I thought I would have to wait for a while, but I didn't expect that not long after Lin Miao sat down, Chen Datong came.

Wearing the uniform of the government office, wearing a large-brimmed hat on his head, and wearing a large knife at his waist, he walks in a tiger's style.

Seeing Lin Miao, he shouted very respectfully: "Master, the disciple is here." ”

Lin Miao smiled, put on an amiable look, pointed to the chair and said, "Come and sit, did calling you over now delay your work?" ”

The smile of Ruhua shook Chen Datong's eyes, his face was red, his head was slightly lowered, and he said, "Don't delay." ”

"It's good not to delay," Lin Miao said and spread out the drawing paper, "From now on, learning to draw is a matter that requires a lot of patience, so let's start with the lines." ”

Lin Miao's ability to paint passable paintings benefited from Lin Shikang's training and the sketches he learned as a medical student to memorize the veins and tissues of various organs of the human body more profoundly.

Chen Datong retracted his mind and picked up the pen, but it did not fall for a long time, and the ink dripped on the paper, forming a black dot.

"What's wrong?" Lin Miao asked.

Chen Datong lifted his eyelids and drooped again, can he say Master, don't look at me, I can't write when you look at me?

He can't!

So, swallowing his saliva, taking a deep breath, he drew the first stroke with trembling hands.

An arc crosses the position of the ink droplet, how strange it looks.

After drawing this brush, Chen Datong glanced at Lin Miao carefully, waiting to be scolded, but as a result, the rebuke he thought did not appear, and his master seemed to have not seen it.

Lin Miao saw his nervousness and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a piece of paper, and the thickness of the lines doesn't have much effect, just look at the smoothness and shape." ”

Chen Datong nodded slightly, and drew another arc.

This one was thicker than the one just now, and there were forks, he looked up at Lin Miao embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I, I..."

"Needless to say, I'm sorry, it's not a big deal," Lin Miao said as she sat down on the chair and asked, "Datong, how long have you been studying painting?" ”

Chen Datong said with some shame: "I haven't learned." ”

Lin Miao raised her eyebrows, "Then how did you get chosen?" ”

Speaking of this, Chen Datong's eyebrows and eyes lit up, and he said proudly: "A painter in front of our yamen suddenly quit, and the yamen can't be without a painter for a day, so the master book found us and asked us to paint for him. ”

Lin Miao's eyes flashed, "Have you ever seen other people's paintings?" ”

Chen Datong shook his head, "As soon as we finished drawing, the master book let people take the painting away." ”

A bold guess flashed in Lin Miao's mind, this painter chose not the best but the worst.

What the reason is, she does not know.

After thinking about it, he asked, "How many people have you painted?" ”

Chen Datong folded his hands and counted, there were three in total, one was a murderer who robbed and killed someone and was seen by others, one was a little boy who was abducted, and the last one was a green pothos.

Speaking of pothos, Lin Miao hurriedly asked, "What did she look like when you saw pothos?" ”

Chen Datong recalled and said, "That woman's face is bruised and bruised, which is very scary. ”

"Cyanosis?" Lin Miao's heart jumped, "Didn't you say it was like falling asleep?" ”

"Who said it, I read it, my lips and face are bruised."

"And what else do you see?"

"See what?" Chen Datong is a little puzzled?

"Are there any other features besides bruising?" Lin Miao asked.

The bluish complexion was a sign that she had died of hypoxic suffocation, and she needed to confirm it urgently.

"The head catcher said that the woman died suddenly, I am afraid that it is an extraordinary illness, let me stay away, I, I didn't dare to approach."

Lin Miao sank his face, I'm afraid there is a problem with that pretend and this head catcher!

…………

Jian Yuxin's father, Jian Xiong, served as the general judge of Chunling, and his official position was not high, but he had a lot of oil and water, so the Jian Mansion was larger than the official mansion of the same official position.

There were six small courtyards in Yijin, and this was because there were only eight small courtyards in the county guard's mansion, so he didn't dare to expand them.

That's it, Jane's Mansion is also overcrowded.

Why?

Because Jian Xiong likes to bring women to the house very much, there are more than ten aunts, and each aunt has to have a maid to wait, so...

Jian Xiong's wife, who is also Jian Yuxin's mother, Yang, is very dissatisfied with this.

However, because every time Jian Xiong brought back the woman was ten days and a half months of heat, she was asked to rub it round or sell it later, so she endured it.

Now, after routinely tossing the concubines in the family, Jian Yang waved them all back.

As soon as they left, Jian Yang's henchman Huang's mother said, "Madam, it's been two days, is that Aunt Feng going to send someone to pick her up?" ”

Jian Yang hooked the corners of his mouth, "Pick her up?" How can it be? ”

"Didn't you say..."

Jian Yang chuckled, "I don't say that, can she obediently take the blame?" ”

"The fourth young lady..."

This topic made Jian Yang's face gloomy, under her nose, this woman was actually pregnant with a child, and she also got Jian Xiong's bastard eyes, so that she gave birth, although it was a daughter, but she was still very unhappy.

Now it's hard to get her out and pick her up?

No way!

"Doesn't Lamei like children? Hold it and raise her. Jian Yang said.

Lamei is Jian Xiong's first woman, a girl in the room, and after Jian Yang entered the door, in order to show her virtuousness, she immediately raised her as an aunt.

After so many years, although Jian Xiong no longer sleeps with her, among the many aunts, she is still different.

Mother Huang didn't want Jian Yang and Jian Xiong to be unhappy, and said: "Madam, the master will be back in two days, even if you don't pick it up, the master will pick it up, it's better to..."

These words did not make Jian Yang's mind change her mind, but made her hate it even more, and said: "You reminded me that only when people die can they be over." ”

Mother Huang thought of the pothos, and hurriedly said: "Madam, think twice, what does Aunt Feng say is also the biological mother of the fourth miss, and this time it is thanks to her that she is guilty, and the eldest lady is fine." ”

Jian Yang glared at Huang's mother angrily, "Did you accept her benefits?" One by one, he helped her speak. ”

"Madam, what good can she give to the slave?"

These words made Jian Yang's face soften a little, and she knew exactly how much silver and jewelry the aunt in the house had.

Mother Huang saw that Jian Yang's face was a little better, and hurriedly said: "The slave and maid persuaded the lady for the sake of the lady's good, madam, think about it, the thing she committed does not hurt anyone, at most she will be detained for a period of time and punished with a little silver." ”

"If you kill her, how will the yacha explain to the doctor? Sudden illness and death must not be said, and she has no reason to commit suicide in fear of crime, and she turned herself in, and there is no such thing as dying to prove her innocence. ”

"Why can't it be said to be an emergency death?"

"Pothos...", has already been said

Mother Huang didn't have to say this, so Jian Yang said: "They are together, and they happened to be sick to her." ”