun Niang, are you there?" ”

After a while, the daughter replied, "Dad, don't you have something to do in front of you, what are you doing in the backyard?" ”

"Hehe, Dad is here to ask you to do a big business, and he wants to give you a very important errand."

After Meng Zhizhou finished speaking, as soon as he raised his legs and stepped into the door, he saw his daughter come out of the inner room.

"Hmph, you want to trick me into doing things for you again." The daughter didn't fake her color, whispered, and seemed to be still angry, and then asked lightly: "Say, what errand?" ”

Meng Zhizhou took a few steps closer and said with a kind smile: "Draw a portrait of my father." ”

"Portrait? My daughter can only draw flowers, birds, fish and insects, how can she paint people! Dad, aren't you sick? The daughter's eyes widened with a look of surprise on her face, and she reached out to touch her father's forehead.

Meng Zhizhou raised his hand to block it and reprimanded: "Nonsense, do you talk to your father like this?" ”

The daughter puffed out her mouth and said with an aggrieved look: "My daughter doesn't know how to paint, and my father doesn't know." ”

"If you want to draw, you will draw, give you a chance, if you don't paint, you can leave." Meng Zhizhou turned around and wanted to leave after speaking.

The daughter hugged his arm and said coquettishly, "Isn't it okay to draw?" It's ugly, don't blame me, Dad. ”

After a while, after adjusting the pen and ink, Meng Zhizhou sat in front of the bookcase, his daughter picked up the pen and painted, and after many reminders of "don't move", Meng Zhizhou's portrait was finally finished.