"Thirteen, you've been alone in the room for several days. Come out and walk around and take a break, right? Jingmo walked in with a plate of refreshments, and she saw that the thirteenth painting was moving inch by inch facing the huge painting displayed on the table, and in terms of length, it had completed the tenth **.

"Jingmo, you're here." Hua Thirteen raised his head slightly and glanced at Jing Mo, then hurriedly lowered his head and continued to concentrate on the pen end that kept for a moment, "As the years go by, this painting just has room for repair. I even suspect that Master's painting will have to be repaired before it can be completed. ”

"What?" Jingmo was confused by the sudden realization of Painting Thirteen, but her mind was not on the painting, she secretly looked at Painting Thirteen's face, and when she handed him tea, she quietly took his pulse, and the frowning eyebrows never relaxed.

"Nothing." Painting Thirteen reluctantly put down the brush and looked at Jingmo with more affectionate eyes, "When I finish the Firefly Picture tonight, I have a surprise for you." ”

"Huh?" Jingmo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said with a noncommittal smile, "Surprise? I have known the Thirteenth Prince for a long time, how come I don't know that the Thirteenth Prince still has such a soft intestine? Will there be a surprise? ”

Hua Thirteen looked at Jingmo and obviously couldn't hide the expectation in a pair of autumn eyes, but he didn't give forgiving words, nodded her nose lightly, and said with a smile: "Thirteen is stupid, he used to put a turbid heart on annoying trivial matters, and he has always ignored the most precious and precious beauty around him. Thirteen guilty. Just punish me for putting all my thoughts on Jingmo girl for the rest of my life, okay? ”

Jingmo swirled her beautiful eyes disapprovingly, and while getting out of the crook of the arm of the thirteenth painting, she said softly: "It's very tired." ”

"There are not many tired days, and most of my scribbled life is bitter. I finally searched for dry intestines, and collected a bit of sweetness, except for you, no one can give it. Painting Thirteen pulled Jingmo into his arms, "Jingmo, I'm afraid that there are too few beautiful and warm memories that I have brought you." I regret it. ”

"Shh Jingmo condensed Chu Chu Qiubo, infinitely gentle and cherished, she approached his pale lips and gently covered them, as warm as half-drunk tea, no one knew whether to fill it or not.

"This is the first time in the world that anyone is willing to kiss me." Hua Thirteen licked his lips slightly, his eyes intertwined with mournful tenderness.

"It's pitiful to sell less, who believes it?" Jing Mo turned his head with a red face and pretended to be looking at the painting, and said in a relaxed and casual tone, "Your Excellency is the thirteenth lang of 'the pen is shocked', from the desert to the great Yin, I am afraid that there are more women who come to visit than I received every day in Qinyuan before!" Why didn't any girl kiss you? It's so miserable and miserable! ”

Hua Thirteen smiled silently, he moved behind Jing Mo, slowly reached out to wrap his hand around her slender waist, and whispered in her ear: "Are you Yin Chenglian when I am Yin Chenglian?" He has the mind and ability to be unbridled, but I don't. If you don't believe me, I swear to you that if I have any misdeeds with other women except Jingmo in the past ten years, I will be thundered and I will not be able to."

"Hey." Jingmo hurriedly turned his head and reached out to stop Hua Thirteen's mouth, "He Ku said nonsense." Who cares if you've been indulgent in the past? What's more... Not to mention that I ......"

"Huh? What's more? "Painting 13 saw Jingmo's expression, and there was no shyness in the general cool breeze hitting Xiaohe.

"What's more, I believe in you, from beginning to end, there is no absence. I once said to Tianyu, I don't believe in heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, I don't believe in the impermanence of fate, I only believe in you. Jingmo firmly and gently fell into the arms of Hua Thirteen, "In this world, I only have you." ”

There is a thought in Jingmo's heart that is becoming more and more unswerving, she thinks of the words recorded in the ancient medical books these days, constantly consulting books and constantly knocking on the side: Gong Wu crossed the river, Gong actually crossed the river, crossed the river and died, what can he do.

She also read countless other prescriptions in ancient medical books, and the way they were recorded was either relying on well-known folk songs, or kneading them into remote and strange but appropriate verses, which was a bit of a spring and autumn penmanship to hide people's ears.

And this poem is the true interpretation of cold blood. And cold blood is the only hope for the treatment of Painting 13.

"What are you thinking?" Painting Thirteen gently hugged Jingmo's shoulder, and he felt her nestled in her arms like a cat, thoughtful and extremely peaceful.

"Nope." Jingmo was asked by Painting Thirteen, and he really remembered that there was an important detail that could not be ignored to inform Painting Thirteen, "Do you still remember, at the Qingping banquet in front of the palace that day, the emperor asked me about my identity, and after I told the truth, how did the emperor react?" ”

"What's the reaction...... "Thirteen eyebrows froze slightly, trying to recall, "I don't remember the emperor's reaction." What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

"What's wrong is precisely that when the emperor knew that I was a disciple of Xinglin Valley Master Tuoqing, he didn't react." Jing Mo's eyes gradually turned gloomy and vigilant, "I always thought that the destruction of Xinglin Valley was instructed by the emperor, after all, the master was in a murder case at the time, and the fire at the city gate affected the pond fish, and I also admitted it." But judging from the details of that day, the emperor didn't have any superfluous emotions for me, and he didn't even seem to mind much if I was from Xinglin Valley. If the person who destroyed the Xinglin Valley back then was the emperor, how could he easily let go of my remnant today? ”

"So, you mean that the person who ordered the extermination of Xinglin Valley back then was not the emperor?" Hua Thirteen's brow was tightly locked, and his thoughts were mixed for a moment.

"It's more than that. I suspect that the emperor knows nothing about this matter, and he has been kept in the dark. The sharp glimmer in Jing Mo's eyes flickered and dimmed, "Over the years, it is very likely that I have gone in the wrong direction." ”

"Who could that be? Do you have eyebrows? "There are thousands of knots entangled in the heart of Painting 13, but it faintly reveals the tendency of dissolution and dissolution.

"Ying Chengzhao." Jingmo said this name that was not surprising to the painting thirteen, but on the contrary, it added a certain sense of confirmation in the painting thirteen's heart. Jingmo continued, "I heard from the old imperial doctor of the Imperial Doctor's Workshop that it was Ying Chengzhao who rushed to Xinglin Valley from the capital to arrest the master into Beijing, and then, the master silently bowed his head and confessed his guilt in the capital for some reason, but on the other side, Xinglin Valley was slaughtered, obviously there could be no one else except him. ”

"It's Ying Chengzhao again." The center of the thirteenth eyebrow became tighter and tighter, "Perhaps, this way you can connect Ying Chengzhao and Zhou Rong together." It is very likely that Ying Chengzhao is not as loyal as the emperor thought. But Rao is like this, why is the emperor so fond of him? Why did he bother to level the Xinglin Valley? ”