It is not difficult to hide from the people around you when you are prepared, but when you are unaware of being targeted, it is easy to reveal your stuffing.

Now that He Qingxiao has made a discovery, Xin Yu took the opportunity to ask: "Why is the painting edict like this?" ”

"It's not clear yet." He Qingxiao was used to being cautious, and didn't want to affect Xin Yu's judgment based on speculation alone.

Xin Yu thought for a while and said, "I'll go to the meeting to draw the edict." ”

Extrapolating from the light in the picture, it happened on a broad day, and it can almost be concluded that it was a day of rest, that is, today.

"Did Lord He's subordinates say what they would wear after the edict was changed?"

"Wearing a white-washed gray robe, a pair of torn black cloth shoes......"

After listening to He Qingxiao's description, Xin Yu gave up the plan to further determine the clothes from the painting.

With such a tight budget, I'm afraid I wear this every time I go to a stall......

"He Yushi has been reading books frequently recently, did Miss Kou ask anything from the mouths of shopkeepers and others?"

Xin Yuwaner: "I probably know why He Yushi came from." ”

"Why?"

"It has nothing to do with what we want to investigate, it's He Yushi's private matter, so I won't talk about it."

Personal?

He Qingxiao was puzzled.

In addition to the shyness in the pocket, what other private matters?

"Gone." Xin Yu smiled and patted the table, interrupting the man who was lost in thought.

He Qingxiao raised her eyes and looked at the smiling girl.

After becoming a Xin Zhizhao, she seemed to be much more relaxed.

If one day she becomes her true self, that girl named Xin Yu will smile even better, right?

With this thought, He Qingxiao quickly lowered his eyes and stood up silently.

The two walked out of the reception room one after the other.

It was almost noon, Liu Zhou wiped the counter and asked, "Boss, do you have dinner in the bookstore?" ”

"No, I've been eating medicinal food to recuperate recently, and I'm going back to eat."

"The little man sent you out." Liu Zhou walked over and couldn't help but glance at He Qingxiao.

He Qingxiao said calmly: "I also quit." ”

Shopkeeper Hu: "......"

The sun was shining outside, the cicadas were noisy, and the horses tethered to the trees were flicking their tails in boredom.

He Qingxiao stopped and said in a low voice: "There are people around me who are waiting for the edict, if Miss Kou needs help, you can find them." ”

This kind of stalking, generally at least two people in a group. He Qingxiao had a good memory, and carefully talked about the appearance characteristics and clothing of the two subordinates.

"Thank you. Master He, go and get busy. ”

He Qingxiao hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "I said earlier that I would invite Miss Kou to eat crispy duck, but I haven't had a chance. ”

"Is it the crispy duck made by Aunt Gui?" Under the leafy tree, Xin Yu raised his head slightly and asked.

The man's eyes were like transparent black jade, looking clean and warm: "Well, it's a crispy duck made by Aunt Gui." ”

"I'm afraid it won't work today, and I'll try to eat it on next rest day."

Xin Yumu saw He Qingxiao ride away, returned to another house near the bookstore to change back into men's clothes, and went to the street where the painting was set up by the edict.

It was noon, and the gray-clad and cloth-shoed stall owner was drowsy in the shade of the tree, and the front of the stall was empty. The streets are also sparsely populated, far from being as lively as in the picture.

Xin Yu simply went to the teahouse and watched the street by the window. Until the sun was obscured by wisps of white clouds, a gust of wind rose, and the number of people on the street gradually increased.

The painter looked like he had woken up, rubbed his eyes and walked to the stall.

Xin Yu looked far away, and saw the two of them running towards this side one after the other.

Here it comes.

Xin Yu immediately settled the bill and walked out of the teahouse quickly.

The two men ran closer, and the people running in front of them avoided the pedestrians, and the people chasing behind followed and dodged, knocking over the stalls as in the picture.

"Stop!" Seeing that the two of them continued to run, they hurried to chase after them, and they were stepping on a rolling pen, and the whole person fell forward.

A hand reached out and held him up: "Be careful. ”

The painter waited for the edict to settle down, and when he saw the expression of the young man holding him, he suddenly changed: "Xin-thank you!" ”

He changed his words in time, and his heart was beating wildly.

Why is Xin Zhizhao here?

Xin Zhizhao found out that he was disguised and secretly sold paintings?

At that moment, Xin Yu saw shock and vigilance, as well as panic in the eyes of the painter.

Seeing the reaction of the painting to be edicted, Xin Yu inexplicably felt that he couldn't get involved in those things.

I'm too uncalm when it comes to the facts.

Of course, whether it is for He Yushi or for painting the edict, this is only a judgment through contact. She wouldn't let go of her investigation into the two until the person's identity was fully confirmed.

"Is Uncle alright?" Xin Yu let go of his hand.

"It's okay, it's okay." Seeing that the young man only had concern on his face, he calmed down a lot, "Thank you just now." ”

This time the thank you is much more sincere.

"It's all on the ground." Xin Yu looked at the things on the ground with a look of pity, and bent down to pick it up.

"Don't get your little brother's hands dirty, I'll do it myself." Painting and waiting for the edict to pick up the pen and ink cups and bowls that fell to the ground.

The spilled paint stained the hand of the painting, but he didn't care, just whispered: "It's all broken......"

Xin Yu silently helped the painting to pack up the things that could still be used.

The suspicion that the painting was born at the beginning of the painting was completely dispelled by the colleagues who saw through the disguise, and thanked him again and again.

"Is Uncle a painter?"

"yes."

"What is Uncle good at drawing?" Xin Yu saw that the painting was waiting for the edict with paint on his hands, and he wanted to wipe it on his body and gave up at a loss, so he handed over a handkerchief.

The muslin handkerchief was folded squarely, and at first glance it was new.

"I can't do it." As soon as the painting was to be edicted, the paint was thrown onto the sleeve of Xin Yu's shirt.

The painting was dumbfounded.

He can't afford it!

"It's fine." Xin Yu wiped the sleeve of his shirt with the handkerchief in his hand, and then handed it over, "Uncle wipe your hands, otherwise you will get it everywhere." ”

The painting was answered, and while wiping his hands, he answered Xin Yu's question just now: "I'm good at drawing people." ”

"Then uncle, draw me a picture."

"Little brother really wants to paint?" Looking at the good-tempered young man, he really couldn't connect him with the identity of the adopted son of the former queen.

Xin Yu blinked: "Could it be that a painting is very expensive?" ”

"It's not expensive, a painting only costs one or two silver."

One or two silver, the painting skill of waiting for the edict with painting can be said to be too cheap, but the street stalls are different.

For ordinary people, this is a sky-high price.

Worried about scaring Xin Yu away, the painter said cautiously: "One or two silver is really not expensive." ”

This is the bottom line that he can't lower anymore, otherwise he would rather starve to death and die poor!

"Uncle draws so well, one or two silver is really not expensive."

The painter thought that Xin Yu was saying kind words, but saw her pick up a piece of paper and gently dust off the ashes on it.

It is a group portrait of a random sketch of pedestrians when he is bored in the morning, and the demeanor of a person is vivid and profound.

The painting waits for the edict to look at the young man brushing away the dust of the painting paper, and suddenly his eyes are hot.

"Uncle, please put pen to paper." Xin Yu picked up Xiao Mazha and sat down.

The painter nodded, spread out the drawing paper, and sketched the appearance of the boy little by little.

It didn't take long for a figure painting to be completed.

"Alright." Painting waits for the edict to breathe a sigh of relief.

Since setting up a stall to sell paintings, he hasn't been so serious for a long time.

"Can Uncle give me a word?" Xin Yu points to the blank space of the picture.

The painting was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay." ”