He turned his head slightly and looked at the scroll unfolded in Jiang Mediaguan's hand, which showed a woman sitting quietly in a chair, her figure weakened, and her eyes were slightly dim on her beautiful face.

A single point shows that the artist's painting skills are very superb and expressive, and he has put some "thought" into the portrait.

After a moment of distraction, Yan Ming slowly turned his head, his face was not wavering, but his steps seemed to sink a lot.

"Lord Jiang's only daughter...... This can't be done, the conditions in our northern land are difficult, and we can't wronged the daughter of Lord Jiang's family. Yin Hai shook his head, this girl looked like she was not in good health.

Jiang median smiled noncommittally, and unfolded another picture: "Everything still depends on the general's eyes, and fate is the most unavoidable!" ”

"That's good!" Yin Hai nodded in satisfaction.

Xiao Mu also looked at it seriously for a moment.

Well, that's good.

Well drawn.

There is indeed the demeanor of Mr. Qinghan.

Seeing that Jiang was going to take the portrait again, he interrupted: "Let's stop here today, I still have business to deal with." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Yin Hai and Wang Jingyong: "Matchmaker Jiang should be more concerned about my subordinates at the moment. ”

Facing the gaze of Jiang Media, Yin Hai smiled slightly: "It's hard work." ”

Under such a singing and harmony, Jiang Mediaguan had to smile and nod, and as soon as he said a few words, he was sent out by Xiao Mu.

“…… Don't you see, that's oil and salt don't enter! Look at the lack of a fight, and the conversation is kind, but I don't give the slightest chance! Jiang mediator came to Hengyu's room, poured a lot of bitter water, and said that his throat was dry: "He said that he asked me to be a matchmaker for his subordinates, but for the time being, no matter how many people look at it, none of them are good to make a move, and I don't know if it is an excuse to deliberately delay me!" ”

"Even if it's an excuse, do it." Heng Yu leaned on the couch, turned a page of the book of belovers, and said seemingly casually: "Even if you take this errand and come to this camp, you can only take one step at a time." ”

As he spoke, he seemed to think for a moment and said, "Why don't you start with the youngest one?" ”

"The one named Meng Dazhu?" Jiang median thought for a while, nodded and said: "Look, it's the most normal one, eighteen or nineteen years old is still the age of the family......

No matter what, pick an easy one first, if you can get off to a good start, you can also save some of her face as the first media in Beijing.

Thinking about it, he said: "I seemed to hear yesterday that he is the Yingzhou people?" ”

"Yes, and there are a few shops in the house." Heng Yu closed the book of belovers and said, "When the time comes, I will go with Aunt Jiang to meet the elders of his family, and listen to the meaning of the Meng family first, right?" ”

Jiang median nodded, not only is he talking about the matchmaker, but he also has to find out the family background, and he will first meet the elders of the other party's family.

Heng Yu thought about what to do next.

There was a sound of talking outside, it was the female envoy of the Hou Mansion who came to deliver dinner.

The meal was quickly arranged, and Jiang sighed: "The dish is sumptuous......

Hengyu sat down and looked at it, not only was it hearty, but also took care of Jingshi's eating habits.

In terms of etiquette, there was indeed no shortage in the Hou Mansion.

It's a pleasure to eat at a meal.

After the meal, after rinsing her hands and mouth, another female envoy came, but said: "My wife wants to see the portrait of the lady brought by the master from Beijing, I wonder if the painter can send it away?" ”

The envoy said with a smile: "Madame thinks that Master Ji is in the same Beijing Division, and he is the same age as these ladies, so he must have some understanding." ”

Heng Yu didn't have time to speak, so Jiang Wenguan nodded with a smile: "Yes, yes, you have to be idle!" ”

General Xiao can't get through there, but there is still Mrs. Xiao...... Marriage is the order of her parents, how can she forget this!

If you can find another way from Mrs. Xiao......

Jiang median smiled and pushed Hengyu.

Hengyu also smiled generously and nodded: "Please lead the way." ”

She has to act in Yingzhou City, be more diligent in everything, and have more contact with people, so that she can have more opportunities to listen and watch.

It's just that Mrs. Xiao was more enthusiastic than she imagined, urging her to eat tea and snacks, gossiping with her a lot, and asking some things about her family, which was very approachable.

And in addition to these, there is an existence that surprises her even more-

When she first entered the room, she saw at a glance the old man's fishing picture hanging above the coffee table in the room—it was clearly her Ah Weng's painting, and if she was not mistaken, it was still the real thing.

Considering his own reputation, it is not unusual for the painting to be handed down here, it should be just a coincidence.

However, what I saw next was gradually overturning her simple guess -

The maid brought a teapot and teapot, and the depiction on it was the most personal red carp picture of her Ah Weng's pen;

On the porcelain plate with dim sum is the red plum of the mountain temple painted by Aweng;

There is also a spring scene embroidered on the screen, which is also from the hand of Aweng......

If you look closely, there are also gauze lamps and dressing table tops......

And so on –

If you are not mistaken, even the pair of cranes on Mrs. Xiao's head are ...... It's also based on the demeanor in Ah Weng's painting?

Although these details are obscure, she remembers every painting of Ah Weng meticulously, and even if others can't see it, she will never admit that she is wrong.

So...... Where did she come to?

Thinking of Mrs. Xiao's words of "respecting Mr. Qinghan" when she first met in the hall that day, Hengyu couldn't help but feel that this was not only not a polite remark, but also a relatively subtle expression......

Regardless of whether what she saw was deliberately arranged, whether Mrs. Xiao's enthusiasm was true or false, Hengyu's response was very sincere, but whenever Mrs. Xiao asked about the portrait of the lady, she answered truthfully as she knew. Of course, it is not arbitrary to judge the length of a person's character.

"This eldest grandson girl in the Zhao Guogong Mansion is the third among the sisters, I have seen it before." Heng Yu looked at a portrait unfolded by the female envoy and said.

"Well, it looks tight." Mrs. Xiao nodded with a smile in her eyes.

The female envoy on the side blinked—Madame's eyes were clearly staring at Master Ji, so who was good-looking?

"Madam, Lang Jun has arrived." A female envoy enters the inner chamber to pass the word.

Even if there is already a marquis, but in the inner courtyard, Xiao Mu will occasionally be called Langjun by the servants.

"Let people in." The smile in Mrs. Xiao's eyes was a little stronger.

Heng Yu got up from his chair.

Xiao Mu walked in and looked at the girl who gave a gift, slightly surprised.

Looking at the portrait held by the female envoy again, there was a feeling of suffocation that there was no escape.

"Ji painters don't have to be polite."

Mrs. Xiao beckoned: "Sit down and talk." ”

Xiao Muying "yes", sat down with Hengyu one after the other, and was about to ask "What is the matter with the mother calling her son", when he heard that his mother had already opened his mouth: "Speaking of which, our family and Mr. Qinghan also have some old friends, Mr. Qinghan traveled to the north, and your father also had tea and poetry together." ”

Xiao Mu was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at Hengyu.

He had never heard his mother mention it before.

Looking at him, Heng Yu was also a little dazed: ...... She had just learned about it, too.

Xiao Mu was silent.

I understand, so it's probably made up by my mother.

My own mother, I know it myself.

His "father" has been dead for many years, and Mr. Qinghan is no longer alive, so it all depends on his mother's mood.

"Although the Ji painter came to Yingzhou this time on an errand, we should also do our best to fulfill the friendship of the landlord." Mrs. Xiao looked at her son and said with a smile: "Jingshi, now that Qianqiu City has also been recovered, you should also settle down and rest at home for a while...... Pick another restaurant with a good breakfast and try the characteristics of Yingzhou! ”

Xiao Mu looked at his mother's gradually excited demeanor, and only felt that there were three big words written on her face: Rich.

To be able to meet Mr. Haruhan's granddaughter is really a fortune for his mother, who is one of Mr. Haruhan's avid admirers......

Heng Yu was quite flattered.

Just as he was thinking about whether to refuse, he suddenly heard a low shout outside the window: "Beware! There are assassins! ”

"Protect the general and his wife!"

Even the mixed sound of footsteps and swords clashing.

Assassin!

This sudden movement made Heng Yu's body tense.

However, he saw that the female envoy next to him still looked like she replaced the cold tea.

Looking at Xiao Mu again, he saw that he calmly glanced out of the window, then withdrew his gaze, took the new tea changed by the female envoy and took a bite.

Heng Yu looked at him incredulously: ......?!

Then he looked out the window uncertainly, and the lights under the porch clearly reflected the fighting figures, and under the shadow of the sword and sword, there was a muffled hum or scream in his ears-

Clearly...... That's right?

But not only did there not be the slightest panic in the room, but even ......

"A few days ago, I heard that the shopkeeper of Jingshui Building has invited a new chef from Jingshi, and I want to take into account the characteristics of Yingzhou, and I should be able to take care of the appetite of Ji Painter......" Mrs. Xiao's thoughts on where to go for breakfast have not been disturbed in the slightest.

"Madam, the morning tea in the Xiaozhu Pavilion is not bad." The mother-in-law in charge on the side proposed.

The female envoy Green Wax said: "There is also Miao Ji Bun Shop, although it is just a small shop, but the buns in the shop are the only one in Yingzhou City, I heard that Lord Liu Bo Dan Fan returns to the city, and he has to go every morning!" ”

"If it's a good place, then try it all." Mrs. Xiao looked at Hengyu and said with a smile: "Don't worry, go one day at a time." ”

Seeing Hengyu's complicated face, Mrs. Xiao looked out the window, suddenly for a moment, and hurriedly comforted him gently: "Don't be afraid, Master Ji, this is all a common thing." It's just a few nights, there are guards, and they can't break in. ”

Look at her mind, she almost forgot that it was the first time that the painter had experienced such a thing.

Hengyu reluctantly showed a smile, nodded slightly, and took a bite of the teacup.

Although she can't understand this kind of habitual attitude, she is still very good at following the local customs......

The fight outside the window sounded more intense.

Heng Yu raised his eyes, only to see a figure flash out of the window as if to break through the window, at this time a long knife chased after him, and with the sound of the sword sinking into the flesh sounded, blood sprayed on the window paper.

The figure fell to the ground with a "plop" sound, and heavy blood stains still remained on the window lattice.

Hengyu's fingers holding the teacup tightened suddenly, and his face turned snow-white almost instantly.