After Yi Lao left, Qian Feng kept leaning on the bench, looking at the wine jug on the table, his eyes straightened.

None of the people present dared to speak, especially Zhou Beibei, since the bamboo dragonfly was snatched away by Yi Lao, the whole person sat there unhappily, looking down at his fingers, like a small angry bag.

Su San pursed his lips and glanced at Qian Feng from time to time, secretly speculating in his heart about the relationship between Scholar Zhang and him.

She really couldn't guess, so she gave Qian Bao a look.

Who knows, Qian Bao is so unreasonable, looking at Su San and him squeezing his eyebrows, he pretended not to see and didn't say anything.

Su San stretched out his hand to support his forehead, couldn't help but roll his eyes, and pulled Zhou Beibei to leave.

Qian Bao saw that they were both gone, glanced at Qian Feng and stood up with his lips pursed.

"Fang Yang!"

It's just that before the three of them walked to the stairs, Qian Feng's voice sounded behind him.

"In"

Fang Yang had a wind under his feet, and walked down the stairs at a very fast speed.

"Go, zoom in on the scope of the search, and go all out to arrest Aunt Zhang, as well as the old woman in the afternoon... Bring it back to me too. ”

"The third son draws a portrait of Aunt Zhang."

Su San swallowed, looking at Qian Feng, who was standing behind the table with deep eyes and constantly giving orders, he was a little distracted for a while.

His eyes were also uncontrollably moving with Qian Feng's figure.

It wasn't until he walked in front of a few people that Qian Bao stretched out his hand and pulled Su San away.

Su Sanyi grabbed Qian Feng's cuffs and blinked his watery apricot eyes: "Master, the little third son is not very good at painting!" ”

As if he hadn't heard, Qian Feng stepped directly on the stairs, stopped at the corner, and said in a cold voice: "Learn." ”

Su San shuddered and pouted.

"Let's go to that cave again."

"Yes" Fang Yang lowered his head slightly, his attitude respectful.

Qian Feng and Yi Lao both went upstairs, and only a few people in the hall were still staring at each other.

Su San looked at Qian Bao with a bitter face: "Little bun..."

Qian Bao ignored it.

"Brother Bao?"

At this time, Qian Bao glanced at her, with some surprise in his eyes, but he was very proud.

Su San secretly despised it, and his face was still flattering: "Little Bao, you can help me, you have also seen what that Aunt Zhang looks like, I really can't draw it." ”

Qian Bao snorted and returned to the table just now and sat down.

Su San hurriedly stepped forward and hammered him on the shoulder: "If you really use the picture I drew to arrest people, I'm afraid Fang Yang and they won't know Aunt Zhang when they see it in person!" ”

Fang Yang, who was named, twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at them quietly.

"You're a little self-aware." Qian Bao stretched out his long legs and set up on the bench next to him.

Su San hurriedly squatted down again, beat his legs, and tilted his head: "Bao? ”

Qian Bao squinted comfortably: "For the sake of your being so attentive, I will help you once, but in the future, you are not allowed to speak ill of the master, let me do anything..."

Su San raised his hand in surrender and nodded again and again: "Okay, whatever you say, I will agree." ”

Qian Bao opened his watery cute eyes: "Don't say that I don't have a mother!" ”

Su San was stunned, and he also felt a little self-blame in his heart, he shouldn't have said this that day, and he shouldn't have said it for money if he was fine, after all, he was still a little kid who didn't grow up.

She nodded, and responded with great pride: "OK, I won't say this to you in the future." ”

Qian Bao glanced at him, withdrew his legs, and looked at Fang Yang: "Go get a pen and paper." ”

Fang Yang's movements were very fast, and he went upstairs directly to get a pile of rice paper and two brushes and came down.

Qian Bao glanced at the pen and paper casually, stood in front of the table, closed his eyes and pondered.

In just a few seconds, Qian Bao, who opened his eyes again, seemed to have changed all of a sudden, and his momentum instantly killed everything.

I saw him holding a pen with one hand, but after a while, the face of the eldest lady was presented on the rice paper.

When Su San saw him withdraw, he leaned over directly and patted Qian Bao's shoulder: "Little bun, there are two brushes, this painting is too similar!" ”

Qian Bao painted quite well, even Aunt Zhang's slightly double chin was painted vividly, and Su San's praise was completely blurted out subconsciously.

"Small." Qian Bao was a little proud, and looked at Fang Yang: "Fang Yang, you quickly take the portrait and lead the team to search!." ”

Fang Yang nodded, and folded the rice paper with Aunt Zhang into his arms: "With this portrait, we will definitely find it soon, thank you Lord Bao." ”

He bowed his hand to several people: "Farewell." ”

Su San raised his eyebrows and watched Fang Yang's figure disappear into the String Inn.

"Shall we talk?" She looked at Qian Bao, who yawned and rubbed his wrist: "I'm a little tired." ”

Su San looked at Zhou Beibei again, since she came back, she was a little dull, she didn't talk much, if it weren't for the small number of people, Su San would have ignored her.

Zhou Beibei shook her head and refused a little tiredly: "I'm also a little tired." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Su San to say anything more, he got up and went upstairs by himself.

Su San looked at Qian Bao, who was about to get up, and couldn't help but add: "Let's talk about how to find Yi Lao's grandson." ”

In a word, Qian Bao successfully stopped, he turned his head to look at Su San, and said quite seriously: "This matter can't be joked." ”

Su San nodded, and looked at him with waveless eyes: "I'm not kidding, I still like that kid a lot, it's fate to be able to pass by, of course I want to find him." ”

Qian Bao sat down again: "How do you talk?" ”

"Since Aunt Zhang is a habitual offender and has been doing such a reselling thing for a long time, then in other words, what the other party values is not the little boy's family, that is to say, Yi Lao..."

Su San leaned on the table, touched his chin, and said everything he thought.

Qian Bao: "But it can't be ruled out that this time the other party is the grandson of Yi Lao." ”

Su San: "Then we have to see if the route and whereabouts of Yi Lao's trip are kept secret." ”

Qian Bao nodded.

Su San continued to analyze: "If this is the case, then it is necessary to investigate these entourage, or Yi Lao's enemies." ”

Qian Bao took a deep breath: "I hope it's not like this, otherwise it's really a needle in a haystack!" ”

Su San was a little surprised: "You mean to say that Yi Lao's enemies are everywhere?" ”

I have to say that Su San is the truth, not only that, but she was also glared at mercilessly by Qian Bao: "Don't say anything outside, there are some things that you will kill if you know them." ”

He warned Su San, and then threw up his sleeves and went upstairs.

Su San was still sitting there, reminiscing about what Qian Baogang said.

"That's so familiar!" She pursed her lips and stared at the flask on the table.

"Knock Knock"

A noisy sound came from the scene, interrupting Su San's thoughts, and she got up and walked to the window of the inn.

The night has fallen, the full moon is high, and the town of strings is once again greeted with bursts of cheer...