Hearing this, Yang Congyi approached the bookcase, turned the portrait to take a look, and saw that the person on the painting was indeed a little similar, but it was almost meaningless compared to the bandit himself.

Whether the painting is like or not is related to the big case of human life, so he said: "There are still a few places that need to be slightly modified, the nose is a little bigger, the mouth is a little bigger, the face is a little rounder, and the beard is thicker." ”

"There are so many questions, why don't you paint?" As soon as the painter heard this, his eyebrows jumped, and he immediately became a little angry.

Meng Zhizhou coughed dryly, approached the bookcase, stood beside Yang Congyi and looked at the portrait, and then said: "This portrait is indeed slightly different from the one made by the painter yesterday. After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at the painter opposite.

The painter didn't refute again, reached out and took the paper handed by the maid on the side, and relaid it on the bookcase.

After dipping the pen and ink, just as he was putting down the pen, he suddenly raised his head and said: "Lord Yang, you still stand next to me, say anything wrong at any time, don't wait for me to finish painting and say that the painting is wrong." ”

Yang Congyi also felt reasonable, and he should correct it at any time, so thinking so, he walked directly to the painter opposite the bookcase.

Meng Zhizhou saw it in his eyes, and was about to open his mouth to stop it, but he saw the painter's firm eyes projecting towards him, and when the words came to his mouth, he finally swallowed it back, and then turned back to the chair and sat down, holding a teacup in his hand, but his eyes never left the two behind the bookcase.

The painter paints with a pen, and Yang Congyi stands aside to look closely, ready to point out the problem at any time.

"The eyes are a little bigger than the ones are."

"The eyebrows are thicker and thicker."

"Bigger nose, okay, nose is fine."

"The mouth is a little bigger, okay, that's fine, the lips are a little thicker."

"The beard can be a little thicker, a little more messy, the bandits' beards are not so neat."

"The hair is very thick, and it's messy again."

Under Yang Congyi's prompting, a portrait was quickly drawn.

After the painter finished painting, he put down his pen and said, "How about it, should I still do it?" ”

"It's already nine points, it's enough to catch the bandits." After Yang Congyi finished speaking, he picked up the portrait of the bandit and said with a smile: "Lord Meng, the portrait of the bandit leader has come out." ”

"Yes, yes, it's very similar to yesterday's portrait." Meng Zhizhou put down the teacup, came over to take the portrait and took a closer look, and immediately began to praise.

"Now that I'm done, I'll go back." After the painter finished speaking, he got up, moved a step to the right to leave the stool, but he didn't want to hit Yang Congyi's arm directly, his body shook, although he didn't lose his balance, the back of his snow-white neck suddenly turned crimson, and even the tips of his eyebrows were slightly red.

Yang Congyi was standing beside the painter, only half a foot away from her, the painter suddenly got up and left, he never thought of coming to him, he couldn't dodge, through the thin clothes, the two instantly had physical contact, very gentle, very warm, and at the same time, a breath of orchid went straight into the heart and lungs, making people's hearts sway.

As soon as the two made contact, Yang Congyi took a step back like an electric shock, widened the distance, and looked elsewhere as if nothing had happened.

The painter lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, standing in place, not advancing or retreating.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little delicate.

Meng Zhizhou was originally looking at the portrait in his hand, but when he heard his daughter say that he wanted to go back, he replied without raising his head: "Just finish painting one?" There are more than a dozen more to draw in the back. Since you're here, you'll leave after you've finished painting. ”

The painter was embarrassed, and when he heard this, he quickly turned around and sat down, but complained: "I didn't say that I wanted to paint so much just now." ”

While speaking, he peeked and saw that Meng Zhizhou's attention was still on the portrait, his heart suddenly lightened, and he exhaled a breath of turbidity, but his "bang" heart was beating wildly, but it was difficult to calm down.

"Give you the opportunity to paint, you can paint well, where are so many words." After Meng Zhizhou finished speaking, he put the portrait in his hand on the table, and then said: "Secretary Yang continue, the sooner you draw it, you can go to the bandits earlier." ”

Yang Congyi said well, and then said to the painter: "Then continue?" ”

The painter did not speak again, took the paper handed by the maid, laid it out on the bookcase, and adjusted the pen and ink.

"The grade is in his twenties, his face is white and beardless, he is very fat, his round face is meaty, his eyebrows are relatively light, his eyes are not big, his black eyes are about five points, his nose is relatively small, but his mouth is large, his lips are thin, about three points thick, and his hair is tied on the top of his head, which is quite neat." Yang Congyi intently recalled the appearance of the other bandit.

The painter did not interrupt again, drawing on the paper without hesitation.

After a few moments, a painting was finished.

Yang Congyi took a half step forward to take a look, and then said: "The face can be a little rounder, the eyebrows can be thicker, the nose can be a little bigger, and the mouth can be a little smaller." ”

The painter didn't say a word, but changed the paper and repainted.

In a short time, the second portrait was completed.

Yang Congyi took it and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Master Meng, this one has also become, and it has eight or nine points of image." ”

"Okay, well, with these portraits, there is a great hope for the capture of the bandits." Meng Zhizhou got up and came over to take a closer look at the portrait, he was very happy, and his eyes when he looked at his daughter were a little more gentle.

Seeing that the painter put the new paper away again, Yang Congyi immediately began to think about the next bandit, only to hear him say: "Twenty-six or seventeen years old, very thin, long face, prominent stork bones, long chin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, black eyes can be seen for eight points, big nose, small mouth, thin lips, about three points, hair tied on the top of the head, messy, lips and chin with beard, not thick." ”

After speaking, he carefully watched the painter move the pen on the paper, the lines were smooth, the clouds flowed, and in a moment the figure had been formed, and after the beard and hair were slightly adjusted, the brush was released, and the words were completed.

"The nose can be bigger, and the eyebrows and eyes should be two points longer."

Yang Congyi felt that it could be more precise, so he made a truthful suggestion.

Some modifications can be adjusted on the original drawing, such as the eyebrows, while others cannot, such as the eyes and nose.

Hearing this, the painter didn't say a word, raised his hand and pushed aside the original painting he had just drawn, took a new piece of paper, and drew it again.

Moments later, the third portrait was completed.

"Lord Meng, the third bandit portrait is also ready." Yang Congyi picked up the portrait and handed it to Meng Zhizhou.

"Okay, since there are already three portraits, you can ask the officials to take the portraits and search for them on the street!" Meng Zhizhou took the portrait of the bandit and looked at it, and his heart was very happy.

"There are too few portraits, and a few more copies need to be made, and the four city gates in the south, east, and west should be posted, and the main streets and prosperous places in the city, including restaurants, tea shops, restaurants, casinos, brothels, and green buildings, should not be less, these places have many people and wide circulation of information. Xia Guan thought that since the state government had closed the city and attracted the attention of the people, let the people participate in the search for bandits, let them all become the eyes of the yamen, as long as the bandits appeared in the city, they would ensure that there was nowhere to escape! Yang Congyi immediately said his suggestion, since the closure of the city to catch the murderer has caused a sensation, why not take advantage of the situation to mobilize the people and pull them to the side of the state capital yamen?

Meng Zhizhou nodded and said: "Secretary Yang's proposal is exactly what I want, the portraits of the bandits really need to be copied and posted all over the city, so that they are like rats crossing the street, and there is nowhere to stay." However, it is difficult to reproduce hundreds or thousands of portraits in a short period of time, and we still need to think of a way. ”

At this time, there is no photocopy machine, and you can only copy the paintings by hand, thousands of portraits, which takes a long time, and where to find so many people who can draw?

After meditating for a moment, Yang Congyi suddenly said: "My lord, there are many scholars in the state, can you go to the state school to find some students who can paint?" ”

Hearing this, Meng Zhizhou suddenly woke up: "Yes, yes, yes, you reminded me that there are hundreds of people in the state, and they are still restless when they have nothing to do on weekdays, and now that something big is happening in the city, they are in use." ”

"You go on to paint, and when you're done, send it to the state school and let them copy it." Meng Zhizhou put the portrait on the table and went back to sit down.

Yang Congyi glanced at the painter and saw that she had already laid out the drawing paper, so he hurriedly recalled the gang of bandits he met three days ago.

When he was young, he described: "Twenty-three or four-year-old, thin, with a long face, protruding stork bones, thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark eyes that can be seen at eight points, a large nose, a large mouth, thick lips about three and a half half, a beardless face, a messy hair, tied on the top of the head." ”

When he finished speaking, the painter put down his pen.

After Yang Congyi took a closer look, he checked it with the memory in his mind, and found that there was still little room for improvement, so he said: "The mouth can be bigger, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, and there seem to be some black moles on the face, I can't remember exactly where." ”

The painter silently pushed away the original painting, took a new piece of paper, and drew it again as Yang Congyi said.

When he was painting, he heard a loud report from a servant outside the house: "My lord, Liu Zhutou is back, and he is in front of the office!" ”

As soon as Meng Zhizhou heard that Liu Zhutou was back, he guessed that the scene should have been investigated, and he immediately got up and said, "Secretary Yang, you paint a portrait here first, and I'll go to see if there is anything to be gained at the scene." ”

Yang Congyi raised his hand and said, "Yes." Adults go get busy, and go to see the adults after the official finishes painting. ”

Meng Zhizhou glanced at his daughter, and saw that she was concentrating on painting, so he didn't bother, raised his feet and walked outside the house, and soon walked away.

After a while, the painter finished drawing, stopped his pen and asked, "Lord Yang, is there any problem with this one?" ”

Yang Congyi was a little surprised, took a closer look at the portrait on the bookcase, and replied: "No problem, it's similar enough." ”

Then he exclaimed: "Mr. has superb painting skills, just one time of the draft, there is eight points of charm, Yang admires." ”

At this point, the masked maid next to her sneered, causing the painter to turn his head and laugh immediately.

The painter gently put the painted portrait aside, took another piece of paper, dipped the pen in ink, and laughed softly: "Lord Yang has a good reputation, and the word sir, the little woman can't afford it." ”

Yang Congyi said: "The art is a teacher, the body is a fan, Mr. can use a manuscript, only by the oral description of others, he will draw the target eight points of charm, I am afraid that the city will not find a second person, Mr. deserves the word." ”

"Lord Yang praised it so much, the little woman didn't dare to be ashamed." After the painter finished speaking, he immediately said: "Lord Yang, how many people still want to paint?" ”

"Not much, only eight."

As soon as Yang Congyi's words fell, he heard the maid next to him exclaim, "There are still eight? ”