"Is that you?" After Hua Thirteen saw Jingmo, he hurriedly glanced around behind her, but fortunately, at this time, the morning light was meager and everyone was asleep, and no one found out, so he hurriedly invited her in.

"What should I call you?" Painting Thirteen looked at the painting in her hand and asked politely.

"What you call it has nothing to do with you. You just need to know that I am friend and foe. Jing Mo wiped away all the emotions in his eyes, and said coldly and rationally, "Just as whether Childe is 'half red' or 'little white', it has nothing to do with me. ”

The calm and distant appearance of a beautiful woman is hard not to make people's hearts flutter. Painting 13 fixed the swaying heart, and now it is certain that the person who wore a blank mask at the entrance of Chengdong Street last night and was mistaken for Guan Tianyu by him was Jingmo, and his words with Guan Tianyu must have been listened to by her word for word.

"When you come here, aren't you afraid of being discovered by Mrs. Zhou?" Painting Thirteen didn't know why he asked about this in the first place.

Jingmo only turned a deaf ear, handed the painting in his hand to Hua Thirteen in a muffled voice, and said bluntly: "You are a painter anyway, can you see what is famous in this painting?" ”

Well, yes, artist?

No one has ever said such a thing to the painting thirteen, he clearly remembers in his heart that during the first trial of Chunmanlou, Jingmo had personally said that Thirteen Lang was the spring boudoir dream of countless women.

Hua Thirteen didn't look at the painting, but looked at Jingmo's eyes without squinting: "How do you want me to believe, you are a friend and not an enemy, why do you believe that I will definitely help you?" ”

"A painter formerly known as 'Xiaobai', after coming to the capital, he assumed the pseudonym 'Half Face Red' and corrected his appearance with a birthmark. Is this reason enough? Jingmo also looked back at the thirteenth painting intently.

"You threaten me?" Painting 13 couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Jing Mo's cold words and forced step by step, the woman in front of her and the gentle and warm Jing Yao Master in Qinyuan before were really like two people, could it be that this painting was so important to her?

Jingmo seemed to be in a hurry, shook his hands, and showed the painting he brought in front of Hua Thirteen, frowning and said: "I'm going to leave before dawn, I hope you can tell me the mystery of this painting as soon as possible, I've been waiting for a long time." ”

It's been a long time?

Painting 13 pressed aside the minor doubts for the time being, first carefully looked at this painting, if as expected, this painting is Xu Da inadvertently mentioned "there is a painting in the painting", it must have a great relationship with Xu Fei's death.

When Jingmo also showed the place of payment in front of the eyes of the painting thirteen, something suddenly exploded in the mind of the painting thirteen, and his pupils shrank, as if what he saw was not a few words with faint ink marks, but a shocking blood light and death.

The second day of the winter month of the tenth year of filial piety. It was the first three days of Jiang Li's poisonous hair hall.

Painting 13 stared at the three words "Zhou Rongzuo" behind the date, and many things from the past and the present flashed quickly in his mind, intertwined. He may think in his heart that Xu Fei is the right person.

"It seems that he is the murderer." Hua Thirteen took his eyes off the inscription, not noticing the figure lying on his stomach outside the window, falling under Jingmo's still calm eyes, he frowned and wondered, "You don't seem surprised." ”

Jingmo hesitated for a moment, and decided to confess and replied: "When I rushed to Xu Fei's room with Mrs. Zhou, I saw a pastry box on his table, I recognized the box, and when I first arrived at Zhou's mansion, I happened to see Steward Luo go out with the box. Later, when I went to Xu Fei's house to look for it, the wooden box was gone, and only a few handfuls of fishy tea cake residues remained. ”

"Heh, it's Mrs. Zhou's usual method again." Painting Thirteen's gaze fell coldly on the painting, and a contemptuous and bitter dry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He remembered that at that time, he saw that in the noisy crowd, Mrs. Zhou gracefully and cautiously took away something on Jiang Li's table. Destroy the evidence and kill all the witnesses, Mrs. Zhou really knows how to do it.

Jingmo thought that the technique in painting the thirteen mouths was a painting technique, and asked anxiously and eagerly, "What do you see in the painting?" ”

Painting 13 recovered from his deep grief and indignation, and once again looked at the landscape painting carefully. The penmanship is indeed not Zhou Rong's consistent style, and the pen is very strange in many places, obviously one stroke can be ended, but when the pen is closed, the pen peak is reversed, as if to cover up something.

There is a painting in the painting...... Zhou Rong...... Early......

Double nesting!

Painting 13 suddenly remembered how Jiang Li and Zhou Rong met and cherished each other in the past in his early years. At that time, Zhou Rong's family was poor, he could not take the imperial examination, and he could not join the army, so he had to make a living by selling paintings.

Although the people who bought paintings in front of the painting stall were illiterate flat-headed people, Zhou Rong was strange here, even if there was a chance to turn over, he would never miss it, so even in the New Year's paintings of Guanyin and Door God, he was also nested in all kinds of allegorical pictures that he had never encountered, from the thousands of horses that died in the stable to the pearls scattered in the deep mountains and no one knew about them, Zhou Rong didn't know how much he painted.

One day, Zhou Rong finally waited for his Bole, Jiang Li saw his extraordinary painting skills and ambitions from the painting, he was reluctant to let such a talent wander among the people and no one appreciated him, so he took him into the palace and carried him to the position of the young master of Hanlin. But Jiang Li didn't expect that Zhou Rong and his people were also the same as his double nested painting method, with inconsistencies on the outside and inside and hidden murderous intentions, and finally replaced the position of the Hanlin Taifu from the shabby scholar behind the painting stall.

"I don't see anything." Painting Thirteen replied to Jingmo in a low but earnest voice.

Jing Moyu pulled his hand suddenly, took back the landscape painting, and said with a gloomy face: "Xu Fei can see that 'there is a painting in the painting', but you can't see it at all?" I brought the painting and begged sincerely, if the son is still fortified everywhere and refuses to treat each other with sincerity, I will leave! ”

"Wait a minute."

Painting Thirteen frowned and hesitated, he didn't lie, he really didn't see the mystery in the painting. Although he knew that Zhou Rong used the double nesting painting method, he had been studying under Jiang Li and devoted himself to studying various painting methods of the Jiang School. After Jiang Li's death, he was even more disdainful of Zhou Rong and hated him to the core, where was he willing to study Zhou Rong's painting methods? At this moment, it is like a treasure chest is in front of you, but there is no way to solve it.

"At present, I only know that Zhou Rong used his original double nesting painting method in this painting, and I don't know how to crack it, and Xu Fei may not really have insight into the picture-in-picture. It's you-" Painting Thirteen had a rare serious and sincere face, staring straight into Jingmo's eyes and asked, "This is an old painting from ten years ago, how can it be in your hands?" And you seem to be pretty sure of the secret hidden in this painting. ”

A trace of panic suddenly flashed in Jing Mo's eyes, and then he covered up the past with a rhetorical cross-examination: "You are a small painter from outside the capital, how can you tell Zhou Rong's original painting method in his early years?" How could he have an ambiguous relationship with the high-ranking female historian in the palace? ”

Hua Thirteen pursed the corners of his mouth, and his gaze gradually softened: "As soon as you entered the door, you showed me a cold face, and you wanted to ask Guan Tianyu for a long time, right?" ”

Jingmo didn't expect that Hua Thirteen's face would not change and her heart would suddenly come to such a sentence without changing her heart, and her leaden face suddenly turned red and white for a while, and she confessed: "I...... Who wants to ask? How about you and I don't-"

"Shh Before Jingmo finished speaking, he was suddenly taken into his arms by Hua Thirteen, raised his hand and gently covered Jingmo's cherry lips, frowned and whispered, "There is someone outside the door." ”

After a knock on the door, a familiar deep voice came from outside the door: "Can you be half red?" Zhou has something to inquire about. ”

Painting Thirteen and Jingmo were both taken aback, and after glancing at each other, the two looked at the bed at the same time, and Painting Thirteen hurriedly whispered: "Quick!" Go up, hurry! ”

Seeing that Jingmo had already blushed his cheeks, he was stunned and refused to move, and even wanted to jump out of the window, anyway, this is the second floor, and he won't fall too hard, thinking so, Jingmo was about to push open the window, and was picked up by Huaxi Thirteen from behind.

"Hey! You let go—" Jingmo instinctively exclaimed, although he suppressed his voice.

Painting Thirteen couldn't spare his hand to cover Jingmo's mouth at all, so he suddenly leaned over and lowered his head to kiss Jingmo who was struggling and screaming in his arms.

He felt that the cat in his arms had finally stopped. Then, he gently put the stunned person in his arms on the couch and shouted to the door: "Here it is." ”

Hua Thirteen couldn't help but feel soft when he looked at the woman on the couch who was supple and wilted, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "How long do you want to stay with Zhou Rong?" ”

Jing Mo lay on his couch in a daze, his mind was blank, and he answered obediently when he asked: "Seven days." ”

"Why is it so clear? What's in the Seven Days? Painting Thirteen couldn't help but smile softly and asked.

Jingmo's cheeks were as ashamed as a burning cloud, looking at Hua Thirteen's smiling eyes close at hand, she didn't know how to lie anymore: "Because I told him the moon-"

Before Jingmo finished saying "Seven Days of Moon", he heard a knock on the door again: "Half red-faced, but is there any inconvenience to see Mrs. Ben?" ”

"Mrs. Zhou, please let her change her clothes and come to see you." Painting Thirteen raised his voice outside the door and replied, but his eyes never took off the panicked woman on the couch like a frightened little rabbit.

He pulled the quilt over her and gently covered her body, and said softly, "You bear with me, I will send him away as soon as possible." ”

Before Hua Thirteen went to open the door, he did not forget to untie the gauze tent of the bed, and a series of unstoppable coughing sounds came out of his mouth, and he slowly opened the door with a vague expression:

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhou, it's rude to be born late. Last night, I was dyed - cough - I was infected with the wind and cold, so I waited so long to open the door. I don't know what Mrs. Zhou is here, what is the so-called thing? ”

Zhou Rongcai didn't care if he was cold or terminally ill, and hurriedly said, "Go in first, Mrs. Ben has something to ask you." ”

Painting 13 invited Zhou Rong in with a heart, and saw that Zhou Rong's eyes fell on the bed hidden in the gauze tent, and hurriedly explained casually:

"I coughed all night on the couch last night, and when I heard that Mrs. Zhou was visiting, I didn't dare to open the tent, lest I pass the cold to Mrs. Zhou.

"Okay, okay, you can sit down too, I'm here to ask you, about the Beijing Pharmacist." Zhou Rong asked impatiently.

After hearing this, Hua Thirteen suddenly missed a beat in his heart, and hurriedly coughed twice to hide his hesitation, and said with a sloppy look: "The words of the pharmacist, I have heard of a few in the late life, I don't know which one is this Beijing pharmacist that Mrs. Zhou asked?" ”

Zhou Rong smashed his mouth impatiently and said, "It's the one you mentioned in Xu Fei's room yesterday who helped Xu Fei heal—"

"Squeak", suddenly a window in the room suddenly opened, and before Zhou Rong could finish speaking, a figure with a tiger's back smashed over, holding half a tile as a sharp blade in his hand, and stabbed straight at Zhou Rong when it was too late.

Just when he was only half an inch away from the frightened Zhou Rong, suddenly, the sharp tiles like blades were clutched by a white and slender hand, which was instantly opened out of a deep gap, and the blood flowed incessantly.

"Xu Da, what are you doing stupidly?" Painting Thirteen held the tile in front of Zhou Rong tightly and shouted at Xu Da, who suddenly broke in.

"You let go! It's not about you! It was this man who killed my brother, and I will kill him to get revenge! Xu Da's eyes were scarlet, his muscles were bursting up, and the strength in his hands was a little heavier, and Hua Thirteen suddenly understood, what he said to Jing Mo just now was heard by Xu Da, and he already knew that Zhou Rong was the real murderer.

Zhou Rong trembled with fright, and did not forget to shout loudly while trembling: "Come on, come on!" ”

Painting Thirteen took advantage of Zhou Rong's inattention, signaling Chang Ling not to make a move, he saw the slight movement of the gauze tent on the bed, knowing that she must be looking at him anxiously, he shook his head at Jingmo behind the curtain, signaling that she must not come out, and kept quietly lip-syncing to Xu Da: Hurry up, go quickly.

Xu Da didn't move, looking at Zhou Rong fiercely with murderous whims, and the painting thirteen only relied on the power of the pen to drag the sharp tiles in Xu Da's hand, and the blood flowed down his palm drop by drop, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and a few family members suddenly poured in outside the door, and Xu Da was subdued in three times and two times.

Xu Da couldn't break free with all his strength to eat, so he could only scold hoarsely: "Zhou Rong, you are a beast with a beast's heart!" You killed my brother! You give my brother back! You're fucking giving me back—"

The family stunned Xu Da with a sudden blow, and dragged his hands and feet down neatly. Zhou Rong hurriedly supported Hua Thirteen, who was paralyzed and almost fainted, frowned and wondered: "Why are you trying so hard to save me?" ”

Hua Thirteen's face was really pale at this time, and a faint and invisible smile crossed his lips, and he replied with a sigh: "Because you are Mrs. Zhou of the Hanlin Painting Garden." ”