The woman in white smiled softly, as breathing as an orchid.

No, it's not an orchid scent, it's a faint cold aroma, ethereal.

Jiang Lan hid in the shadows, secretly looking at the two people on the bluestone road and the banshee who followed her.

Looking around, it is indeed the street style in Jiankang City, and she looks like the North City side of this shop alone, but the curfew has been lifted since this dynasty, and looking at this hour, the street should not be so sparsely populated.

"Could it be that you have entered the memories of the blood demon?" Jiang Lan muttered in her heart, thinking that she was just out of her body?

"Let's hurry up and go home, there have always been people missing in the city recently, and it's not safe to stay outside for a long time." The man took the hand of the woman in white and took the green umbrella, and said with a smile.

In the alley, two people, a green umbrella and a white lantern, glowing with a vast light. In the cold air of autumn, people look warm for no reason.

In the darkness of the alley, the woman in purple, carrying a red lantern, looked at the handsome man from afar. sighed: "I finally found it, Chang Zhenjun, a little reluctant to eat." ”

The moon was hidden behind the black clouds, and the night began to become clear.

In an instant, the woman in purple disappeared without a trace, Jiang Lan had no choice, followed the sweet couple home, and disappeared on the bluestone road.

The Su family painting hall is connected to the back hall, the inside is the residence, and the outside is open for business.

Drifting down to this place, Jiang Lan helplessly sat on the steps in front of the painting hall and looked at the passers-by, thinking about when he would get out of this illusion.

Here, the night outside the door is pervasive, and the candlelight in the house is flickering.

Su Yiru is depicting a famous landscape. The ink is full, and the deep and shallow smudges on the paper.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a soft knock on the door.

"It's so late, who is it?" Su Yiru stopped writing and shouted out the door.

Jiang Lan also floated out of the room, "Is that her?" ”

stared at the woman in purple with a good eye, and a voice in her heart told Jiang Lan that this demon was the key to her going out.

Su Yiru was a little surprised, but no one answered.

For a long time, there was a giggling, clear laughter, accompanied by the creaking of the door opening.

One foot stepped in, purple shoes, and upward, there was a fluttering purple skirt.

A bare hand holding on to half of the door.

"Is it Mr. Su?"

The aroma of rouge floats, the eyes are crooked like crescents, she is a woman, her skin is white and the snow is deceitful, and there is a little vermilion mole on the center of her eyebrows, which is a cold beauty. The action is like a weak willow supporting the wind, and the waist and limbs are full of hands.

The other heel stepped in, the woman in purple, "There is a painting, I want to ask Mr. to see it, sell it for a price." ”

This person is a scene of his own, and Su Yiru forgot to think about how the door was opened for a while.

Until the woman at the door curled up to her. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have a bit of a gaffe, and he was busy straightening his posture. I wanted to answer.

"Hey, he's painting?" The woman in purple was surprised, first stretched out her hand, raised her eyes to look at him, and then looked back at his pen.

In the flickering candlelight, the fingers like green onions touch the rice paper, "There is a deep meaning of wind and rain in the shade of the smoke tree, and the skill is not shallow."

Legend has it that on Qin Mi Fu, painted Yunshan smoke tree, although the king of the sect, the pen breaks the ink, like out of Dong Yuan, but the real from the line of cursive calligraphy, there is infinite change.

Natural smoke and clouds are infested, the mountains are compelling, its paintings are dripping with ink, smoke and clouds are covered, the trees are simple, and they are wonderful in smoke and dyeing. This "Difficult to Peace", Mr. did not lose to him. ”

"Yes, this is exactly the imitation of Mi Fu, the girl has a good eye."

Su Yiru unconsciously high-fived and praised, and the feeling of approval rose spontaneously, "It's just that Mi Fu's true handiwork has been lost for a long time, and I don't know how the girl knows that this is "Difficult to Peace". ”

The woman in purple smiled softly, and covered the lower half of her face with her other hand.

The tip of the tongue is savoring the smell of the food. When is it better to start, she thought to herself, on the one hand, the corners of her mouth are still that amorous smile, "This painting is about the middle scene, there are one or two courtyards at the top of the hills, and you can overlook the river from below, and the mountains are changing from afar."

This is reminiscent of Mi Fu located in Runzhou Beigu Mountain's former residence "Haiyue Nunnery", near the scenic spot "Ganlu Temple" and "Duojinglou", Mi Fu often reads poems, browses the scenery of the clouds and mist changes in the south of the Yangtze River. Therefore, I guessed that it was "Difficult to Peace", and I didn't want to guess correctly. ”

The candle flame jumped twice.

Su Yiru felt a little swaying, and she didn't know if it was her heart or her eyes? I didn't have time to think about it, but I couldn't help but stare at the purple-clothed woman's hands like green onions.

"I also have a painting of Mi Fu, sir, please see." At some point, she slowly moved to his side. Take out a scroll from your back and gently spread it out on the table.

"Crane forest smoke clouds! Where did you get it? ”

Su Yiru fell his gaze on the painting, his eyes suddenly glowed, he looked at it carefully with amazement, and finally the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, he sighed, "It's not a real work, but it can be imitated to this extent, and it is worth a little money." ”

The woman in purple smiled stupidly, and said: "Mr. has a good eye, I can see that this is an imitation, but this is an imitation of the Ming Dynasty, and it can be regarded as an ancient painting." ”

After a pause, she also sighed, "If it weren't for the middle of the family, I wouldn't have sold this ancestral thing." ”

This hand was being looked at by him, but the other hand was removed from his face and slowly climbed onto the man's back, his nails slowly stretched out, and the bright red Kodan was extremely sharp.

"To tell the truth, this painting was originally only worth a hundred taels of silver, and I will definitely strive for a better price if I put it in the store to help the girl consign it. I have fifty dollars of silver, and the girl will use it first. ”

The man didn't notice anything at all, he took out a box from the drawer, opened it, and counted fifty taels, but gambling was a pity for the jade.

The woman in purple frowned, hesitated for a moment, she was a demon, naturally understood this thought, unconsciously retracted her claws, and was determined to see the man solemnly hand over the money to her.

Let's spare his life first, and wait until I get the money, although the money is useless to a demon.

However, she was really reluctant to kill so early, she thought to herself, and took the money. He bowed down and said a blessing, "Then it's troublesome sir, I'll take my leave first." ”

She turned to go out and felt the wind whirling past the door, a little cold.

"Wait." Su Yiru hurriedly walked to the back hall, and walked out again after a while, "It may be raining, bring an umbrella just in case, the night is cold, you also wear this coat." ”

Ying Ying, a woman in purple, took the umbrella and slowly put on her outer clothes. Slowly walk down the street.

Her heart shook violently at the beginning.

"Demon, do you also feel the warmth of human affection?" She whispered to herself.

Jiang Lan, who was following behind, heard all this, only to see the voice of the woman in purple disappear into the vast night with her figure, Zheng only left a few stars in the sky, like the eyes of a god, silently looking at this demonic city.

The ethereal and cold aroma floats in the air, making people reverie endlessly.

"Like, this painting hasn't been sold yet?" The woman in white asked, pointing to the painting on the wall, while fiddling with the tea leaves in the tea can, waiting for the light to go to the sun, some of the dampness returned, she thought to herself.

"Well, the year is over, and few people collect paintings, so there should be one after a while. There is no hurry. The man standing in the doorway leaned against the doorway as he spoke, looking like a mother waiting for her child to return.