Jingmo thought that Shang Lu's excited reaction was because she could finally have a chance to get close to that person and find out more things, so she was overwhelmed by this hope, so she was so overjoyed.

She looked at Shang Lu, who was excited but couldn't move at all, her heart twitched, her eyebrows were deep, and her eyes were full of awe-inspiring determination that she had to go, and she was more resolute than the patient who was critically ill in a hurry. She bit her lips lightly, as if she had secretly made some decision that was bound to be reached, and her lips opened slowly, and there was no trace of weakness in her always gentle tone at this time, and she comforted Shang Lu in a calm tone:

"Senior brother, don't worry, I've already figured out how to approach that person quietly. Since he is currently indistinguishable from friend and foe, I will definitely not let my senior brother show his feet, this is the most hidden compartment in the most hidden backyard of Chun Manlou, and it couldn't be safer. ”

Shang Lu saw that Jing Mo's face was calm and determined, and he was resolute and resolute that ten horses couldn't pull back, and the surging emotions in his eyes were even more complicated. Jingmo took out the silver needle package from the medicine box again, and applied a few deep and shallow needles to which acupuncture points in Shanglu, she was already familiar with it, and she would not make a mistake even if she closed her eyes. After all, it has been so many years, while she is developing new drugs that can save Shang Lu, and on the other hand, she is maintaining Shang Lu's life through various tonics and acupuncture, as long as he lives, for her, there is still hope for that incident back then.

After Jingmo finished administering the needle, she packed up the medicine box and put it back in the old place in the cabinet, she was about to leave, but she saw that Shang Lu still kept his eyes on her, he was making a final effort, trying to tell her not to go tomorrow, not to take action. Jing Mo saw that his eyes were full of endless loneliness and distress, thinking that he was a sluggish will, she went over to help him cover the quilt tightly, and there was a soft light on the patient in her quiet eyes, and said gently:

"Senior brother, you are also a pharmacist, when you know that you have been sick for a long time, the most important thing is to hang yourself with a breath in your heart. Don't listen to the nonsense of the Manmans, the senior brother is alive, not for anyone, but for the little hope that still exists. After that incident ten years ago, how can you not know how easy it is to die, senior brother? ”

Shang Lu's intense gaze gradually calmed down, and there were a few traces of pain and unbearable memories that he had endured in his heart. Jing Mo saw that his mood had improved slightly, and he was also a little relieved, and said to him with relief: "Senior brother, you are here waiting for my good news." ”

At this time, there was a thin knock on the door of the house: "Momo, I have brewed your favorite tea, you also moisten your throat, don't patronize and talk to that wood." ”

Jingmo heard Manman's voice, hurriedly wiped the half-dried tears from the corners of her eyes, got up and opened the door, and after taking the tea tray that Manman held in her hand, she reached out and gently supported Manman's shoulders, and solemnly asked Manman to sit down. Man Man was confused by Jingmo's serious appearance, but in a blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of a finger on her hand that seemed to be bleeding red blood, and couldn't help but ask:

"Momo, why are your fingers bleeding? Did you really bite down on this dead wood just now? This unconscionable turtle king eight-"

"Manman! You take a closer look first, whether my fingertips are bloody or not! As soon as Jingmo saw that Man Man had misunderstood Shang Lu and was about to speak ill of him again, he hurriedly put the little finger that Man Man had glimpsed under Man Man's nose and showed her clearly.

Under Manman's closer look, he took a long breath, picked up a delicate posture pretending to be angry, raised his hand, and swept away Jingmo's hand in front of him, and said to Jingmo with disgust: "Hmph, it turned out that it was dyed with a red mark, and I was so worried about you in vain!" It's strange, I don't see you rubbing fat and powder in Su Ri, where did you rub such a little vermilion on your little finger? ”

Jing Mo thought of the scene of repainting the birthmark on the thirteen faces of the painters, and his eyes turned slightly, and he quickly suppressed this scene in his heart. She took out a casual look and didn't answer Manman's words, just lifted the teapot, slowly poured a cup of tea, raised her hands very respectfully, and presented it to Manman, who looked puzzled, and then begged resolutely and firmly:

"Manman, time is running out, I'll pick it up and say. Tomorrow, Chunmanlou will hold a preliminary examination of painters, and you should have heard about it. Jingmo has one thing to ask for, and I hope you must agree to me. ”

At this moment, in the gloomy night sky, a cold moon moved westward, and the white light of Qing Lingling flowed through the large and small, tall and low, expensive and cheap windows, and from time to time a gust of wind threw the remaining snow on the ground into the empty street, and it was already the second half of the night.

"Coming back? She's done it already? A voice that was unexpected, empty and gloomy sounded in a deep voice.

"Hong Shao, Chang Ling missed, my sword was almost there, but a rattle suddenly sounded outside the door...... "Chang Ling hung his head and reported listlessly.

"What? So, you were discovered by her? Painting Thirteen's eyebrows jumped, and he asked in a weak heart, but in fact, what is there to be weak, he doesn't even care about her life, so why should he care if she knows his murderous intentions for her?

"Well, it was discovered. However, he was deceived by Changling. Chang Ling whispered back as if admitting his mistake.

"Concealed by Changling?" Drawing Thirteen asked incredulously.

"Hmm!" Chang Ling spread out his palms and told Hua Thirteen how he hid from Jingmo and how Jingmo bandaged his wounds.

The more he listened to the painting thirteen, the deeper his eyebrows became, and he said in his heart, how could this smart woman still be so stupid? can be deceived by Changling, she is really the first person.

"Hong Shao, I think she..."Chang Ling wanted to speak and stopped, rubbing the neatly bandaged wound of his palm a few times, and snorted, "I think she's a good person... She also said that because she knocked you hard, she didn't ask Changling for a consultation fee... So..."

Hua Thirteen took a deep breath, closed his eyes heavily, and sat quietly for a long time, his clenched teeth tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, thinking that today Zhou Rong had taken care of his long face with just a few words, if his half of the birthmark leaked slightly, and the whole body would be moved, and he could not afford to lose.

"So you, next time you draw your sword, be faster, don't let her feel pain." The voice of the thirteenth painting was gloomy and ethereal, as if it came slowly from the depths of the forest.

In the half-light and half-dark art gallery, yellow candlelight was soaked in many windows, reflecting the figures in the room, and the most powerful candlelight was the room of the Xu brothers. Xu Fei was painting hard at the desk, and he didn't know that there were dozens of pieces of drawing paper used to practice under the half-dried inkstone, this was the last night before the preliminary trial, and Xu Fei had to force himself to paint a few pictures without his life, so as not to tremble in fear at such a big scene during the preliminary trial tomorrow. He didn't care about the intense pain in his abdomen that he had just started the knife, and he was just busy picking up the lamp and drawing one stroke at a time.

"Brother, the first trial will be tomorrow, why don't you sleep yet? What are you tossing around so late! They all went to bed early, especially the half-red-faced, who fell into bed and fell asleep soundly after eating. Xu Da saw that the candlelight was still bright in Xu Fei's house, and pushed the door in and asked.

"Half red? Didn't he even have to prepare? Xu Fei couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in his heart, on this last night, which of the painters in the whole museum had not much preparation, and this half-faced red could actually be so confident? Looking at this mentality, he must be a figure not to be underestimated. Xu Fei glanced at the side room outside, and found that the thirteenth room was already pitch black, presumably asleep, Xu Fei couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart, thinking that he might miss the opportunity to turn over, he hurriedly held the pen, even if the end of the pen was sloppy and impatient, he kept drawing one after another on the rice paper for a moment, enduring the faint pain in his abdomen, he had to draw until dawn, and his eyes were tired and deeply sunken without knowing it.

In the lobby of the painting gallery where the first ray of Chaoyang carved beams and painted buildings, Zhou Rong was already sitting in the hall, and all the painters in the hall had already brought their own painting boxes, all of them stood without timidity and with their heads held high, just waiting for Mrs. Zhou to speak:

"Today's morning sun is very good, just like your glowing style, I think you have already cultivated enough spirit for the first trial. Let's go, swing the road to the spring full building! ”

On an early winter morning, the thin daylight is like a layer of translucent colored glaze plated on the purlins of the city, the cries of the hawkers are accompanied by the steaming steam, and the sound of passing cars and horses is mixed with the constant noise of people.

When a middle-aged man in a fancy dress led a group of gentle and elegant scholars from this end of the long street to the corner of the end, and finally stopped in front of the gate of the flowery Chunmanlou, the small merchants and vendors shouting on the street suddenly stopped their voices, and the hurried crowd of people who came and went couldn't help but slow down, all talking about how this line of people who looked very good gathered at the door of Chunmanlou in groups, and was escorted by a team of well-trained officers and soldiers. Could it be that which dignitary was so bold that he gathered a crowd to visit the kiln, not to mention, and specially brought officers and soldiers to watch the door?

There was a stirring in the crowd outside the Chunman Building. At this time, everyone saw a woman wearing a long dress embroidered with red gauze and gold silk coming out of the building. This half-old with plump breasts and fat buttocks, five big and three thick, and a blessed appearance is the old bustard of the spring building, with red sleeves. The gold hairpins, silver grates, tassels and emerald she wore on her head were all embellished with black hair like a stitch, and a pair of bright and flickering gazelle-like eyes on her slightly round face plate were forever filled with sweet honey and greasy essence and smiles, specifically to see through what men in the world wanted; A big red lip is wide and thick, even if she is full of rough words, she can be said to be particularly beautiful and moving.

At this moment, as soon as she saw Zhou Rong and a group of young talents, she was like a butterfly in the end of summer who had fallen into the flowers, and she hurriedly rushed from the building to Zhou Rong impatiently.

"Yo! Mrs. Zhou came so early, but she really knows how to try it! Look, there are so many handsome and beautiful scholars behind him, but Mrs. Zhou is like a starry moon! Although this woman like the red lantern hanging on the upper floor of the spring was talking to Zhou Rong with a smile, her body and eyes had already swayed among the young talents behind Zhou Rong, looking at this and slanting at that.

Zhou Rong straightened up slightly, and replied unhurriedly: "The red-sleeved boss should not have forgotten, what did I bring this group of young talents to your spring building?" Regarding this preliminary trial, to say small, it is a lively event undertaken by my Zhou's Hanlin Painting Garden, and to say that it is a state affair passed down by the Holy Imperial Pen. ”

Red Sleeves knew that what a serious official like him was most afraid of standing here was some gossip, and what he regretted the most was some wasted fame. As soon as I heard his flamboyant words, he was just saying it to himself, obviously because he was afraid that the crowd on the street would misunderstand his intentions.

Red Sleeves suddenly understood, and also pinched his throat and said, "Ouch, where do you dare to forget such a big event?" Keep it in mind! Mrs. Zhou presided over the preliminary examination of the art gallery, how hard and painstaking it was, and ingeniously set the place of the preliminary examination in our Chunmanlou, flattered, I had already arranged it! Last night, I was busy selecting the best from the girls in the building, and selected seven beautiful women who were fascinated by the country and danced in Beijing, collectively known as 'Kyoto Qiyan', for Mrs. Zhou's proposition! Please also ask Mrs. Zhou and the painters to go up to the top floor with me. ”

Zhou Rong glanced at the people on the street who had turned from discussion to praise with satisfaction, and then followed Red Sleeves upstairs with a dignified and serious expression.

Listening to the words of the red lantern bustard, he couldn't help but be secretly curious, listening to her tone, it seemed that the topic of Zhou Rong's preliminary examination was the so-called "Kyoto Qiyan" in this spring building, but Zhou Rong's purpose here would never be to paint some dusty women's natural and national colors, and he also specially brought a team of elite officers and soldiers, if it was just for fear of any chaos, this battle would be too trivial, what is hidden in this spring building? Painting Thirteen carried the doubts that lingered in his heart, and went upstairs step by step with the crowd with extra caution.