Although Zhang Yiming knew that Ying Yi was the guard of the Feng Yin family, he was still not used to talking to him who was kneeling.

"Obey."

Ying Yi listened to Zhang Yiming's instructions, got up and looked at him, "I don't know how my uncle is going to ......"

Zhang Yiming waved his hand: "You speak quietly, don't rest noisy." ”

After the words fell, he glanced at their room again, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he took a few steps to the side and stopped.

Looking back at Yingyi, he asked, "You should have something like a fire fold on you, right?" ”

"Yes."

Ying Yi replied, reached out and untied a skin bag on his waist, and took out a fire fold from it and looked at Zhang Yiming: "What should my subordinates do?" ”

Zhang Yiming handed over the things in his hand: "You find a place that is not easy to be noticed, see the pattern on it clearly, and I will wait for you here for a pillar of incense." ”

"After a pillar of incense, whatever you see, come back and tell me the truth."

"Then I will remind you how to distinguish the authenticity."

"Yes."

Zhang Yiming said it so clearly, Ying Yi didn't ask much, respectfully took the things he handed over with both hands, and disappeared in place.

"The kung fu is amazing."

Looking at the empty corridor again, Zhang Yiming pursed his lips and muttered to himself.

But his eyes were always on the room they were staying in tonight, and he didn't dare to be careless.

He was cloaked in his robe and leaned lazily against the railing of the hallway, with his innate dignity.

The former famous tycoon of the imperial capital, Zhang Yiming, who walked out of his own style in history and calligraphy and painting, is showing his body at this moment

Feng Yin asked before, good at how he can draw a watermark on the painting like a text of anti-counterfeiting secret marks.

In fact, it was his father's side since he was a child, from calligraphy to Chinese painting, and then to the creative experience of historical masters, that created a unique method of calligraphy and painting that belonged to Yukungang, which even his father, who had been immersed in calligraphy, painting and historical research for decades, could not do.

If not, how could he become a big name in the industry at the age of 30?

Even many of the older generations who have studied in this industry for countless years are full of praise and envy for his art.

During the previous period, because of the injury and the relationship between him and the new arrival, Zhang Yiming's performance was limited.

Now, now that he has a clear goal, he Zhang Yiming will gradually emerge.

Only in this way can we better help my wife complete the great cause of revenge, so as to find my wife's father.

When a pillar of incense was about to pass, Ying Yi finally returned to Zhang Yiming.

Very respectfully clasped his fists and saluted: "My subordinates meet my uncle." ”

"No courtesy."

Zhang Yiming adjusted his posture, and the original laziness disappeared in an instant, "Say, what do you see?" ”

As soon as Eagle felt the change in the aura on his body, his heart was slightly cold.

But he hurriedly replied: "The subordinates saw the sickle and the axe, but in it, there are still a few words. ”

Zhang Yiming bowed his head: "Well, yes, I'm very happy that you have such eyesight." ”

"So, can any of you make this secret mark?"

Ying hesitated slightly, and then said: "My subordinates have already arranged for someone to do it overnight, and I also ask my uncle and little master to give my subordinates some time." ”

Zhang Yiming: "Then the people you send to us don't have to be in a hurry to appear." ”

After a pause, he added: "Remember, don't let the enemy find out about this secret mark." ”

"In the future, even if you appear next to my husband and wife, we will only use this pattern to distinguish friend from foe."