"Huh? Good...... Son, go now! Gigi turned and walked out of the inner room and ran to the study.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Media, who had just gotten up, saw Ji Ji running back to the inner room with a pen and paper, and said, "That girl shouldn't be a demon......

In the past few days, I have been writing and painting in the study, and I have never stepped out of the courtyard door when I said that I had left the Hou Mansion.

It is said that Hou Ye has not shown up recently, saying that he is busy with official business......

Didn't you see a lot of signs a while ago, why did you suddenly become so unprofessional?

Jiang Media, who was full of "positive business" in his head, walked towards Hengyu's room: "I want to see what this girl is doing." ”

"The girl has been busy lately, Aunt Jiang will come back later." As soon as she approached the door, she was stopped by Cuihuai with a smile.

Glancing at the direction of the room, Jiang Wenguan sighed with hatred - if it goes on like this, this small flame that is not easy to ignite will be extinguished, right?

In the inner room, Hengyu was draped with black hair, spread the paper on the small table near the window, and took advantage of the morning light to concentrate on the pen.

Seeing that she was particularly engaged, Gigi polished the ink and then retreated lightly.

"Girl, is this a drawing?"

Seeing Jiji come out, Cui Huai asked in a low voice.

"Hey, I don't know......," Ji Ji sighed, and said distressedly, "The girl has to paint for seven or eight hours a day lately, where is there such a way to draw...... I just looked, and it looked like my wrists were swollen. ”

"Then I'll go to Doctor Yan to ask for a bottle of medicinal oil and come back, and rub it for the girl." Cui Huai said, going to find Yan Ming.

"Acacia!"

The girl's clear voice suddenly came from the inner room.

"Huh!" Cui Huai responded and hurriedly entered the inner room.

"I went to find Doctor Yan, and I said I had a headache—" By the window, the girl standing in the light picked up the drawing paper, blew lightly, and hurriedly confessed.

"Okay, son, let's go."

As soon as Cuihuai responded, he saw Hengyu turn around, and suddenly said, "Wait, at such an hour as usual, Doctor Yan should be in the medicine garden, right?" ”

Recently, she has been secretly in contact with Yan Mingming, and she has some understanding of each other's habits.

Yan Ming usually goes to the medicine garden every morning to check the growth of the medicine plants, take care of the watering and avoid the cold.

Cuihuai: "It should be, the maid went directly to the medicine garden to find someone?" ”

"No need, I'll go directly to him, help me change my clothes and comb my hair-" Hengyu put down the drawing paper as he spoke, and took one last look at the scene in the painting.

This should be it!

She hurriedly changed her clothes and washed, and after washing her face, she didn't even bother to let Cui Huai wipe the balm, so she rolled up the drawing paper and hugged it in her arms, and ran into the morning breeze.

In the medicine garden, under a medicine shed sheltered from the cold, Yan Ming squatted down to scoop water and pour water, Yin Hai copied his sleeves beside him, and sighed: "The general's condition has become worse and worse in the past two days, and the meal has only used less than half of the amount in the past......"

Yan Ming frowned: "It's all like this, he still has to go to the birthday banquet of Pei Mansion tomorrow night?" ”

"So let you help prescribe the side medicine, and hold it out in front of people, so that no one will see anything unusual—"

"Nope." Yan Ming said angrily: "There is no such medicine that is afraid of dying fast enough!" ”

Yin Hai shook his head helplessly: "Why do you bother with this...... When generals do things, they have their own proportions to think about it, and we are subordinates, just obey orders. ”

"I'm just a man, I can't understand the big picture of what you talk about all day long! For me, human life is the most important thing! Yan Ming was angry, and when he was pulling weeds, he accidentally dropped a medicinal seedling, and suddenly became even more angry.

Seeing this, Yin Hai was afraid of being burned, so he nodded hurriedly and said: "Okay, okay, I don't want to be this lobbyist, you are stubborn, he has always been not bad, and it depends on which of you can be stubborn......

Just as he was about to leave the place of right and wrong, he suddenly heard a girl's voice coming.

"Doctor Yan!"

Hearing this shout, Yan Ming threw down the water and scooped it, and a spirit stood up.

Four days ago, Miss Qianji informed him of the news that most of the white divine doctors were still alive, and said that the key to finding people was on a painting, and she was trying to reproduce the painting-

Come to him in person at this time, it's not ......!

Yan Ming walked out of the medicine shed very quickly: "Miss Ji! Here! ”

Heng Yu turned his head and walked towards him quickly.

Yin Hai babbled lightly and looked at the girl who came curiously.

The girl's fair cheeks were red by the morning breeze, and her breathing was a little uneven, apparently coming all the way.

"Why did Master Ji come to this medicine garden?" Yin Hai asked with a smile.

Heng Yu had already seen him, and said casually at this time: "I painted a landscape this morning, and I came to discuss it with Doctor Yan." ”

She was not afraid that Yin Hai would hear something different, and Yin Hai was by no means hostile to this matter, before she had only discussed privately with Doctor Yan, firstly, because she had tried Xiao Mu several times to avoid it, he had no intention of letting her know, so she pretended not to know. Second, because the clues are not clear, it is difficult to make progress in the search for people-

But now it's different.

Regardless of whether her guess is accurate or not, now that she has this clue, she will do her best to find someone, and she can't just rely on Doctor Yan to arrange the rest.

"Oh? I didn't know that Doctor Yan was still proficient in calligraphy and painting-" Yin Hai asked Hengyu with a smile: "I wonder if I have the honor to see it?" ”

"Vice Admiral India is at will." Heng Yu handed over the drawing paper in his hand.

When Yin Hai was about to take over the painting, he saw the slightly raised redness and swelling on the girl's wrist.

One hand snatched the paper from him and quickly unfolded it.

Yin Hai took a step closer to Yan Ming's side and looked at it.

There are landscapes jumping on the paper, although the pen is quite aura, at a glance you know that the painting skills are proficient and excellent, but if you talk about the discussion and tasting, it is not very good to talk about -

Just because the painting was obviously painted in a hurry, everything that could be saved was omitted, just so that people could see what was painted.

But......

Yin Hai raised his eyebrows and looked at it carefully.

"Do you know where this is?" Yan Ming looked at it twice and immediately asked.

Heng Yu shook his head: "When I was young, I traveled here with Ah Weng, but I was too young at that time, but I was only five or six years old. ”

Yes, she's been here before, too.

Therefore, when I vaguely saw the painting made by Ah Weng under the grape trellis in my dream, it was convenient for a certain place in my memory to overlap together. Otherwise, she would not be able to draw this scene out of thin air based on a dream alone.

However, even so, she is still a little unsure, the place she painted is indeed real in this world, but is it true that Ah Weng painted it back then? What if what she saw in her dream was just an illusion of her escape from defeat?

From the excitement after waking up, to painting it in one go, to running to find Yan Ming-

At this time, Hengyu calmed down, but swayed a little.

But at this time, she can't control so much, it's gambling, and before there is a clearer direction, she can only bet here for the time being!

It was she who said: "You can copy this painting first, and send more people to inquire everywhere as soon as possible." ”

When Yan Ming nodded solemnly, Yin Hai, who only heard the side, said with a smile: "Instead of going elsewhere, why don't you ask me first?" ”

"This matter is not something you can gag about, and I'll talk to you about it later." Yan Ming didn't want to pay attention to him, and immediately rolled up the drawing paper.

Yin Hai stretched out his hand to stop his movements: "Tsk, how can you not believe it?" This mountain is called Qingniu Mountain, and I am very familiar with it. ”

"Qingniu Mountain ......" Hengyu looked at Yin Hai: "Can Vice General Yin really be sure?" ”

Yan Ming also turned his head sharply and looked at him.

"If you say something else, I can't guarantee it, but this is where I grew up, how can I admit that I am wrong? This bridge and river are all places that I must pass every day. Yin Hai's finger tapped the spire of the mountain exposed: "And this is where I have practiced since I was a child, Lingquan Temple." ”

"This is Lingquan Temple?!" Yan Ming was surprised.

The existence that the Ji painter drew with his memory, but for some reason, is actually the place where Yin Hai used to practice!

"If Master Ji came here when he was a child, he may have also been to the temple to offer incense. Many years ago, I may have met Ji painter, but I don't know. Yin Hai smiled and sighed: "Sure enough, the word karma has always been wonderful. ”

Heng Yu obviously didn't bother to talk to him about Buddhism, and hurriedly asked, "In this case, can Vice General Yin know if there is a habitable place nearby?" ”

Seeing her and Yan Ming's anxiety in his eyes, Yin Hai had a guess in his heart, and did not rush to confirm it, but only replied: "After crossing this bridge, there are two villages, although they are not bustling and prosperous, but for those who are not picky, they are barely a place to live. ”

Heng Yu nodded hurriedly, and immediately looked at Yan Ming: "Where is the portrait of the White Divine Doctor that I had drafted earlier?" ”

Yan Ming took a deep look at Yin Hai: "Wait, I'll take it here!" ”

"White Divine Doctor?" Yin Hai's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the girl in front of him with a smile, but he was still not in a hurry to ask more.

Yan Ming quickly retrieved the portrait.

Although it is a portrait of the same person, Hengyu has painted no less than ten paintings, although there are differences in body shape and physiognomy, but a closer look at the eyebrows and eyes can still tell that it is the same person.

Yan Ming had already bound this into a book, and at this time, he turned it over to Yin Hai one by one: "Take a closer look, have you ever seen this person!" ”

Heng Yu said on the side: "Doctor Bai left Youzhou eight years ago, according to Pei ...... Ahem, it is rumored that Adjutant General Yin came down to the mountain six years ago to join the WTO, or he has seen it near Qingniu Mountain, and I don't know——"

"Didn't you give me these portraits a few days ago and asked me to send someone to find them? It turned out to be painted by a Ji painter. Yin Haibian said to Yan Ming, shaking his head: "I also looked at it roughly before, and I didn't think it was familiar......

"There will inevitably be discrepancies between the portrait and the real person, you take a closer look!" Yan Ming urged like a military order.

Yin Hai felt embarrassed, and sighed: "I'm not a god like Ji Painter, even if I really had a relationship by chance, after so many years, where will I have an impression?" Can Doctor Yan remember what the person who rubbed shoulders with you somewhere a few years ago was like? ”

"Don't talk yet, you can see!" Yan Ming hated to pick out his eyeballs and help him look at them.

Although Yin Hai's mouth kept talking, his eyes never left those portraits, and at this time, seeing Yan Ming turn to the last one, he suddenly stretched out his hand: "No, and slow ......."

Yin Hai covered the portrait's hair bun with his hand, and sighed lightly, and after a while, he was surprised: "Isn't this my lazy nephew?" ”

Hengyu: "? ”

Teacher-nephew?!

Yan Ming: "Are you sure?!" …… This man is nearly seventy years old! ”

I can't say I'm out of context today! I deliberately wrote more than 100 words to announce the answer, how intimate_(:з"∠)_

(End of chapter)