"Xia Yubing, have you ever heard of this name?" Lin Xin'er asked.

This is probably the first time she has deliberately said this name, the woman her father loves deeply, the second lady of the Lin Mansion.

There has always been a tablet of their mother and daughter in the Lin family before, and Lin Bo will incense her on the fifteenth day of the new year, so Lin Xin'er is very familiar with these three words, but she has never said them in person.

She didn't want to mention it, because of her mother's mother, it was because of the woman's death, so her father hated her mother for nearly 20 years, and her father wouldn't care, in fact, she and her mother almost died back then. If it was their mother and daughter who died, her father would definitely not miss it so much.

Xia Yubing, who was originally the second lady of the Lin family, recognized her as an old palace maid who lived in the palace, so did she ever stay in the palace?

"Xia Yubing, isn't it your second mother?" Ximen Jingxuan naturally knew this person.

"Yes, that's her." Lin Xin'er nodded, "Some people think I'm a little like her." I haven't seen her portrait, I don't know where it looks. ”

Because of Xia Yubing's death, Lin Bo was so sad that he couldn't bear to see the portrait, so he burned all her portraits in a thought, so Lin Xin'er only knew her name, but did not see her.

"Really?" Ximen Jingxuan separated from Lin Xin'er at a distance, let go of his gaze and stared at her face, and looked at her carefully, "I've seen her portrait, it seems that you don't have anything like her, it's completely two people." ”

"Have you seen it? In the palace? Lin Xin'er asked in surprise.

She didn't expect that the portrait of the Lin family that she hadn't seen was gone, but Ximen Jingxuan had seen it. In addition to Lin Bo's hand, where else has her portrait been?

"No, it was twenty-one or twelve years ago, when I was four or five years old, when the officials of the Xia family embezzled the silver for disaster relief and were executed by my father, the family members of the Xia family were implicated and exiled, I don't know what happened, the prime minister at that time, that is, your grandfather, entered the palace and begged his father to forgive Xia Yubing and marry your father as a concubine. Because of your grandfather's intercession, Xia Yubing was left. After getting your father's approval, your grandfather went to the prison camp to bring out Xia Yubing. ”

"At that time, I was young and curious, and secretly followed, and found that your grandfather didn't recognize Xia Yubing, and he always carried Xia Yubing's portrait in his hand. The portrait was later thrown away by your grandfather, I picked it up and saw it, because it was the only person in the Xia family who stayed in the capital, and it was the person who was specially rescued by the prime minister, so I was deeply impressed, but unfortunately Xia Yubing was unkempt in prison clothes at that time, and I didn't see her clearly when I was far away, and then she married into the Lin family until something happened, and I never saw her again. Ximen Jingxuan recalled, "Originally, she was not someone I cared about, and if you didn't ask, I wouldn't have thought about it." ”

"I heard from the descendants of the Lin family that my mother is kind to the second lady, so Xia Yubing's marriage to the Lin family is indispensable to my mother's contribution, if there was no grandfather, my father had no ability at that time, and Xia Yubing would have been exiled with the Xia family a long time ago." Lin Xin'er said.

It's a shame that her mother is so generous, but because of Xia Yubing's death, her father has always hated her, and she doesn't care about what she has done at all.

"Can you imitate the portrait from memory?" Lin Xin'er asked.

Ximen Jingxuan can draw the scene when they met back then, and his painting skills must be very good.

Ximen Jingxuan squinted his eyes and thought about it, "It should be able to imitate the ** score." ”

"Here, you can draw it for me, let me see what she looks like." Lin Xin'er pulled Ximen Jingxuan to stand up and walked to the table.

As the sun set, the light in the house dimmed.

Lin Xin'er lit the candlestick on the table and laid the paper for Ximen Jingxuan.

Ximen Jingxuan looked at Lin Xin'er's childlike curiosity, smiled, walked around the table, chose a position where his figure could not be reflected on the window, took out the brush in the pen holder, dipped it in the inkstone, searched for childhood memories, and began to paint.

The outline of a woman is gradually outlined on the white paper.

Lin Xin'er tilted her head sideways and looked at the person gradually appearing on the paper.

Ximen Jingxuan's painting skills are very good, and every line drawn is very skillful, and after a while, the general appearance is outlined.

Lin Xin'er picked up the candlestick and looked at the portrait closely, so that she could look at it carefully.

Although the lines are simple and unadorned, Lin Xin'er can see that the person in this painting seems to be no stranger to her......

"That's about it." Ximen Jingxuan put away his pen and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Although 20 years have passed, the appearance drawn is not far from the appearance in his memory.

Xin'er wanted to see the portrait, so he drew it as close as he could, so that she could see a more similar person and satisfy her curiosity.

"You see, you are very different from her, and those who say that they are similar are probably also trying to please your father." Ximen Jingxuan threw the brush into the pen holder and said with a smile.

"Yes, not really." Lin Xin'er put down the candlestick, picked up the portrait with both hands, and stared at it tightly, "Is this the portrait you remember?" ”

"I don't dare to say that it's exactly the same, after all, I was still young at that time, and twenty years have passed, but the difference is not far, and the ** points seem to be there." Ximen Jingxuan Road.

"**Portrait ......" Lin Xin'er stared at the portrait, her eyes unblinking.

Don't say ** points, even if it's four or five points, she can recognize the person in this portrait.

Although she had just seen Xia Yubing's appearance, for her, this face had penetrated deep into her heart and made her worried.

"What's wrong?" Ximen Jingxuan noticed Lin Xin'er's abnormality.

"Nothing." Lin Xin'er shook her head, but her eyes never left the portrait for half a minute, smiled lightly, and said, "How can such a person be said to be like her?" It's really a mistake, if it's not to please my father, I'm afraid it's to anger my father. ”

That being said, Lin Xin'er knew that the old palace maid named Zhao Rong had nothing to do with flattering or angering, and Liu Suixiang's horror at her at that time would never have anything to do with flattery and anger.

"Whether it's flattering or angry, I don't even know where my dad is at this point." Lin Xin'er gently placed the portrait on the table.

Fingers seemed to touch unintentionally, the candlestick on the table tilted, and a drop of wax fell on the paper.

"Be careful!" Ximen Jingxuan hurriedly knocked the ignited drawing paper to the ground.

A flame quickly ignited.

Ximen Jingxuan stomped a few feet in a row, the flames were extinguished, and the portrait was burned to ashes.

"It's burned, Jing Xuan, do you blame me?" Lin Xin'er asked.

"What do you say, it's just an inconsequential portrait." Ximen Jingxuan walked up to Lin Xin'er and took her in his arms.

It must have been the mention of the missing Lin Bo that touched her heart, and then contacted her master, who was also missing, and made her sad.