258: Portrait is on the looks

"Miss," Hua suddenly said when she thought of something important, which made Hua Pei Qingyu startled, and the melon seeds that were being knocked fell on the plate.

"What surprised you?" Fengyi patted Hua Yi's shoulder lightly, so that she could say it if she had something to say, I didn't see the big guys waiting!

"My mother said that Nie Yuandao had an affair with a woman from the sect, and Nie Yuandao seems to be particularly concerned about Princess Ping, and more than half of the dead soldiers of the Nie family are in the hands of Princess Ping." Hanaichi pulled out a handkerchief from his bosom.

Hua Pei Qingyu unfolded it and took a look, this handkerchief is worth a lot of money, silk.

There is a saying in later generations: foreign luxury goods, grit your teeth and buy them. Chinese luxury, even if you grit your teeth, can't afford it.

The gold silk clothes made of silk, the fans, the inch of gold, the millennium is not bad, a weaver has been learning for 40 years, and can only weave two centimeters a day.

The embroidery on the handkerchief is not "exquisite" can be described, there is a sentence on it: the pond fish thinks of the old abyss, and thinks of the distance.

"Xue Yi, what is Princess Ping's maiden name or nickname?"

"Pond fish." Xue Yi replied in the affirmative, she is in charge of intelligence, and she must be clear about these princes' families.

"Why does the Nie family have the habit of stealing other people's wives?"

"Miss, Nie Yuandao is more than fifty people, no matter how blind Princess Ping is, she can't look down on an old man in her thirties! What's the picture? Yueyi frowned.

"Xue Yi, draw the portrait of Nie Yuandao and the pond fish and draw it with a sketch."

Hua Yi had already taken a charcoal pen and a drawing paper, and Xue Yi drew two of them on the front and side of the two of them after a quarter of an hour, and Hua Pei Qingyu read it: "Don't draw hair, draw another one." ”

The six portraits were quickly spread flat on the table, and a few heads were pressed together.

"Miss, this ......"

After carefully studying the painting on the table, the four maidens suddenly realized, and when they saw the outline of another woman's face drawn by Hua Pei Qingyu with a charcoal pencil in her hand, they were even more certain, Nie Yuandao and Princess Ping were father and daughter! ……

Wow......

Hua Pei Qingyu drew a miniature version of the woman's portrait and rolled it into a small tube, so that Xue Yi and his faction could immediately send it to Wujiguan.

Since there is a flower Pei Qingyu, a righteous daughter in the world, Wujiguan has set up a point for her to find a convenient contact with Wujiguan, and he has set up a point to serve her.

That's according to the portrait of Nie Yuandao and Chi Yu, excluding the imagination of Chi Yu and Nie Yuandao, then the face of another woman will probably come out, and Wujiguan needs to screen one or two for her, so that she can take precautions as soon as possible, and see which great god is unwilling to be lonely and stir up the worldly world in vain to control the change of worldly imperial power, this person may have something to do with the cloak girl! An old monster that has lived for hundreds of years!

Hua Pei Qingyu even boldly guessed that creating a blood-sucking strain and peeking at Xuanji's treasure would be Nie Yuandao's concubine!

Sardinia Sea

"Go back and tell your wife, her kindness is remembered."

Mo Lianyi slapped his fist on the table fiercely, letting the table turn into powder: "Gu Mianmian, you deceive people too much!" Your Ethereal Immortal Sect has a Heavenly Mirror that knows the past and the future, but you forgot, my Qiankun Sect also has a Qianhe Mirror that records all the things that happen in heaven and earth, and I want Mrs. Ben to be the knife in your hand to deal with a worldly marquis, and you are also worthy of the Mo Clan and the Qiankun Sect? ”

Mo Lianyi will not act rashly, she just deliberately released the news of her beloved son's tragic death card shattering, waiting for the people behind the scenes to jump out and encourage her.