"You, you wretched people, go back, don't let her hurt me, if I am hurt, my father will not let you have a good time......"

At the mention of the majestic, murderous and tyrannical leader, several guards looked solemn, did not dare to come out, and retreated cautiously.

"Don't come with me again! In three hours, I will send the antidote, and if you act rashly, your good princess will never return to Beidi alive. ”

"You—Did you hear me clearly?"

Su Lexuan saw that although the guards in front of him were hesitant, they did not back down when they swung their swords, and their hearts gradually became restless, mottled red silk flashed under their eyes, and the crystal jade beads wept slightly.

"You, you stand down! If I had died, neither I nor my father would have let you live......"

Yao Yun's eyes were dark and faint, knowing that he could not waste any more time delaying and delaying, and said coldly: "Alas, it seems that the guards of Tuoba Yandu do not take the dignified and upright princess who has decided to marry in their eyes. In that case, Miss Xuanrong, you should go—"

She shook the silver hairpin on the woman's neck, the cold light flashed, and the hairpin needle had pierced above her white and translucent collarbone, outlining a beautiful scarlet arc.

The hairpin needle touched the delicate skin, and the scarlet blood stains suddenly turned rusty black.

"Stop! Let's step back! The guard finally shouted coldly.

"Five hours, if she dares to use any tricks, she will surely die!"

As soon as the words fell, Yao Yun violently pushed down the weak woman in red in front of her. She grabbed the hairpin in her hand tightly and fled from the inn in a panic.

I kept recalling the route and the map of Golden Wheel City a few days ago, passing through the dense alleys of east and west, turning around, and finally running to the end of the road on West Street.

She first used the ashes of the grass and trees in the firewood stove on the side of the road to dirty and dirty her cheeks, and exchanged three copper coins for a set of coarse linen clothes from a peasant family, pretending to be a dirty and wrinkled poor man.

Then I found the most lively and prosperous spring building in the city. She is generous, and a dozen copper coins can make Nachunlou's mother enthusiastic and flocking to her.

Mei Jiao Niang thought that she had met a big money master, and was about to take off her dress and serve carefully, but now she could only sit on one side with her back and study ink in a daze, grinding the ten copper coins in her hand in every boring way.

She didn't come here for fun, but to borrow the four treasures of the study at a great price. The spring building is rich and prosperous, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in the building are of high quality, which is a good thing for painting.

Time is pressing, and ink painting is the simplest and most lyrical.

She dipped in ink and lifted the pen slightly, the ink-colored bamboo leaves fell down, the leaves were back, the rod was coiled, the shadow was sparse, the light and shadow were changeable, and the light and thick were suitable. Finally, there are dexterous dragonflies lingering among the bamboos, and the aura is suddenly visible and vivid.

It is similar to the bamboo picture that was given to Xiao Xiuqing, the ninth lady. However, this brush is more sharp, and it is urgent to get up from it, and the pen is straight, chic and free, and the wind and bones still exist.

This is exactly how Mr. Pillow Stone draws!

Following the pattern of the dexterous dragonfly, the marks of the three hills were carved extremely secretly.

She squinted her eyes and wrote a poem at the end.

Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

In this way, the gentleman must know where to find her.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, drank a few sips of hot tea, and arrogantly rewarded Mei Jiaoniang with a few more copper coins.

"Good lady, if someone asks, you only say that you have never seen me."

After drinking the flower wine, Yao Yun walked quickly to the south of the city. In the south of the city, there is the only ink treasure shop in Jinlun City. Foreign merchants were very interested in Han calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, and the shops were full of people, and no one cared about him as an inconspicuous poor boy in the countryside.

"Little Erhao, I want to see the shopkeeper!"

The shopkeeper Xiao Er looked at him with a stained face and shabby clothes, and his face was full of indifference.

She hurriedly handed him a few copper coins, and said with a smile: "Good brother, I have famous paintings here, if you ignore me, your shopkeeper will definitely regret it." ”

Xiao Er Mari accepted the money, although his face was full of indifference, but he still led him to the backyard with a smirk.

In the study in the backyard sat an elderly middle-aged elegant man, with two slender beards hanging on his upper lip on the left and right, trembling from time to time.

He stared at the spring bamboo picture on the desk for a while, carefully looked at the name in the lower left, and looked up for a while to observe the sloppy Xiao Langjun in a coarse linen dress in front of him. Lowering his eyes and raising his head, looking down and looking up, back and forth, it is still hard to believe that this is really Mr. Pillow Stone's own work.

"This, this, this is really Mr. Pillow Stone's genuine product? Not a fake? ”

Yao Yun didn't have time to spend with him, she raised her hand to support her forehead, and sighed helplessly: "My third uncle owes a thousand dollars to the brothel, and the brothel caretaker wants to beat and kill, and the third uncle is forced to sell this painting out of desperation." The third uncle said that he would sell this painting on consignment first, and he would share as much as he could sell. Alas, if the shopkeeper does not believe that the opportunity to make money has been lost, I will have to look elsewhere. ”

Yao Yun pretended to have a sad face, and wanted to raise his hand to take back the painting, but before his hand touched the edge of the scroll, the shopkeeper slammed down the tiled painting.

"Sell, sell now!"

"The shopkeeper is happy, this deal will definitely satisfy the shopkeeper!"

"I don't know if Xiao Langjun has a favorite price?"

"Naturally, the more expensive the better!"

The shopkeeper understands in his heart that there is no need to advance the deposit in advance, this is a sure deal, how can he give it to others! Since the more expensive the better, he deliberately sent people to publicize Mr. Pillow Stone's paintings. As long as the rumors spread, the farther and farther, the more tourists, it is the best.

Only a quarter of an hour later, this spring bamboo picture was hung up in front of the shop and sold on public consignment.

When the merchants and tourists heard that it was the authentic work of Mr. Pillow Stone, they flocked to the front to have a look. Some of them have a discerning eye, and they can't help but praise and praise them again and again. The rest of the people joined in the fun, and when they saw the praise of the two or three gentlemen, they were also amazed and emotional.

Yao Yun saw that the rumors had spread, and he breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and did not stay here any longer. She specially told the shopkeeper to come back to collect the money in seven days.

Leaving the book and ink shop, she found an inn room opposite the previous spring building to check in. She no longer walks out of the guest room at will, and eats three meals a day in the house.

The small window of the guest room is obliquely facing the welcome gate of the Dyeyue Building, and people come and go, so you can always pay attention to the movements of the Spring Building and the street.

Although it is a good time in spring, it is a pity that the cold wind rises, and the white sand falls all over the ground.

Early in the morning, the crowded streets are a little more desolate and deserted than yesterday. On the road, there are many Beidi Great Khan who are disguised as ordinary Han people but have a serious expression and are holding swords, and the Han people on the roadside Lang Jun Niang are already commonplace.