"Wake up, wake up!"

In the wing room of the gallery, a young man in black with a sword shouted to the boy lying on the couch, who knew that this boy seemed to be sleeping soundly, dreaming soundly, and couldn't wake up, without any movement, the young man with a sword raised his voice and called: "Red Shao!" How long are you going to sleep? ”

At this moment, Hua Thirteen was lying on the couch silently with his arms on his arms, a pair of eyes that had never been closed fell on the corner of the bed tent in a daze, his ink eyebrows were deep, and his mind kept appearing Jingmo's dancing posture and her eyes looking at Zhou Rong, his tightly locked eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and he was deaf to the Changling voice that sounded in his ears for a while.

"Thirteen less!" The long spirit leaned over Thirteen's ear and called him eagerly,

"Could it be that you can't have a spring dream? Why can't you wake up alive or dead! ”

"Changling, what are you talking about? Why did you learn badly within a few days of coming to the capital? Thirteen heard Chang Ling call himself by the most familiar name, so he slowly came back to his senses and asked with a smile, "Nothing happened again, what are you in a hurry to call me for?" ”

"It's nothing!"

Chang Ling listened to the painting thirteen finally woke up and replied, and his tone was even more eager, "In the past two days, the painters in the whole museum have speculated about the results of the preliminary examination, and they all said that the new master of the painting world will definitely be able to enter the review smoothly, and the unlucky half-faced red was belittled by the prince, and I am afraid that I will have to leave the museum in a gloomy way!" You're good, after coming back from Chunmanlou, you have slept like no one! ”

"Yes, since I have become a person who must go in the eyes of everyone, where can I have the face to go out and talk to them except in the house, self-hatred and incompetence? At this moment, they are afraid that they are waiting for the results of the preliminary trial outside, and they are running on and stuttering, and they are already too busy one by one. The corners of the thirteen mouths twitched, and said lightly.

"Sure?" Chang Ling's mouth opened wide in shock, and his jaw almost fell to the ground: "Could it be that what they said is true?" Is your painting really being derogated by the prince? How is this possible? You're the thirteenth man in the desert! ”

"How could it not be? There is a saying that the hero is sad to pass the beauty. At the time of the first trial, I had to be asked to paint beautiful women, beautiful women in front, dancing with my heart, where did I still have the heart to paint? Drawing Thirteen said in a lazy tone.

Chang Ling was already anxious, but when he heard the painting thirteen, he still looked calm and relaxed, and he was even more anxious to jump to his feet, and the old mother nagged like a child:

"But Thirteen Young Men have no less paintings of what kind of beauties and beauties in the desert, and I haven't seen you play abnormally! This time, it was clear that I didn't practice painting in advance, and I was rusty with my hands, so I ended up with such a result. The night before the preliminary trial, Chang Ling persuaded you that it was good to practice your hands, but you didn't listen, Xu Fei could practice all night at that time! It's good now, we came all the way to the gallery, and we had to be kicked out in a few days! No wonder Thirteen Young Men went under the pseudonym 'Half Face Red', it turned out that he was afraid of ruining the reputation of 'Thirteen Lang' for so many years! ”

Painting thirteen was amused by Chang Ling's accusation of his own appearance and laughed out loud, this has always been honest and innocent Chang Ling, no matter what Thirteen said, he believed it word for word, and always used his own set of simple thoughts to think deeply along this line, so he was always more anxious than Thirteen, and he was more happy and sad than Thirteen.

Chang Ling's ears are the most sharp, and when he heard that Hua Thirteen was still secretly laughing, he was even more anxious to hang his eyebrows, and asked with his mouth: "Hong Shao, Hong Shao, how many percent of your chances of winning, how can you still laugh?" ”

The corners of the painting thirteen's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes were full of thick and bright smiles, and he said lightly: "Ten percent." ”

Chang Ling was stunned by Hua Thirteen's confident reply, and immediately asked in confusion: "I obviously heard them say-"

"It doesn't matter what they say," Hua Thirteen's eyes were deep and clear, and he whispered lightly: "This Mrs. Zhou's mind is important." It's just a pity, that new master in the art world......"

"Who? Who matters? Who is sorry? Chang Ling listened to Thirteen's tone change for a while, becoming more and more unpredictable and unclear.

"That's right, she." Painting Thirteen was in a trance, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes were filled with a few soft rays of light, and he said to Chang Ling gently: "Chang Ling, I want you to help me check someone." ”

"Who?" Chang Ling heard that after the thirteenth entered Beijing, he was going to send himself to check on the person for the first time, and this person must be very important.

"The head of the 'Kyoto Seven Yan' of the Spring Man Building, a dancing girl surnamed Bai." Painting Thirteen couldn't help but feel a trace of inexplicable emotion in his heart, and he didn't know what the full name of Maiji Jingmo was when he thought about it.

"Spring Manlou? Dancing Queen? Chang Ling's spirit suddenly deflated a little, "Asking the girl about this kind of thing is the matchmaker's business, so Chang Ling won't go!" ”

Hua Thirteen knew that Chang Ling had followed a set of thoughts in his little brain again, and couldn't help but laugh:

"Changling, this matchmaker has to be you. I suspect that this white girl, like me, is approaching Zhou Rong under the guise of another identity for some reason. I want you to find out when this white girl began to appear in Chunmanlou, whether she has received customers, and which guests she has received. I need to know if she's friend or foe. ”

Hearing the tone of the thirteenth painting gradually turn deep and low, although Chang Ling's heart was surrounded by a cloud of doubts, he still nodded silently, and after obediently accepting the order, he turned around and went to Chunmanlou to inquire about the news.

Listening to the noisy talk and speculation of the painters in the pavilion outside the house, he blinked lightly, thinking that he might need to go to Qinyuan again to find out her position. Does she have some kind of unknown connection with Zhou Rong, or is she just an outsider who happens to appear?

"However, there is still a human life that Chang Ling has not yet taken care of—" Chang Ling asked hesitantly.

"Let's check this 'white girl' first." Hua Thirteen said lightly, and his heart seemed to loosen unconsciously.

A few hours later, Hua Thirteen saw that Chang Ling had only gone out for half a day and came back with a light expression, and couldn't help but ask expectantly, but there was still a little worry in the expectation: "Why did you come back so soon, how?" ”

"She's fine, so she's faster." Chang Ling's face was as if he was waiting for thirteen praises, and said complacently.

Hua Thirteen pursed his lips and asked, "No matter how small things are, they are not trivial. Changling, what have you found, come to the tunnel quickly. ”

"Chang Ling found out that the 'Kyoto Qiyan' of Chunmanlou was just a few dancers that Lao Bustard had recently selected to put together, and before that, Chunmanlou did not have a famous dancer surnamed Bai. Hong Shao, could it be that the white girl you want me to check is unknown and not famous in the Spring Man Building? Or, did you misremember the last name? There is a man named Man Man who is very famous. Chang Ling replied carefully without a moment's notice.

"Sure enough."

The tip of the eyebrows of the thirteenth frowning slightly stretched slightly, and the corners of her mouth pursed a shallow smile. As if relieved, he muttered in a low voice, "She is still a Jing pharmacist after all." ”

"Kyo Yakushi? What happened to Kyo Yakushi? Chang Ling heard that Hua Thirteen suddenly mentioned Jingmo again for some reason, and asked suspiciously, "Do you want Chang Ling to do it tonight?" ”

"I'll go with you." Painting Thirteen's eyebrows deepened, it seems that Jingmo was probably disguised as a dancing girl for the first trial that day, and she danced amazingly in front of Zhou Rong, but what can she do to Zhou Rong?

"Huh? Not to mention that you don't know anything about dancing knives and swords, you can......'t even climb into the wall of Qinyuan" Chang Ling was puzzled, there were many people who had helped Thirteen cook for so many years, but I didn't see a single time when Thirteen said that he wanted to go with him in person.

"Who said they were going to go over the wall?" Painting Thirteen couldn't help but say, "Since you go to see a doctor, you are naturally above board." ”

"See a doctor?" Chang Ling asked with a puzzled expression, "Hong Shao, are you uncomfortable?" ”

Painting Thirteen smiled without saying a word, looked at Chang Ling carefully, his eyes turned slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an evil arc, secretly thinking about something.

Bell, bell, bell, bell, bell.

Five down.

Outside the closed wooden door, Hua Thirteen was finally able to ring the rattle on the door of Qinyuan with his own hands in a dignified and generous manner, and there was no need to call Jingmo out with the help of an accidental or unintentional wind last time.

From time to time, he arched his hands on his chest and humbly and politely, always feeling that it was too rusty and not good; Sometimes I hang my arms neatly at my side, but I feel too stiff and not good.

After he raised his sleeves and brushed the subtle folds on his shirt, he was raising his hand to brush his sideburns like a knife, when he heard a "squeak" of the wooden door pushed open, he raised his head with a radiant demeanor, and was closed out of the door with a "snap".

"Jing, Jing—hey?"

As soon as Hua Thirteen raised his eyes, he only glanced at Jingmo from the slightly open door, and then heard her close the door without looking back. Immediately afterward, a cleanly gnawed apple core flew out from the top of the wooden door, almost hitting the head of Thirteen, and a voice came from inside that was dissatisfied but still very gentle:

"The medicine garden is clean, and the frivolous prodigal son who is not sick or sick, please take a detour!"

Frivolous prodigal? Hua Thirteen was suddenly confused, puzzled why Jingmo suddenly treated himself with such an attitude, where did he provoke her? Where did he treat her frivolously? When she was in the spring full building, she just stopped her from leaving in a hurry, at most... Grabbed her hand... Is it because this makes her so angry?

"Pharmacist Jing, if you open the door, how can there be a pharmacist like you who is far away from the patient's door?"

After painting thirteen raised his voice and shouted to the door, he couldn't hear a response for a long time, and there was silence inside and outside the empty door, as if Jingmo had already entered the house.

Hua Thirteen's eyebrows frowned slightly, and after thinking about it, he pretended to be dejected and said mournfully: "The world is really hot and cold, and the dignified pharmacist who treats the sick and saves people actually feeds the patient a loud closed door. Anyway, count the consultation fee of a few hundred taels of silver that I brought in vain! ”

"Red less... Are you sick? ”

Chang Ling listened to the painting of the thirteenth mouth, a "patient", and his words were so pitiful, he couldn't help but ask with confusion and concern.

“... Shut up..."

Painting thirteen was afraid that Chang Ling would dismantle his platform, so he hurriedly stopped in a low voice, listening to the movement in the door, but it was still silent, and even the sound of the wind never swayed. He frowned, puzzled, and hung his head in dismay, and turned away gloomily.

"Squeak" The door opened suddenly, and the thirteenth painter immediately turned around when he heard the sound, and saw the woman standing silently in the door, and he was overjoyed, and he stepped back after a few steps.

"You're not sick."

Before Hua Thirteen could speak, Jing Mo glanced at his healthy and ruddy face, and then lightly threw out such a sentence as if it was final, she pursed her lips, as if she didn't want to look at him a few more times, lowered her eyes, and raised her hand to close the door.

"Hey, Kyoto Yakushi-" Painting Thirteen hurriedly stretched out his hand and crossed the crack of the door that was only a few inches wide, and he was about to be clamped.

Jing Mo's eyes were quick, and he let go in time, so he didn't catch the hand that Thirteen suddenly stretched out, frowned deeply, stared at the beautiful eyes of the autumn water, and suddenly said with a sullen face: "Don't you want the hand to paint?" What exactly do you want to do? ”

"Seeing you, naturally, to seek medical treatment." Hua Thirteen saw that Jingmo's face did not decrease but increased after hearing her words, she had already seen through him at a glance that he was not sick, he had already premeditated and pulled out Changling, and explained to Jingmo with a sincere face, "It's him." I'm here to accompany him to the doctor. ”

"Huh? Accompany me? See a doctor? ”

Chang Ling was suddenly taken out as if he was drawing thirteen as a shield, frowning for a while, his square mouth was slightly open, and he scratched his head in confusion, and Jing Mo's half-believing gaze slowly turned to Chang Ling.