"My heart said that it was like this, it was her, it must be her." She seemed a little excited, and after spreading the scroll in its entirety, she looked at Yuanji and asked, "Look, is it her?"

Yuan Ji looked at the scroll in a daze, and after a long time muttered, "I...... I don't know ......."

The scroll on the desk is very well preserved, and the scene in the painting is as if the ink had not dried, just yesterday.

The hair is as black as ink, the luster is like a glaze, the eyes are like clear stars, glowing with intoxicating color, the white cheeks are full of pink delicacy, and the red lips are full and hung with seductive arcs.

She's a beauty.

Graceful, plump, light gauze like a fairy in the fog, but the expression is full of winter snow and frost-like sorrow, the hand caresses the piano, and behind him is the turbulent river.

In a trance, Yuanji just watched as if he could hear the sound of the waves and the sound of the strings.

He trembled in disbelief and said, "She's ......."

"She's a joy match." The old lady stroked the edge of the scroll and said regretfully, "This is painted by Jiang Xiaonan, and the two of them are called Yanzhou Shuangjue, a book and a piano, both of them are wonderful women in the world. The old man went to King Zhen's mansion for a banquet that year, King Zhen was newly married, and the old women were chatting in the backyard. At that time, when it came to Yanzhou Shuangjue, all the women said that they had seen Jiang Xiaonan now, but they had never seen Le Wushuang, and they all felt regretful. She showed me the drawing on the spot, and when the old man looked at the portrait, he felt that this person did not live like a mortal, but like a fairy, hehe."

Yuan Ji was stunned, staring at the picture and his mind went blank.

But he was asking in his heart, is this woman his biological mother?

From her lips, eyes, nose, ears, and demeanor, Yuanji seems to want to pull himself out and reproduce it, is there a trace of resemblance between him and her?

In his imminent consciousness, he asked in confusion, "Am I the same as her?"

He turned to the old lady, and his face was completely helpless. Like a child, looking at this strange world in confusion.

Wow.

The crisp sound of the footbell suddenly flooded in my heart, like a little ripple rippling through the fog in my heart, and reproduced the dim and damp firewood room, in that shadow, Motoyoshi and the boy looked at each other.

The cry echoed in my ears, the little hand rubbing the tears on my cheeks, and the wound dripping with blood.

Stained with dust, a long silence. z.br>

"Like."

This firm voice seemed to take everything from the nightmare, like countless mirrors suddenly shattering, suddenly pulling Yuan Ji back to reality.

Confused, he repeated, "Like?"

"Like." The old lady pointed to the portrait, and then pointed at him, "It's exactly the same."

Motoyoshi repeated, "It's exactly the same."

"The eyebrows and eyes are unique, and they look like the old man." The old lady suddenly stroked his face, "It's just that the coldness on her forehead is not something she has, but it seems to be ...... It's like ......."

She withdrew her hand in a panic, covered her lips and tilted her head.

Yuanji asked urgently, "Dare to ask Madame, like whom?"

"Don't ask, the old past, I can't remember it at such an age." The old lady hurriedly laughed, "Your name is Yuanji, the old body remembers your name, and in the future, you will often come to talk to the old body, ah?"

It was as if she was comforting a child.

But when the child perceives the secret hidden behind the scroll, he is no longer a child.

Yuanji fell silent, stared at the scroll for a long time, and nodded silently.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and Bai Yi shouted outside: "Madam, the third master is going out to discuss matters, and there are not enough guards accompanying him, so he has to let Yuanji go with him."

The old lady answered, and immediately waved her hand at Yuanji, saying, "Yuanji, go."

Motoyoshi stood up, and he looked back as he walked out the door.

The old lady hummed a tune in her mouth, and took out the needle and thread from the small box on the table with one hand. She pierced the needle and thread, but she couldn't get it through several times.

Bai Yi whispered outside, but Yuan Ji ignored it, he turned back and stretched out his hand.

Old man

The man looked up at him in confusion, and then slowly passed the needle and thread.

Yuan Ji put on the needle and thread, then handed it back, and solemnly bowed again, and withdrew.

The old lady sat in front of the door with a needle and thread, looking at the empty courtyard outside, listening to the loud rooster crowing outside the house, and sighed faintly.

"The son of the old body is not as good as your son." The old lady looked at the person on the scroll, and then threaded the needle through the stretched embroidery, "This thread is like our woman's hair, each one is connected to the thoughts, each one is connected to the past, one by one, stitches are threaded through, those who don't want to forget stay in the veil, and those who want to forget are back." You say, "Is this the life of our woman?"

She chuckled kindly at the portrait, and immediately threaded it through the embroidered loop, and went and back.

Past, come back.

Dawn had come, and the dawn of dawn poured in like a tide along the threshold, gilding the scrolls on the table with a brilliant glow.

The person in the painting who leaps out of the brush and ink seems to have changed in an instant.

The expression is soft and gentle, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

The morning sky was cloudless, and the orange glow spread along the wilderness to illuminate the earth and awaken the sleeping Chongdu.

In the early morning, yawning sentry guards stood at the head of Dongmen Street, and on the spacious street, farmers pulled water buffaloes and walked slowly towards the city gate.

A horse-drawn carriage drove by.

In the carriage, Chen Jinqiu looked at Yuan Ji and Bai Yi, holding the letter in his hand and holding it slightly, and said, "This letter says that if you want to try this case, you have to rely on the care of the two of you. What my eldest brother said, I believe, but you two ......."

He paused and didn't continue, but Yuan Ji and Bai Yi both understood it, and Chen Jinqiu had no reason to believe them.

Yuan Ji withdrew his gaze from the window and said, "The person I want to see on this trip can give an explanation to my lord."

"Chongbu is not better than Yanzhou, and the nine cities inside and outside are mixed." Chen Jinqiu's hand drew a circle in front of him, "There are eyeliners everywhere."

"So I have to find a character who runs the rivers and lakes." The white clothes hung down his sleeves, "He is at the helm of Dongmen Street. Even if you don't know each other, you've probably heard of it."

"Dongmen Street at the helm?" Chen Jinqiu frowned in confusion, pondered for a moment, and suddenly hissed, "You want to take me to meet that ruffian?"

"My lord, that's a mistake." Bai Yi smiled knowingly, "Those who run the rivers and lakes are not suitable for ruffians and hooligans. He has done a lot of power, and he has a lot of power in Chongdu, and adults will inevitably use him in the future."

Yuan Ji followed up and said, "My lord returned to the capital to take over the prison this time, and the officials below didn't say anything on the surface, but they were all quite dissatisfied in private. There are many places to do things in the future, and you have to deal with this person, and you can do it in private without going to the public."

"But those are all sunspots on the road, this official is in the company of this kind of person, and if he wants to be seen, where will he put his face in the future?" Chen Jinqiu was worried, "Most of the prison is full of these scum who run the rivers and lakes."

Bai Yi put his hands into his cuffs and said, "My lord, as the saying goes, black and white, each has its own sky. Although Jiang Zimo was escorted into the capital, whose territory is this now? Adults know this, so I won't say much about it."

Whose territory is Chongdu? Chen Jinqiu swallowed hard as he listened.

This is the sky of Pang Boyi.

"The case is big and involves a wide range of issues, so it is inevitable to run errands for searching." Yuan Ji leaned back, "But yesterday's attitude of looking at the officials, not to mention the officials who tried the case, or the soldiers who searched them, I'm afraid even the jailers are unconvincing to adults."

"I understand." Chen Jinqiu waved his hand a little weakly, "I'll see him with you."

The carriage quickly stopped at a gambling house on Dongmen Street, honestly grabbed the reins, and said to the car, "Third Master, it's time to get there."

Yuan Ji and Bai Yi got out of the car first, then helped Chen Jinqiu down, and the three of them entered the gambling house together.

The shouts of shaking dice and shooting pai gow in the gambling house are endless.

Bai Yi led the way towards the inner room, and Xiao Er, who was running tea in the workshop, saw someone and wanted to stop him, but Bai Yi handed over the silver money, and then said something to Xiao Er.

Xiao Er weighed the money in his hand and entered the inner room suspiciously.

After a while, he came out and led the three of them in.

The furnishings in the inner hall are extremely luxurious, with furniture made of wood from the western border, carpets from overseas, and antique furnishings all of which are famous and exquisite noble objects.

And a man sitting on a soft floor was holding an amber wine lord drinking.

Yuan Ji and Chen Jinqiu stood behind, took off their hats in white clothes and sat down on their own, grabbed the wine jar, and then pulled the amber wine jue on the desk in the front seat, and poured wine into it.

The man pinched the wine venerable and turned his head, looked at Bai Yi coldly, and said, "I heard that you went to the place where the birds don't in the outer domain to make a living, and the dog leg outside said that someone called himself Baiyi, but at first I didn't believe it."

"I've been here for a few years, and I've only recently come back." The white-clothed man was full of drinkers, and then he wiped his thin lips, "Come to you to ask for a drink."

The windows in the house were hung with thick curtains, so that the sunlight could not shine in, but only reflected the thick curtains in a deep purple red.

"Enough wine." The man stood up in the shadows, and crossed to the white robe with the wine lord in his hand, "Drink."

His voice was a little hoarse, and Chen Jinqiu couldn't see his face clearly.

Bai Yi drank with him, and Yuan Ji found a rattan chair and sat down, and said, "I'm here for something important."

"You're here, the wild seed that no one wants? Hmph." The man turned his face to reveal cold eyes, "I have the person you want?"

"I'm not here to kill." Yuanji raised his cold eyes to look at him, "Errands."

"The last time you came to me, you killed twenty people." The man walked up to Motoyoshi and crouched down to stare, "Twenty good swordsmen."

"Eh, Gao Cheng, the old past is all over." The white cloth stretched out his arms towards Chen Jinqiu, "We are here to do business today, look, this is the right eunuch of the court captain, Lord Chen Jinqiu Chen."

"Hello, sir." Gao Cheng clenched his fists and gestured at Chen Jinqiu, but his cold eyes were still staring at Yuan Ji, "What business?"

"Uh, hehe." Chen Jinqiu laughed out loud, and he saluted and said, "Boss Gao, this time I am here to hire some of your Jianghu guests to help me watch a few people."

Gao Cheng turned his head sideways, the dark purple dim light shining on the three claw marks on his face, and he cherished the words like gold, and asked, "Who?"

Chen Jinqiu smiled and said kindly, "Prison felons."

"Hmph." Gao Cheng turned his head to Yuan Ji with a contemptuous gaze, and then stepped on the soft and thick carpet and walked towards the soft collapse, "Prison felons are locked in prison, why do we need us loaches in the rivers and lakes to help watch people?"