"What is there to see?" Li Lei lay on the ground and yelled at the servants at the door: "Disperse, disperse, disperse quickly." ”

With Li Lei's shouts, the servants standing at the door also walked away, only an old servant came down to take care of Li Lei, and the old servant brought a chair from elsewhere and helped Li Lei sit down and rest.

"Where's this? This is," Li Lei lay on the chair and glanced around, his face was shocked, like a person with amnesia suddenly woke up in a strange place.

"Isn't this Childe's bedroom?" The old servant was really a little crying and laughing at Li Lei's amnesia, so he reminded: "Didn't you just toss around here." ”

"Is this my masterpiece?" Li Lei pretended to be innocent, scratched his head and asked, "How could this be done by me?" ”

"Isn't this the work of you and your brother?" The old servant smiled helplessly: "Anyway, I can only explain how the son comes back!" ”

"Well, yes, what should I do if Brother Song comes back?" Li Lei slapped his head fiercely, looked around again, and suddenly thought of something and asked, "That's right!" What about the calligraphy and painting that Marshal Yue gave to Brother Song? That's more important than his life! ”

Hearing this, the old servant was also a little panicked, so he searched for a while in the bedroom before finding all the shredded paper of the calligraphy and painting, handed it to Li Lei and said, "It's all here." ”

"What kind of is this," Li Lei took the pieces and said incredulously: "What do I want these for?" ”

"That painting has become like this now!" The old servant explained, "What about the fragments of the painting, not one piece of which is not pulled, all here?" ”

"I don't want any fragments, I want that calligraphy and painting," Li Lei's head was big looking at those fragments, so he played a scoundrel to the old servant: "You get that calligraphy and painting back for me." ”

The old servant smiled bitterly and didn't speak, he squatted on the ground and put together which pieces piece by piece, and after a long time, he put together which pieces were put together, and changed back to the original appearance of the calligraphy and painting, only to see that the painting was written on the four big characters of "Jing Zhong Serve the Country", and under the right corner of this calligraphy and painting, there was Yue Fei's signature.

"Look," said the old servant, pointing to the painting, with a smug look on his face, "isn't this the painting you want?" ”

Li Lei lowered his head and looked at the painting that the old servant had put together, nodded with satisfaction, gave a thumbs up to his wife and servant, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly sneezed and squirted out all the scraps of paper that had just been put together.

"You can't do this, you can't even stand a sneeze, how can you hang it on the wall!" Li Lei spoke to the old servant quite politely, not like shouting and scolding other servants, "You have to find a way to glue them all together!" ”

"How am I sticky?"

"I don't know what you think?" Li Lei opened his big mouth to flatter the old servant and said: "Is the so-called old man a good man? How old are you, you must pay more attention than me, you can help me think of a way! ”

"You, you," the old servant pointed at Li Lei and wanted to have a seizure, but when he saw Li Lei's flattering smile and still didn't have a seizure, he shook his head helplessly, and after thinking for a while, he ran out.

"Well, you old fellow, how are you running away?" Li Lei scolded the old servant's back: "You are too unrighteous, right? ”

After a while, the old servant ran in with a bowl of paste in his hand and a blank piece of paper in his left hand and said, "Just look at it." ”

The old servant retrieved the pieces of paper, put them together and glued them all to the big white paper with paste, and when the paste was dry, he picked up the painting, shook it in front of Li Lei, and said proudly: "How is it?" Now you can't beat them no matter how much you sneeze. ”

"Old fellow, you're really there!" Li Lei took the painting, looked at it carefully for a while, and then shook his head and said, "Old guy, this can't work!" You're sticky with cracks, and it's not good-looking! ”

"I can't help it," the old servant bowed his head in frustration when he saw that his masterpiece was denied.

Seeing this, Li Lei also understood that now he could only figure out a way by himself, he slapped his head with his two huge palms, trying to find a way, but he held back for a while and didn't come up with any way.

"It's too wasteful to write a few words on a piece of paper!" Li Lei's face was flushed, he looked at the painting and muttered, and suddenly he slapped his head and shouted: "There is a trick, where to go for the ink." ”

Hearing this, the old servant did not dare to slack off, and he ran to the door and shouted to a little servant who was working in the courtyard, "The ink is here." ”

"Immediately," the little servant agreed, and ran quickly, and in a few moments a dish of ink was forthcoming.

Li Lei held a dish with ink in his left hand, and the two fingers of his right hand stirred in the ink for a while, and then asked the little servant to hold the painting in front of him and began to draw on the painting. After painting for a while, Li Lei felt that it was too slow, so he simply poured the ink on his palm and painted it on the painting.

The old servant looked at Li Lei's actions dumbfounded, and said with great emotion: "It's a pity that you are not a painter." ”

After a while, Li Lei threw away the ink in his hand, and admired his masterpiece for a while with some intoxication, and then cracked his mouth and smiled: "Haha, isn't it much better now, so that you won't be wasting paper." ”

"Paper is not wasted, but it is quite ink-intensive," the old servant smiled helplessly.

"Nonsense, how big can a painting not be ink?" Li Lei glanced at the old servant and asked, "Don't turn off the ink, do you say that this painting is much better now than before!" ”

Hearing this, the two servants, one old and one young, glanced at the painting again, quickly withdrew their gaze, swallowed and foamed at the mouth, and said in unison: "It's much better than before, and now even Marshal Yue can't recognize the words he wrote when he comes to see it in person!" ”

Li Lei listened to their words, and opened his mouth proudly, "haha", and laughed.

The sun has set in the west, only half of its face is still reluctantly shining on the earth, in the light of this evening, three people turned from the noisy street of Jiankang Mansion, talked and laughed to the door of the Song Mansion, and then looked at a middle-aged man in a gray brocade robe among the three people, obviously which Mr. Song rescued Ke Rong at the gate of the city.

When Mr. Song and his two companions walked into the house, the gardeners who were working in the yard looked for a place to hide, for fear that they would be bumped into by one of the Mr. Song's gifts.

Mr. Song was very different from the fact that this courtyard, which used to be very lively, suddenly became deserted, but he didn't think much about it, he took his two companions around the front yard and walked straight to the bedroom of the east wing of the backyard. As they walked through the backyard, a servant ran to the bedroom of the east wing in fear as soon as he saw them.

In the bedroom, Li Lei and others were discussing Li Lei's borrowed masterpiece, when a servant hurriedly ran up and shouted: "Brother Li is not good, Brother Song, he is back." ”

"What?" Li Lei and the others changed their faces after listening to the servant's words, they hurriedly rolled up the painting, and when they were about to put it away, three figures appeared at the door of the bedroom.

On the right hand side of Mr. Song stood a young man of about twenty years old, his face was like jade, his skin was delicate, his teeth were white and his lips were red, his eyes were sharp and sharp, as if he could see through all the time, and he looked very beautiful in a set of white clothes on his slender body.

Standing to Mr. Song's left is a 23-year-old man who looks like he's in his thirties. His complexion was red, and the veins and veins on his face bulged out, as if they were about to burst his skin, making people look so hideous. And the most striking thing about him was his arms, which were long and thick, the size of a teenager's body. Although his figure is not as exaggerated as Li Lei, he is also very tall, and his gray cloth clothes are full, and the muscles on his body are about to stretch the clothes.

Mr. Song and the two people behind him came to the door of the bedroom, saw the scene in the bedroom, and then looked at Li Lilei's embarrassed appearance and was a little stunned.