"It turns out that Childe is prepared."

Jingmo suddenly understood what was in the baggage, and the gentleness on his face suddenly disappeared most of it, "If you don't accumulate a little wealth by using strange tricks and tricks, how can you support what I like in my life." ”

"Forget it." Jing Mo saw that the thirteen eyes of the painting were slightly condensed, so he waved his hand and said straight to the point: "Since I entered Beijing, everyone who came to the door was to seek medical advice and medicine, and no one mentioned the word 'orthodontics', and Gongzi was the first."

"Jing Yaoshi said with a smile," Hua Thirteen smiled lightly and said lightly, "If it weren't for your low-key behavior and intentional concealment, I'm afraid this little Qinyuan would have already broken the threshold." ”

"Not really." Jing Mo's eyes darkened slightly, and he replied in a voice, "'Orthodontics' was originally developed by me to cure the heart diseases of many people who have birthmarks, scars, and ugly marks on their faces, but then they went further and further. The people who came to me to correct their makeup were all from the rivers and lakes, and they thought that they could change their way of life by changing their appearance, but the people in the capital didn't need it. ”

"That's right. At the feet of the Son of Heaven, in a prosperous place, the people live in peace and live a calm life. Come to think of it, there really doesn't need to think about whether to change the way of life. "Painting Thirteen was quite touched by Jingmo's original intention of developing 'makeup'. The more soft and clean the original intention, and then the farther and farther she deviated, the more it proved her love of money for people with high prices. The more clear her weaknesses are, the more reassuring she will be at drawing Thirteen, so that he will be more sure.

"People are here, and their hearts have changed inadvertently, and they are already difficult to distinguish from yesterday without 'makeup'." Jingmo Qiu's pupils lowered, and when the place of casual gaze came calmly, she raised her eyes to look at the thoughtful painting thirteen, changed her tone to a little embarrassed, and seemed to ask, "It seems that the son is from the rivers and lakes." Don't know Childe's name yet? ”

"Half red." Hua Thirteen stretched out his hand and slowly opened the burden on the table, and pushed it in front of Jingmo, and a handful of bright light was cast on Jingmo's eyes. He thought, listening to her only a few words, it can be seen that she is a woman with a bit of hills and valleys, will she really be a little money fan like Changling inquired?

"One, two, three... Three hundred taels. Jingmo muttered to himself with a glint in his eyes, counted the bag of silver taels, and after a slight pause, he raised his hand to close the burden and pushed it back towards the thirteenth painting.

"Jing Yakushi, what does this mean? I'm going to prepare this according to the price you put on the rivers and lakes, and it's a lot. Painting Thirteen looked at the woman who was frowning deeply and thinking carefully in front of him, and lay out the following in his heart.

"Reason." Jing Mo slowly withdrew his gaze from the burden containing three hundred taels of silver, stared at Hua Thirteen's eyes, and said, "Give me a reason to promise you." In the past, some people had to change their faces to avoid being chased by their enemies, some people were pretentious in order to live in isolation from being recognized by their deceased people, and even some women were trying to win their sweethearts——"

"Add an extra hundred taels." Painting 13 noticed that on the shelf behind Jing Mo, there was an abacus that was as bright as new in the most accessible place. For a person who often fiddles with abacus, what reason is there compared to adding money?

Jingmo was only interrupted for a moment, and then continued to say: "Some women do not hesitate to put on another face in order to win the love of their sweethearts, and some men want to avoid their wives at home-"

"Add two hundred taels." Hua Thirteen stared intently at the bottom of Jingmo's eyes, and said in a resolute tone, without the slightest hint of pretense.

This time, Jingmo didn't continue, looked at the painting for a moment fixedly, and then turned around and took out an abacus, and the slender hand made a snapping sound like flying, so skillful and beautiful, and said with words in his mouth:

"Herbal medicine fee: half a tael of ice lotus grass in the Tianshan Mountains, ten coins of citrus aurantium seeds in the South China Sea, and the stamens of the first flower that bloom in different seasons at different times......"

Sure enough, this little money fan is just trying to raise the price. Painting Thirteen frowned and listened to her read something in a matter-of-fact manner, and was about to open her mouth to continue to increase the price, only to see her flexible fingertips stop abruptly, suddenly raise her head, and put a green onion white jade hand in front of Painting Thirteen, with five fingers cocked.

"Five hundred taels? OK. "Painting thirteen returned to Beijing this time, and exchanged all the Taya coins accumulated in Taya over the years, only five hundred taels, but it was a dime.

"It's five hundred taels more." Jingmo was very generous when she raised the price, and her eyes were still as cool as the moon, she frowned and said gently, "I'm sorry, half of the red boy, the price has risen." ”

"Little things." Hua Thirteen glanced at the number shown on the abacus was eight hundred taels of silver, and he noticed that she was using subtraction when she dialed it, instead of adding up one by one according to the required medicinal materials, could it be that she needed money and was still eight hundred taels of silver in the place where she needed money?

"Jing Yakushi, there are a total of one thousand taels here." Hua Thirteen took out a stack of silver tickets again, and pushed it to Jingmo along with the bag of silver on the table, "I want you to promise me one more thing." ”

"What's the matter?" Jingmo put away his abacus, and Qing Lingling's gaze swept over the large sum of money on the table.

"I heard that the Beijing pharmacist is making up for people, and he has to leave a portrait of his true face. These two hundred taels of silver should be worth a true face that is worthless. "What's the use of her asking for a portrait? Painting Thirteen naturally refused to give away such a handle, but fortunately, in her case, the problem was nothing more than the amount of silver.

"Impossible." Jingmo Land replied sonorously, and took out two hundred taels of silver to return to the painting thirteen, "I want to keep the true portrait, if the person I make up for it does evil, kills people and sets fire, I will send this portrait to the government, and I will definitely not act for the tiger." Otherwise, I don't know how much I will bear the sin of 'I did not kill Beren, but Bern died because of me.'" ”

"Add another thousand taels." Hearing this woman's words, the thirteenth painting was quite indignant and masculine, but it was just a bargaining chip to increase the price.

A pair of Yingying autumn water in Jing Mo's eyes suddenly seemed to freeze, coldly reflecting the calm and uneventful jade face of Painting Thirteen, and slowly spoke: "Add another five thousand taels."

Painting Thirteen first flashed a trace of astonishment, looking at the girl in front of him who was still holding on inexplicably, and he didn't know what she was insisting on, his eyes were full of thick smiles, layer by layer, and he didn't hesitate to reach out and take out the money.

"-I won't say yes either!" Jing Mo coldly pushed the sum of money on the table back in front of Hua Thirteen, his tone was soft but faintly unshakable, "Orthosis is just a craft, there is no difference between good and evil, good and evil are in people's hearts." If you don't even have the sincerity to hand over the portrait of your true face, I, Jingmo, will never make up for it. ”

Painting Thirteen's hand to take out the money froze for a while, he looked at the silver that was pushed back, and looked at Jing Mo silently, he couldn't help frowning, his eyes changed slightly, and said with a slight straight face: "Jing Yaoshi, you also said that good and evil are in the hearts of the people, if he has to do evil, no one can stop him, let alone a mere portrait of his true face after the fact, and besides, aren't you afraid that this painting will cause you to lose your mouth?" Why do you believe that it is useful to leave a picture? ”

"Bet." The word is awe-inspiring, and the porcelain is solid, not like a woman's language.

"Bet?" Painting Thirteen couldn't help but laugh dumbly, "Bet on what?" Is it a gamble on good and evil? ”

"Bet on my vision." Jingmo replied calmly without hurrying, "Looking at the heart, the heart is like, I have my judgment to decide whether to believe him or not." ”

A little woman is a little woman, just say that it's all a woman's intuition? However, when Hua Thirteen saw her stubbornness, he couldn't help but be very moved. A little gambling, why doesn't he have it? From the confrontation with the Khan on the night of winter hiding, to the various things that he will face after returning to the capital, why not fall on the word "gamble".

"What if you make a mistake and look away?" Painting Thirteen Mo's eyebrows raised slightly, and he asked with a smile that was neither deep nor shallow, "Is Yijing Yakushi's vision a credible person?" ”

"Cold salad." Jing Mo Qiu's pupils narrowed, and he glanced at the painting thirteen lightly, "Yesterday in the restaurant, everyone gathered around to watch the excitement, but Hong Gongzi helped and took Xu Da away, so I believe it." However, if the red boy insists on refusing to hand over the portrait of his true face to me for a record, then it is hopeless to make up for it, so please ask the son to find another master. After all, I have my rules. With that, she raised her hand to Thirteen to see off the guest.

“......”

There is a saying that curiosity kills cats, then stubbornness must kill people. She believed him, which means that he didn't think in vain when he was in the restaurant, and Hua Thirteen secretly thought about it, but unfortunately, she believed the wrong person.

"It doesn't seem like the rules of the Kyoto Yakushi are rock-solid. For example, the price of orthodontics is 300 taels, and it can become 800 taels in a blink of an eye, isn't it? So whether you want a real portrait or not, it seems that you can also be flexible. "Painting Thirteen is probably giving her one last chance.

"My headline rule is," Jingmo said with a rightful chuckle, "I have the final say in my rules." ”

“......”

What a stubborn strange woman, but unfortunately your life may not be up to you, blame it, the next road he is going to take is just like tossing and turning from a cutting board hanging with a sharp blade to survive, and the one who ties this ruthless blade is just a wisp of hairspring that is three points meager than the fortune of the world, how can he afford the slightest risk loophole? Even if it is a painting in the hands of someone else, it is possible to make a mistake and lose the whole game, but he can't afford to lose, so he can't make a mistake. Thinking like this, Thirteen's eyelids jumped.

"It's a portrait. That's eight hundred taels. After asking the Kyoto Yakushi to take a look, let's start. Hua Thirteen already had a thought in his heart, and obediently took out a simple self-portrait from his arms, and solemnly pushed the silver under Jingmo's nose for the last time.

Jingmo slowly unfolded the portrait, the person in the painting is handsome, such as jade, like a jade tree, like a jade tree, can be called a son, if you just look at the portrait, it is inevitable that people will be suspicious, how can there be such a jade person in the world? But after looking at the real person, I realized that the portrait was still inferior.

"What do you want to become?" At this time, the morning glow was already outside the door, and the bright early sun of the winter morning illuminated the room transparently, Jingmo stared at the son in front of him with full eyes, wearing a plain white robe, as bright as snow in the forest, and as mysterious as the moon under the sea.

"I'll tell you a story." It is rare for the painting thirteen to speak in such an approachable tone, and the color of his eyes is bottomless, "There is such a person." The fortune teller said that it was unfortunate that when he was born, it coincided with a natural vision, a comet hitting the moon and transporting it to the canopy. When he was seven years old, his family died in the war, and he was the only one who survived. When he was ten years old, all his teachers were destroyed, leaving him alone in the world. Do you know what's so special about this person? ”

"Especially... Miserable? She continued slowly and gently, but she didn't expect that there were a few words in the half-truths and half-truths of the painting that pierced Jingmo's heart, making her faintly feel some sympathy, and she asked again, "Who is he?" And why do you suffer from this? ”