Zhang Changxiu sat alone on the Taishi chair, accepting Chang Le's provocative gaze, trying to maintain an immovable appearance.

As a taishou, he must protect his majesty!

"Wow!"

An exclamation came out of the pile of heads. Three, three, two, two, and began to praise the painting again.

Zhang Changxiu couldn't sit still again.

Chang Le leaned over to him with bad intentions and said with a smile: "Master Taishou, it seems that you are going to fulfill your promise." ”

Zhang Changxiu's facial expression was a little tangled, and he picked up the tea next to him. Take another sip of herbal tea and take the opportunity to move your facial expressions. The coldness pierced the brain, suppressing the restlessness.

"The official has not repented. Come on, how do you recognize it? ”

Hearing a solemn shout from Taishou, the head catcher and the yacha hurriedly urged the five witnesses to stand in line.

The five of them saluted in unison and said in unison: "Back to the master, almost the same." ”

At this time, the master also picked up the painting carefully, shook it, and displayed it in front of Zhang Changxiu.

Zhang Changxiu was amazed for a moment, and the ghost reached out to take the drawing paper, looking up and down carefully, there was a throbbing feeling of discovering something new.

The portrait in the painting has deep eyebrows and eyes, like flesh and blood between light and dark, and the facial features appear immediately under the depth. The brushwork is unique, the operation is different, and this brush is a charcoal strip burned by willow branches. Zhang Changxiu tilted his head to look at Chang Le meaningfully, as if he wanted to see through her soul through her eyes.

In those glassy eyes, there was only his reflection, and the cunning and arrogance that were not hidden in the slightest. Suddenly, there was a different taste in my heart.

Zhang Changxiu handed the painting back to the master and ordered: "Then according to this portrait, paint more than a dozen copies and paste them at various city gates and notices, and arrest the suspect as soon as possible!" ”

"Yes!"

The master and the yacha responded to the order, and their expressions and tones were full of victory.

Chang Le smiled and watched happily, and the feelings of family and country were aroused by them, and they really felt the pride of contributing to the society. He exhaled a long breath and was about to propose to Zhang Changxiu about going back, but found that everyone's eyes fell on him, as if he was waiting for something.

The smile on his face gradually froze, a little embarrassed.

"What are you looking at me for?"

The master stepped forward with the painting in his hand and smiled respectfully: "Trouble Mrs. to draw some more." ”

Chang Le swallowed his saliva under the pressure of everyone's gaze. After carefully recalling Zhang Changxiu's instructions, I felt that I had fallen into a pit. Refusing to retreat, he stayed away from the painting as if he were hiding from the plague.

"I've drawn it all, you can find someone to imitate it."

The master forced forward with a smile: "Madame's painting skills, I dare not say that in the world, there is indeed no one in the thirteen counties to match." I have to trouble Madame. It's all for the people of the county town to be at peace as soon as possible. ”

At this time, Chang Le didn't want to accept it anymore, and said with a bitter face: "The painter you are looking for is just not rich enough in your brains......

"It's not as detailed as yours." The master hurriedly answered, smiling like an old fox, "The picture they painted is not as similar as the lady, if there is a little mistake, it will affect the progress of the case." ”

Chang Le bit his lip and looked at Zhang Changxiu, seeing that he rarely showed a hint of a smile, he rolled his eyes and said, "It's not impossible for me to paint." Master Taishou, do you know that pot courtyard is really cold, I can't eat or sleep well. ”

"You are the mistress of the Taishou Mansion, won't you arrange it yourself? Bad times, blame me? Zhang Changxiu didn't bother to look at her, got up and sat down in an uncomfortable body, and slowly walked towards the table full of painting tools, "The five of you should go back too, today is considered a great achievement, remember to wait for the summons at any time." ”

"Yes, the villain is retiring."

The five of them saluted in unison, bowed down and hurriedly retreated.

"Let's draw now, be careful not to go back to dinner if you're slow." Zhang Changxiu picked up the charcoal on the table, turned around, raised his eyes and handed it to Chang Le.

Chang Le pursed his lips and took a deep breath. stepped forward and took the charcoal from his hand, and said with a smile: "What do you mean, in the future, the Taishou Mansion will be under my control?" ”

"You are the mother of the house, the family affairs in the house, is it not for you to take care of it?" Zhang Changxiu withdrew his hand, shook his sleeves, knocked on the table, and urged, "Hurry up." ”

"Don't urge, the old lady is out of the horse, as fast as lightning." Thinking that his life would be greatly improved, Chang Le came to his senses, turned his head and said, "Give me a stool." ”

Someone immediately moved a chair for her.

"Buy me some more charcoal." Changle unceremoniously continued to say the request.

Zhang Changxiu glanced at the yacha who bought the pen before.

Yacha shook his legs and pulled out an extremely ugly smile: "My subordinates will go." ”

"Liu San, you are waiting here. Master He, Sun Tou, let's change places. ”

Zhang Changxiu arranged the people clearly in a few words, and finally glanced at Chang Le, who was concentrating on painting, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and turned around and went out first. The master and the head catcher followed, and only the yacha named Liu San continued to accompany him.

The sky outside the door is cloudy and the snow is falling, and the beautiful woman inside the door paints, which is peaceful.

Chang Le painted for three hours in one go, and twelve portraits were neatly placed on the ground. When he was dizzy, he found that the lamp and candle had been held on the table at some point, and Liu San was dozing off the pillar beside him, his head little by little.

"You're still sleepy, I'm going to faint."

Chang Le complained secretly, stood up with both hands on the armrests of the chair, and stretched a big lazy waist. Looking out the door, it was already dark.

And Zhang Changxiu seems to have never come.

"If I continue like this, sooner or later my eyes will go out of order. I don't have glasses here yet. ”

Chang Le muttered in a low voice, already feeling that his vision was a little blurry. I rubbed my eyes and acupoints, closed my eyes for a while and opened them again, barely getting better. With his hands on his hips, he wandered around the portraits, wondering if he should give them a layer of paint protection.

Liu San woke up in a dream and saw a figure shaking in front of him, so frightened that he was about to draw a knife to defend himself. When he saw that it was Mrs. Taishou, he immediately retracted his movements in her puzzled gaze and smiled weakly.

"Madame finished drawing?"

Chang Le nodded: "So much should be enough, right?" ”

"Enough is enough." Liu San looked at the results all over the ground and nodded again and again, "I'll call the master." ”

"Well, let him hurry up, I'm tired and hungry now, and I want to go back quickly." Changle yawned tiredly.

"Yes."

Liu San ran out of the room.

Chang Le's eyes were worried, and he returned to the painting case and opened the teapot lid, but there was no tea inside. Licking his slightly dry lips, he sat down on the stool, arranged the things on the table at will, used his arms as pillows, put his head up, and fell asleep.

When Zhang Changxiu came back, he saw Chang Le lying on the desk asleep, and glanced at the portrait on the ground, with mixed feelings. asked Liu San softly: "How does this painting spread on the ground?" ”

"Back to the master." Liu San opened his mouth angrily, and under the warning of his gaze, he lowered his voice for some reason, glanced around, and said in words that only the two of them could hear, "Back to the master, Mrs. said that the charcoal painting can be destroyed with a casual touch, so it can't be touched, folded, or stacked." ”

"Then tomorrow I'll take it and paste it one by one."

As soon as Zhang Changxiu finished speaking, he noticed Chang Le's head move, and then lifted it up in a daze. His expression changed, he put away his cautious posture and stood with his back straight.

I watched her head freeze in mid-air for a moment and twisted around. The eyes are misty, the expression is confused, and without the sharpness and agility of these days, it seems to be much more obedient and soft. It makes people want to rub her head and hug her into his arms.

"You're back?" Chang Le yawned without hesitation, stretched out his arms and sat up straight, with no image at all.

Zhang Changxiu couldn't help sighing, and his brain, which was deceived by her suitable appearance, also sobered up: "Hmm." ”

"Great, I'm tired."

Chang Le stood up with his chair and shook his head, rubbing his eyes with both hands.

"Don't move!" Zhang Changxiu suddenly spoke.

Chang Le was frightened awake: "What are you doing?" ”

"Wash your black paws, I don't want to be blind." Zhang Changxiu took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, stepped forward and handed it to her, and casually put away the messy tabletop.

Chang Le was stunned, looked at his hands and decided to take it, and rubbed it on his hands.

No, the white cloth became a black rag.

Seeing this, Liu San and Sun Zhutou hurriedly went to help. Liu San went out to fetch water, and Sun Zhutou snatched the job from Zhang Changxiu's hands, and everything was piled aside.

Chang Le was baffled by their Malier's movements, and Zhang Changxiu stood opposite, suddenly feeling the seriousness of the scene, and couldn't help muttering: This situation of two armies facing each other and cleaning up the battlefield-

Could it be that he wants to wrestle with her?

Zhang Changxiu really has nothing to comment on Sun Zhutou's roughness. Where is he called tidying up, he is clearly sweeping the garbage, ruining a table of pens and ink, as a reader, he really can't turn a blind eye. But Sun Zhutou has always been like this, and he doesn't bother to mention it again.

She couldn't help but look away, and found Chang Le's look of wariness, wondering what she thought of again.

Master He carried a food box, walked over slowly, put the food box on the table and said: "Sun Tou, it doesn't matter if you don't like to read, but books, paper, pen and ink, and study utensils still have to be cherished." ”

Sun Zhutou laughed twice and said, "What Master He said is that in a while, my old grandson will serve them as if he was serving his ancestors." ”

This kind of disguised scolding of the reader, Zhang Changxiu and Master He are not very comfortable to listen to, that is, they know that he has no malicious intentions, and he purely expresses his feelings, so he does not care. Moreover, they quarrel with a big old man over this, which is also losing the face of the reader.

Chang Le's vigilance relaxed the moment Master He put the food box, and he watched them bickering. Although I also feel that Sun Zhutou's speech is ugly, I like it very much. After all, Zhang Changxiu, who he was afraid of, frowned, and was very happy.

What an old monkey!

"This is the leftover laba porridge from today's soup kitchen, as well as the two dishes that Aunt Hao just fried. The lord and the lady will be at once. ”

Master He's elegant movements, coupled with a small handful of goatees, give a good impression.

Chang Le felt at a glance that he was different from those bad water masters who were cheating and slick and sanctimonious.

In the 21st century, I am accustomed to being polite, and at this time, I also smiled and helped to take out the dishes and put them on the table.

A plate of stir-fried cabbage, a plate of hot and sour pickled radish, accompanied by a bowl of laba porridge.

It's really simple.

"It's appetizing to watch." Chang Le smiled politely, "It turns out that the yamen is also open." ”