Cen Huan spends these days reading scripts and practicing calligraphy.

However, writing can't learn as quickly as literacy, and after practicing for several days, the improvement is not high, but Cen Huan is already very satisfied.

She just didn't want to be illiterate, and she didn't need to be a calligrapher.

When she was bored, she went shopping, but this time the housekeeper gave more money than before, so she could buy whatever she liked.

Other girls go shopping and buy rouge gouache and jewelry, but Cen Huan likes to buy delicious food the most, and she is willing to stop after she has eaten it.

"Miss Cen, slow down. The maid followed behind Cen Huan, in a place where there were so many people, for fear that she would be lost.

When Cen Huan heard her words, she finally stopped and stood in place waiting for her little maid.

It's just that just as she turned around, someone suddenly bumped into her directly and hit her shoulder, making her almost unsteady.

"You don't have long eyes!" Before Cen Huan could react, the man had already taken the first step to scold.

Cen Huan's original good mood was ruined all of a sudden, and he couldn't help but say: "It's obvious that you bumped into it, but you don't have long eyes, right?"

The man didn't expect this girl to be so strong, and dared to scold her directly, so he cursed secretly, and then planned to leave, with a little fast steps.

Cen Huan felt that something was wrong, and when he looked down, his money bag was gone.

She reacted immediately and shouted at the man's back, "Stop, you thief!"

It's good that she didn't shout, but as soon as she looked, the man secretly said that it was not good, so he immediately smeared oil on the soles of his feet and quickly slipped away, got into the crowd and then disappeared into Cen Huan's field of vision.

Cen Huan was extremely annoyed in his heart, and he was so angry that he couldn't do it.

The maid followed Cen Huan, and when she looked like this, she couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with Miss Cen?"

Cen Huan said indignantly: "Just now, someone bumped into me and stole my money bag. ”

The maid comforted her and said, "Miss Cen is fine, the housekeeper will still give the girl money next time she comes out, don't worry too much." There are a lot of people shopping today, and thieves will be a little rampant, no way. ”

Cen Huan said: "Do you want those thieves to continue to run rampant like this, and the yamen's arrest will not be ignored?"

The maid said: "Sometimes you can't control so much, those thieves run so fast, and some people have already been stolen before they react, and they can't even see people, let alone arrest people." ”

"I just saw the man's face clearly. Cen Huan said firmly, her memory is not bad.

The maid said: "But even if you see it, this person is really very easy to find out and correct, unless there is a portrait of him." ”

In fact, if the maid wants to add a portrait, it may not work, as long as the thief is slightly disguised, it can be different from the portrait.

Those painters in the yamen really can't paint people's charm, and the efficiency of catching people is not high.

When Cen Huan heard the maid say this, he clapped his hands directly and said, "Yes, I can draw people!"

Anyway, she just couldn't swallow this breath.

When the maid heard her say this, she was stunned at first, thinking of her crooked words, thinking that Miss Cen's words are so ugly, how many years and months will she get if she wants to learn to paint?

Cen Huan didn't know what the maid was thinking, and after he made up his mind, he took the maid and went back to Jifu directly.

Fortunately, I had studied sketching before, and it was not a big problem to draw a rough portrait of the thief.

If you dare to steal her money, she will let the thief know how good she is.

As soon as Ji Lang returned to his yard after dealing with the matter of Baochang Ji, he heard the little maid say that the maid next to Cen Huan had something to see.

Seeing the maid come forward and salute, still holding a piece of rice paper in her hand, she asked, "What's wrong?"

The maid reported truthfully: "Back to the young master, when the slave accompanied Miss Cen to the street today, Miss Cen's money bag was stolen by a thief. ”

Ji Lang said: "If Cen Huan needs money, she can find a housekeeper to pay for it, I said that her expenses don't need to be asked for instructions, just write them down." ”

"No, Miss Cen didn't say that she wanted more silver, she said that she wanted to catch the thieves who stole the money. The maid said, "Miss Cen saw the appearance of the man and drew it. ”

As she spoke, she took out the painting and handed it to Ji Lang.

Ji Lang took it, but was stunned when he saw the painting.

I have to say that this painting is really too realistic, as if I saw such a person with my own eyes, I don't know how many times better than the painter in the yamen.

After such a painting is posted, why worry about not finding the person on the portrait?

"Is this really painted by Cen Huan?" Ji Lang raised his eyes and looked at the maid seriously and asked.

The maid nodded again and again, and said, "It only took an hour for the slave to see Miss Cen draw it with her own eyes. ”

Ji Lang looked at the paper that didn't seem to be ink, nor did it look like the lines drawn with a brush, and asked, "What did she draw with?"

The maid said truthfully: "Charcoal that has been burned." ”

Ji Lang raised his eyebrows, thinking that Cen Huan didn't even hold the brush when he wrote, and it was definitely not drawn with a brush.

He pondered for a moment, handed the portrait to the guard next to him, and said, "Take this portrait to the yamen, and ask them to arrest the people above it, and don't tell anyone about the origin of this painting." ”

The guard answered, carefully took the portrait, and then retreated to do his errands.

Ji Lang had doubts in his heart, and followed the maid to Cen Huan's courtyard again.

I saw that Cen Huan was still sitting on the swing and reading the script, but this time it was much more peaceful than the previous time, at least he was sitting in a proper manner.

"Cen Huan. Ji Lang opened his mouth and called.

"Huh?" Hearing someone calling his name, Cen Huan subconsciously turned his head and looked at Ji Lang with some puzzlement.

Ji Lang said: "I heard that you met a thief when you were shopping today?"

Cen Huan nodded violently and said, "Yes, that person also hit me!

Speaking of that thief, Cen Huan felt angry in his heart.

Ji Lang couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her puffing appearance.

"I saw the portrait you drew just now, when did you learn to draw?" asked Ji Lang.

Cen Huan listened to Ji Lang's question, and her heart jumped, and then she remembered that there should be no sketches at this time, and other people naturally didn't want her to be like this.

She subconsciously shook her head and said, "I don't know, I just want to draw, and then I draw it, maybe I learned it before, but I can't remember it now." ”

Ji Lang's eyes looked at her, and she could feel that she seemed to be hiding something, but since she didn't want to say it, she wouldn't have to get to the bottom of it.

Anyway, in two days, the people of the Cen family will be in Jiangzhou.

He said, "How's your handwriting going today?"

Speaking of practicing calligraphy, Cen Huan's face drooped again, and said, "I practice fifteen big characters every day. ”

Ji Lang said: "According to your level, practicing twenty cards a day will have better results." ”

Cen Huan said: "After practicing so much, my hands are going to be broken." ”

Ji Lang said: "I'll teach you today." ”

Cen Huan was a little entangled, but he still nodded.

With Cen Huan's portrait, someone was caught in the yamen on the second day, that person was a habitual offender, he was caught by a man, hit dozens of boards, and later picked on the girl and the old man.

The guards brought the person over and sent it to Cen Huan.

Ji Lang asked, "Is he the person you saw that day?"

Cen Huan nodded and said, "It was he who stole my money bag and murdered me in turn." ”

When the thief saw Cen Huan and remembered the events of that day, he was weak in his heart, but he still defended: "I was wronged! I did accidentally bump into this girl that day, but I didn't steal any money!"

Cen Huan said: "You are still quibbling! Why didn't you steal it and run so fast?"

"I really didn't, I was just in a hurry. The man quibbled.

Cen Huan said indifferently: "Do you think I will believe it?

Ji Lang has now determined that he has seen that portrait, and it is indeed very similar to the person in front of him, such a realm is not something that anyone can have.

Since he had confirmed it, he didn't need to say anything more, and said to the guards beside him: "Send it to the yamen, do what you want." ”

Although he said so, who didn't know that Ji Lang was famous, and the people he sent to the yamen, the yamen would definitely not let go of this thief easily.

As soon as he thought of his future situation, the man suddenly cried and said to Cen Huan: "Don't send me to the yamen, I will never do such a thing in the future, girl, you can let me go!"

After all, the girl's family is always soft-hearted, and the man planned to start with Cen Huan to open a breakthrough, and reached out and grabbed the corner of Cen Huan's skirt while crying and begging.

But this action made Cen Huan couldn't help jumping up, and directly hugged Ji Lang next to him, but he was anxious and angry in the face of the thief: "What are you doing! Don't touch me!"

She has seen a lot of news, and some prisoners are angry and angry, and there are many things that want to pull one to death, so she can beware of this thief!

I don't know what to do with a thief caught in the law here.

But the thief refused to let go, and wanted to continue to plead, but was kicked away directly by the two guards, and then set up and dragged away.

Cen Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Still not letting go?" Ji Lang said suddenly.

Being reminded by him like this, Cen Huan realized that he was in a hurry just now, and directly hugged Ji Lang's waist, and was still tugging on his clothes in his hands, and his posture was indescribable.

She immediately let go and explained, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it just now. ”

Ji Lang's expression was faint, and he couldn't see what he was thinking, but only he knew that under the calm surface, his heart trembled when she hugged him.

It doesn't feel bad.

"It's fine. He didn't seem to mind, and then left her yard with a slightly throbbing heart.

Cen Huan raised his eyebrows, looking at his back, but what he was thinking about was touching just now.

Unexpectedly, Ji Lang looked thin, but he felt very tactile to the touch, as if he had abdominal muscles.

Tsk, not bad.