"Ahh Half red! ”

Jingmo used all his strength to support the painting thirteen who rushed to her and blocked the boiling water for her, the boiling water passed through his layers of clothes, "hissing" and burning his back, and even exuded a faint smell of cooked meat. Jingmo has practiced medicine for many years, and she knows very well how powerful this pot of boiling water is, she saw Hua Thirteen slowly raise his head, clenched his teeth, and the pain made the green tendons on his forehead burst out, but he forced an arc at the corner of his mouth, and showed a calming smile to Jingmo.

"Ahh Half red you're here! What a good thing that is! Madam, you are arrogant and nonsense, and you hurt the people in my gallery like this, where do you put me? Zhou Rong was angry and anxious, but he didn't dare to really attack, and secretly glanced at Jing Mo and motioned for her to leave quickly with a half red face.

There was no trace of softness on the face of the delicate and luxurious makeup of the lord of Qiu, and he said disapprovingly: "I wanted to pour water and boil tea to congratulate the two of them, but who knew that the groom was in a hurry to stop him, why, husband, do you want to count me for these outsiders?" ”

Painting Thirteen struggled to stand up with the support of Jingmo, his face was already pale with pain, he reluctantly lifted his spirit and said respectfully and politely: "The county lord's congratulations are understood by the insiders, and I also thank Mrs. Zhou for bothering us, so we will retire first." ”

Zhou Rong hurriedly sent them away, and had to come back helplessly to deal with the county lord's endless questioning in the future.

"You hold on, hold on." Jingmo supported the weak and vain painting thirteen, stumbling all the way to the gallery wing.

When Jingmo really looked at the wound on Hua Thirteen's back, she saw that her crumpled clothes had blurred with flesh and blood, and she couldn't help but sob:

"Don't you know it's boiling water? Why did you stop it? ”

"I know. If I don't stop you, you'll be the one who hurts. Painting Thirteen's face was pale, and he replied weakly, he saw Jingmo crying with guilt and sadness, and said with a light smile: "You don't have to be too moved, I didn't suffer this injury for you." Fang Cai, you are my wife, I am actually here to ...... in front of Zhou Rong"

Jingmo raised his dark and fragrant hand and put it across Hua Thirteen's lips, looked at his smiling eyes, and said softly with red eyes, "Take off your clothes." ”

"Huh? ……”

"In a moment I'll peel off the clothes that rot into the flesh inch by inch, it hurts, you get ready, if you can't help it......"

"Is there a unique painkiller for Jing's family?" Painting Thirteen's smiling gaze fell on Jingmo's cherry red lips, and he raised his eyebrows wickedly.

Jingmo was originally dealing with the wound gently, but when she heard this, she suddenly increased her strength, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't help but scream "tsk", she listened to it in her heart, and carefully medicated and bandaged the large festering wound little by little.

"Half red, what was the place where you used to live?" Jingmo suddenly asked about the sweaty painting thirteen, she knew that the wound hurt so much that she wanted to talk to him.

"Huh?" Painting thirteen lips pale, he clenched his palms to endure the sharp pain in his back as if he had been bitten, in the pain he was able to sneak into the scene in his memory with great peace, "In a place far away from people, I built a thatched hall, there are pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the hall, there is a long moon and long wind outside the hall, the stone steps in front of the door are as silent as snow, and the years are shuttled and settled like a river." I spent many years in the cottage. ”

"Thatched cottage ......" Jingmo remembered her Qinyuan. People are not grass and trees, and it is a year of abundance, who will willingly wither in a corner? She recalled that when she came to pick up Luo's shirt last night, she vaguely heard a few words of conversation between him and Chang Ling outside the door, and his calm and even cold tone at that time suddenly made her heart feel empty and afraid.

"It sounds like a rare place of purity, why did you come to Beijing?" Jingmo asked.

"I've been asked this question too many times." Hua Thirteen frowned, but still replied casually, "People live for a lifetime, and they are in a safe corner, which is boring." Always wade through troubled waters to make a 'name'. ”

"If the world-famous Thirteen Lang wants to be famous, do you still need to wade into this troubled water?" Jingmo condensed the infinite autumn waves under his eyes, and looked at the painting thirteen intently.

Painting Thirteen was really taken aback, suddenly turned around and looked at Jingmo with wide eyes, the back wound suddenly twitched when he was too strong, and the pain made him collapse on the couch again, Jingmo hurriedly went to help him, but he vigilantly avoided her hand:

"Jing Yakushi, what do you mean by this?"

"Even now, you still can't trust me?" Jing Mo shook his head slowly, lowered his eyes and said with a light smile: "I have always doubted who you are, until last night I overheard Chang Ling clearly calling you 'Thirteen Young', just ask how many ordinary painters can casually say Taifu Zhou's double nested painting method." It's just that I don't understand, you are obviously the thirteenth painting of 'the pen is shocking', why did you change your name and surname to sneak into the gallery in disguise? ”

There are too many mysteries in Jing Mo's heart, and she sometimes vaguely feels that the purpose of painting Thirteen is the same as her, which is all in Zhou Rong, but when Zhou Rong personally said that he wanted to accept him as an apprentice, he insisted on refusing, so what else is worth his trouble?

"Seeing that the gallery is about to be reviewed, it is about to be stung out, so it doesn't hurt to tell you." Painting Thirteen smiled faintly, "Below, Draw Thirteen." This trip, for one person. ”

Jingmo suddenly remembered that on the day of Xu Fei's murder, on her way back to Qinyuan, she stayed for a while in front of a mask stall at the entrance of Chengnan Market, but she didn't want to be recognized by Hua Thirteen as his old person, and heard many words that she shouldn't have heard.

"I see. The wound is bandaged. You have a good rest, I'm leaving. Jing Mo's eyes darkened, and he suddenly stopped asking.

"You got it?" Painting Thirteen's mind turned around, pondering Jingmo's expression and reaction, and suddenly understood, and explained with a smile, "I'm for, my master." Over the years, when I left here or returned here, I didn't use the name 'Painting Thirteen', and the reason was only about my master, not about Fengyue. ”

Jing Mo's frowning brows couldn't help but relax, she cautiously raised her eyes to look at Hua Thirteen's calm gaze, and whispered: "Actually, what does your Fengyue have to do with me... The romance of the thirteen Langs on the rivers and lakes is not one or two, I am afraid that there is more than one female historian in the palace..."

And said that it had nothing to do with her? After many days, she still remembers Tianyu's surname and official rank clearly, and the corners of Hua Thirteen's mouth unconsciously raised, and she said softly: "It is said that a husband and wife are a hundred days a day." I have been a husband and wife with you in Zhoufutang for half a moment, and after calculating it, it should have accumulated a few days of kindness. Why did you wronged me like this? ”

Seeing that Jingmo was speechless, Hua Thirteen continued to explain: "Tianyu she... I do owe something to her..."

"I heard a little, you seem to have missed her appointment, she seems to have waited for you for many years." Jingmo recalls hearing an unpleasant conversation between the two of them on the street like an outsider.

"Hmm." Hua Thirteen actually choked on a lot of words in his heart and wanted to explain to Jingmo, but somehow, he only squeezed out one word in the end.

"She cares about you. If you have anything to say, make it clear as soon as possible, so that you can reconcile as soon as possible. Jingmo hung his head, and his tone was so soft that he was a little weak, "Today in the Zhou Mansion, even if I lost my wife and broke my soldiers, the painting was burned by him, and you were also injured, blame me, and even affect you." ”

Painting Thirteen didn't know how to answer Guan Tianyu's matter for a while, he looked at Jingmo woodenly, saw that she was about to turn around and leave, and suddenly remembered something, took out something from his sleeve and handed it to Jingmo.

Jing Mo couldn't help but cover his surprised mouth, and stared at a pair of almond eyes in disbelief: "Wasn't this painting burned by Zhou Rong?" How to be here with you! ”

Hua Thirteen pursed his lips and chuckled: "He came before he finished burning the county lord, and I took advantage of the chaos to tear a painting from the table and burn it at his feet, and quietly took the remaining painting away." ”

Jingmo was pleasantly surprised, her mood gradually became extremely complicated, she thought of the moment when Zhou Rongyao painted, she caught a glimpse of the second painting in the painting, and the half-crippled painting in her hand suddenly became like a hot potato.

Hua Thirteen noticed Jing Mo's abnormal reaction, not only now, but also in the Zhou Mansion at that time, she must have something else hidden in her heart.

"Do you know the pharmacist friend in Zhou Rong's mouth, Shang Lu?" Painting Thirteen asked.

When Jing Mo heard this name, she raised her head suddenly, as if the deepest secret in her heart had been broken, and her panic was seen by Hua Thirteen, and she had already answered before she could open her mouth.

"Take me to him." Although the thirteenth painting was heavily wounded in the back and his tone was weak, he demanded undoubtedly. He faintly felt that this Shang Lu must be inextricably linked to the events of the past, so what about Jingmo, what kind of existence is Jingmo? His vigilance suddenly filled his heart again.

He continued to say to the hesitant Jingmo very beautifully: "You already know my identity, Painting Thirteen is just a Jianghu person. And you haven't been honest with me yet, Jingmo, I want to help you. ”

Jingmo thought about it, no matter how the painting on the rivers and lakes was said to be an outsider, and thanks to him, she was able to crack the painting that she had been holding in her hand for many years, she thought, he could be trusted.

At the beginning, they all thought that each other was just a chance to meet, and let their feelings grow like spring grass and spring flowers all over the hillside from zero, and bloom a result. But he and she have long had their own causes and consequences to bear, and no one is an outsider who has passed without a trace. Those who should be entangled can't escape.

"Get dressed, I'll take you to Chunmanlou." Jingmo has decided.

"Spring Manlou?" A doubt in the heart of the thirteenth painting suddenly became clear. He was too careless, he should have started investigating the reason at the time of the first trial, or even earlier, when Zhou Rong changed the location to Chunmanlou. He followed Jingmo, holding the half-burned painting tightly in his hand, and walked leisurely to Chunmanlou.

She led him to an unknown path to the attic in the backyard of Chunmanlou, but stopped in front of a wall at the end of the corridor.

Jingmo glanced back at Hua Thirteen, her eyes were full of heavy trust, she gently swirled a delicate potted plant on the edge of the corridor, and the wall suddenly opened.

That's right, Chunmanlou, as the first green building in the capital, how can there not be a secret room that hides people's ears?

"Momo? It's not your day to see him, why did he come here today? A familiar and delicate voice came from the room, and Painting Thirteen could tell that it was from Manman, who had been in contact with him several times.

When the door was fully opened, Thirteen saw the scene in the room and couldn't help but be stunned.