For an enemy who hates him to the bone, if you don't send him to death with your own hands, then everything will not be considered to be a happy end, not to mention that there is a grievance that needs to be washed away in the open, safety and truth, for the thirteenth painting, the latter has become a weight that life must bear.

At the last second before he fainted, Hua Thirteen asked Chang Ling to help him lie down on the couch in a daze. Outside the gauze tent, Zhou Rong has not yet left, a warm fragrance lingers on the pillow in the gauze tent, he lies on his side, his eyelids seem to be filled with lead, but in the blur, he sees that the woman lying next to him and his eyes is like a dewy water lily freshly picked in the spring pool in the early morning, like a dream. Gradually, this water lily was shy, and he was reluctant to close his eyes, but he was unable to hold on, and fell into the sleep of countless water lilies.

Jingmo heard that Zhou Rong had taken the family away, and suddenly got out of the quilt, her hand kept holding on to the wound of the right hand that was cut by the tiles and bleeding, and hurriedly took off the wooden hairpin that had been worn on her head, unscrewed one end, and sprinkled the blue powder inside on the wound to stop the bleeding, she tore off a clean cloth belt from her underwear and bandaged it carefully.

She looked at the thirteen sleeping like a baby, and couldn't help but feel a different kind of emotion in her heart, just now he ignored the wound in his palm and fell straight into the bed, in fact, in order to let Zhou Rong leave quickly, he was worried that she would be discovered.

Jing Mo thought about it, and couldn't help but reach out to rub the birthmark she had drawn on his white face like jade, and a dark red coiled on the left side of his face, not moving at all, unchanged at all. Who the hell is he? No, she might be more concerned about what kind of person he is.

"Kyo, Kyo Yakushi?" Another voice in the room suddenly startled Jingmo's cranky thoughts, and when she saw Chang Ling standing next to the bed, she realized that she was lying in the same bed with him, and suddenly jumped up like a wild cat with its tail between it, and jumped off the couch.

After being cramped for a while, she took out a small glass medicine bottle from her arms and slowly sat down on the side of the bed of Hua Thirteen: "Changling, help me help him up, and I'll feed him medicine." ”

Chang Ling hurriedly came over to help, Jingmo poured all the dark brown potion in the bottle into Thirteen's mouth, she saw that the tip of the eyebrows that Hua Thirteen had deeply furrowed due to fainting and fainting gradually relaxed, as if she was having some sweet dream, she couldn't help but look at it for half a quarter of an hour.

"Changling, take good care of your son-in-law. Ahh

"Don't go."

The two words fell on Jingmo's heart like rain hitting a plantain, and her pair of autumn eyes began to flicker: "Huh? ”

"You...... Fang ......" Painting Thirteen smacked his mouth bitterly, wrinkled his brows and asked, "What did you pour me...... What a weird taste......"

"It's a medicine for fainting blood." Jing Mo's eyes lowered, and Wen Yan replied, "The newly developed one recently tastes strange, but it still works, and next time you have to be empty, you can go to Qinyuan to get some more." ”

"Oh?" Hua Thirteen looked at Jingmo's eyes with a slight surprise, he forced himself to get up and get out of the house, slowly walked to Jingmo, leaned over and asked softly, "You developed it especially for me?" ”

Jing Mo raised his eyes and was about to quibble a few words, but when he saw his smiling eyes as strong as wine, he lowered his head irrefutably, and was silent.

Seeing that Jingmo was speechless, Hua Thirteen was busy and considerately removed his ambiguous tone, and asked with a relaxed smile: "Don't add strange ingredients such as cat feces and cat urine." Does this strange-tasting blood-fainting medicine have a name? ”

"Name?" Jingmo frowned, not knowing what the thirteenth was thinking about, "How can you be so exquisite?" There are hundreds of new drugs I develop every year, and if I have to choose names one by one, where will I have time to look at the disease and cure people? ”

"This flavor medicine is different, you specially developed it for me." Painting Thirteen's eyes are serious and gentle, "Its taste is full of five flavors, but it is not all five flavors, it is very special, the color is dark brown and almost black, it is very strange, it seems to be a medicine but not a medicine, it seems to drink but not a drink, and it should be given a special name to be commensurate." ”

Of course, this flavor medicine is different, Jingmo even added a few drops of her innate cold blood when concocting, of course, there is no need to tell Hua Thirteen, otherwise, she is really afraid that he will be triumphantly beautiful.

"There are many people who appreciate food and wine, and Gongzi is still the first one to appreciate my new medicine." Jingmo was amused by Hua Thirteen's interested, "What name do you want to choose?" Could it be that this flavor medicine should be called 'half-face red'! ”

"It's delicious, it's sweet, and it's good to drink." Hua Thirteen stared at Jingmo seriously and ambiguously, and slowly muttered, "You let me understand that maybe not all the medicines in the world are bitter and difficult to swallow, so it might as well be called 'Coca-Cola'." ”

"Coca-Cola......" Jingmo lowered his eyes and whispered softly, as if something blossomed in the hearts of the two people with the name.

"You developed it for me, and you can't use it for others in the future." Hua Thirteen slanted his eyes, and said in a calm and awe-inspiring tone.

"Can't you give it to someone else?" Jingmo couldn't help but laugh and said, "Childe, you really say this like an unreasonable earth overlord. ”

"Really?" Painting Thirteen came closer to Jingmo, so close that the breathing of the two people was staggered and incomprehensible, the corner of his mouth was raised, and he said with a light smile, "Okay, then I will be an unreasonable earth overlord." ”

Painting Thirteen stretched out his hand to the back of Jingmo's waist, who looked stunned, gently pulled it, and put it back neatly, but there was one more thing in his hand.

"This landscape painting, I, the overlord of the earth, are ignorant." Without waiting for Jingmo to react, Hua Thirteen continued to lean closer to her ear and whispered, "Give me some time to find out what secrets are hidden in the painting." Then, you leave Zhou Rong's side, okay? ”

Jing Mo looked at the soft light in the thirteen eyes of the painting, nodded slightly, and said a little helplessly: "I'm going back to the Zhou Mansion, I'm afraid I'll be suspicious later." ”

The thirteen eyes of the painting sent Jingmo silently out of the gallery and disappeared into the Zhumen leading to the Zhou Mansion. He stared at the landscape painting in his hand, the wound she had bandaged, and the small glass medicine bottle she had left behind.

"Thirteen less, she ...... She seems to be ...... to you You seem to ...... her, too" Even if Changling is a stubborn and dull wood, he can also see Jingmo's thoughts on painting thirteen.

At this moment, the ambiguous feelings and wisps of soft light in the thirteen eyes of the painting have long faded away from the ambiguous feelings and wisps of soft light of Fang Cai and Jingmo's clever words, calm as a century-old deep pool, his brows did not wrinkle, and said lightly: "Can't you see it, I'm just interested in her painting." ”

"Huh?"

Chang Ling pouted suspiciously, and said in his heart: Hmph, I really didn't see that Thirteen Young Men were just interested in Jingmo's paintings, and I couldn't see what the situation was just now!

Hua Thirteen looked at Chang Ling, whose face was full of disbelief, and sighed lightly, his tone was as dull as a steamer that could not be opened, and said to himself: "In fact, it is not right for the ancients to juxtapose 'qin, chess, calligraphy and painting'. Playing the piano, reading books, and painting, all need to be invested in sincerity and true feelings, but only playing chess is not good, once emotional, how can you abandon your son without regrets. ”

Chang Ling didn't hear what Hua Thirteen muttered to himself, and asked suspiciously, "Huh? What is so abandoned and emotional? ”

"Nothing." Painting 13 lowered his eyes and looked at Zhou Rong's landscape painting made ten years ago for a long time, and Yu Yu commanded, "Changling, you have been going out for a walk in the past two days, first, inquire about the situation of Changji in Beijing, and second, ......."

Painting Thirteen paused, picked up the empty glass bottle on the table, and thought that the name he had given to the potion - Coca-Cola must have been firmly imprinted on her heart. But who is she?

"Second, by the way, find out in which year Jingmo entered Beijing, and where in the rivers and lakes he walked before entering Beijing." Hua Thirteen's eyes became more and more dark and uncertain, "I don't know now, whether it was a blessing or a curse to send you to kill her that night." ”

Not long after Chang Ling obediently took the order to go out, Hua Thirteen heard a knock at the door, and then, a respectful and polite voice came:

"Is the red boy rested? Is it convenient to go with the old slave? My county horse is holding a banquet in the house to wait for the son. ”

It's finally time to come. It's just that Hua Thirteen didn't expect that he deliberately restrained everything and hid in the crowd, but he was still exposed to Zhou Lirong's attention earlier than the original plan. However, he knew in his heart that Xu Da's outing, whether it was a flying disaster or an accident, did not have to be decided so early.

"Here we are."

Painting 13 pushed open the door and followed Steward Luo to the magnificent, small and elegant courtyard of the Zhou Mansion behind the museum. Before he walked into the lobby, he saw from a distance that there was a large table of wine and food in the hall, and Zhou Rong seemed to be sitting in his arms with a charming and colorful figure.

"Half red in the late life, see Mrs. Zhou!" Draw thirteen deep bows.

Zhou Rong waved his sleeves, signaled him to take a seat quickly, pointed to the beauty in his arms and introduced with a smile: "Half red, this is the head of the 'Kyoto Seven Yan' - Bai Wan." Wan'er, he is the gallery painter who blocked the fatal one for me today, half red-faced. ”

Jingmo and the painting thirteen looked at each other, the look under the eyes was ambiguous, Jingmo first poured a cup of tea and presented it to the painting thirteen, but his eyes hooked Zhou Rong charmingly, and thanked him coquettishly: "Thanks to the help of the red boy, Zhou Lang is safe and sound, and the slave family replaces the wine with tea, and thanks the son for Zhou Lang." ”

Jingmo called Zhou Rong, this old fox with a beast's heart and a good manner, what? Zhou Lang? Week? Man?

Painting Thirteen's restrained expression looked very strange, he gritted his teeth, and after taking the tea, he tried to smile naturally and said: "There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful." It turned out that during the first trial, the white girl who danced amazingly in the Spring Manlou had a single name of the word 'Wan', which was appropriate and appropriate. Mrs. Zhou is really beautiful. ”

When Jing Mo heard it, he actually remembered the words in "Wild Vines" that she sang when she appeared in the first trial, and couldn't help but feel a slight move in his heart, did he treat everyone so carefully?

"What? Half red face, are you greedy? Zhou Rong asked with a dry smile squinting at Hua Thirteen, and the two of them were slightly stunned when asked.

"Don't dare, Mrs. Zhou laughed. What kind of identity is Mrs. Zhou, how dare he look at him in his later years. Painting Thirteen lowered his eyebrows and replied calmly.

Zhou Rong looked at the painting thirteen after a few times, and said with great satisfaction: "You young man is indeed a manufacturable material, not arrogant or impetuous, talented and righteous. Don't look at Wan'er's double art, taking care of people is also a first-class good hand. Wan'er, go and help the wound on the red handle to re-bandage and bandage. ”

Painting Thirteen tightly grasped the right hand wrapped in the cloth strip of Jingmo's underwear, quietly moved to the table, and respectfully shirked: "Thanks to Mrs. Zhou's love, the wound of the late birth has been treated, and I won't work for the girl." I don't know why Mrs. Zhou came to me? ”