Yang Guogong waved his hand weakly, not looking at the monk's face, but also at the Buddha's face Pei Jingning, "It's only one day, let's talk about it in a few days." ”

"Yes, Duchy."

On the second day, Yeats moved from Yang Yanbin's study to the studio, and from the studio to the living room, following the traces of his life.

Yang Yanbin is the youngest son, the son is healthy and quite stylish, and he has won the heart of Yang Guogong, he cannot inherit the title, it stands to reason that Yang Shizi will not harm the younger brother of a mother's compatriots, and the biggest stake is excluded.

The second is the battle for favor between the female relatives of the house, and at present, Yang Yanbin is clean and self-conscious, addicted to calligraphy and painting, and has no time for women, and is also excluded from women.

Will you inadvertently offend someone and be killed? Yang Guogong's Mansion is a first-class Duke's Mansion, and if you offend people, others are afraid of offending Yang's Mansion, and no one dares to find the stubble of Yang's Mansion, right?

So what could it be?

Peer jealousy?

Yeats walked to the unfinished green picture of the rivers and mountains, and remembered a famous work left by a certain dynasty - a picture of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains, which is said to have been made by an eighteen-year-old boy court painter, after the completion of this work, the eighteen-year-old boy disappeared, some people say that he died after the painstaking painting, and some people say that he can no longer make a work beyond this painting in his life, so he threw away the brush and retired to the rivers and lakes.

Could it be that Yang Yanbin's lack of health is also related to his obsession with paintings? Can being too involved break a person's body?

Suddenly, Yeats let go of his chin and exclaimed, "Mobao......"

"Lord Ye-" Yang Yanbin's personal servant Mobao hurriedly ran to his side.

"Do you still have any ink and paint for your son-in-law?"

Mo Bao was stunned for a moment, "It's all there, what's wrong, Lord Ye?" ”

"Find them all, I'm going to use them."

The marriage in the Guogong Mansion is over, everything is back to normal, how should people live or how to live.

Hao never had a good night's sleep again, and every day he either woke up from a nightmare or had a nightmare, in which the aristocratic lady either pulled the corner of her clothes to prevent her from leaving, or turned into a ghost to eat her.

Her mother changed seven temples to burn high incense in seven days, and Hao's nightmare still didn't stop, and the whole person collapsed with a sigh of relief.

"Lian'er, what's wrong with you?" Hao's old lady was so frightened that her soul was about to fall, "What evil did you bump into?" If you have three long and two short, how can you let your mother live! ”

Hao Shi stared blankly at Fang Liang, his eyes motionless, like a living dead.

In the room of the black hole, Yang Guogong stood in front of his young son's coffin and muttered to himself: "Bin'er, it's not that my father is ruthless and doesn't let you go to the underworld with your daughter-in-law to live a happy life, my father is really unwilling, my father is unwilling to ......."

Talking and talking, Yang Guogong lay on his son's coffin and cried silently, his good son, born like a glutinous rice dumpling lovely, since he was a child, he knew that he loved his father and mother, he didn't cry or make trouble, even when he was hungry, he would only babble twice, well-behaved and distressing, the more he grew up, the smarter he became, whether it was learning or learning etiquette, he was as smart as snow, he was a little prodigy, who in Beijing didn't praise a sentence 'Grandpa Guo is so blessed', Bin'er is the treasure he holds in the palm of his hand and puts it in his heart!

How...... How...... Yang Guogong couldn't help himself with sadness.

It wasn't until dark that Yang Guogong walked from the room of the black hole to the dark corridor, and his voice was gloomy: "The one surnamed Ye is still letting the little mouse try the paint?" ”

"Yes, Grandpa Guo, it's been seven days."

"How's that little mouse doing?"

The little guy wiped the sweat from his brain, "Back to ...... Grandpa Guo, little ...... The little mouse is dead! ”

The gloomy Yang Guogong seemed to have been struck by lightning, "You...... What do you say......"

It took seven days for Yeats to ask him to be invited, and when Pei Jingning went to Yang Yanbin's study, the little mouse was smoking animals in a cardboard box, and after struggling for half an hour, he swallowed his breath.

He raised his eyes, "The pigment is poisonous?" ”

Yeats nodded, "Yes, sir." ”

Pei Jingning frowned: "Someone poisoned the paint?" ”

Yeats shook his head, "Lord Hui, is the stone blue itself poisonous?" ”

"How is that possible?" Bai Lang asked a question for their master, "There are so many people in this world who can draw, I haven't heard that painting has lost my life." ”

Yeats smiled helplessly, "Uncle Qin, tell Master Pei what you heard recently." ”

"Yes, yes." Qin Dachuan respectfully took a step forward, "I inquired about the literati and craftsmen who have been proficient in painting in the capital in the past thirty years, although one of the dozen or twenty will die, and the cause of death may not be because the paint is poisonous, but there are indeed many literati who are stunned by painting." ”

There are many natural pigments that are indeed poisonous in themselves, which has been proven in later generations.

Pei Jingning looked at Yeats and asked what he meant?

Yeats replied: "Back to my lord, many natural colors contain deadly toxins, such as limestone (azurite, the main pigment of green landscape painting), which is easy to produce toxic substances to invade the human body, causing people to have symptoms such as lack of energy, nightmares, insomnia, headaches, and severe cases of fatigue, loss of appetite, nausea, bloating, abdominal pain, diarrhea and even death. ”

After speaking, look at the dead guinea pig.

Yang Guogong stepped into his son's study, "You mean that my son's death was entirely due to his hobby of painting?" ”

How is it possible, Yang Guogong didn't believe it when he was killed, "There are so many people in this world who love to paint, and even many of them are long-lived people, how can paint kill people?" ”

Yeats admitted, "Grandpa Guo is right. ”

"Then what did you just babble about?"

A first-class grandfather actually said rude words like a woman. What could Yeats say?

Pei Jingning glanced at the dead little mouse, "Don't worry about anything, behind you is Dali Temple, it's me Pei." After speaking, he looked directly at Yeats's palm-sized face.

The eyes are facing each other.

Her eyes were very bright, like a clear spring, clear and clear, as bright as stars, as if she had seen everything through.

This is not an easy case.

Pei Jingning's sharp eyes seemed to penetrate her thoughts, and an undoubted look appeared on Leng Jun's face, "No matter who it is, as long as you find the murderer, I can handle it." ”

Yang Guogong subconsciously trembled, could it be ...... Could it be......

Before his gaze swept to the eldest son behind him, Yeats stopped, "Returning to China, Grandpa should not be from the house." ”

"Who's that?" Yang Guogong, who almost fell into the abyss, was extremely surprised, and dared to harm his Yang family and break him into ten thousand pieces.

Yeats shook his head, "I don't know who it is?" ”

I don't know if it's not from the house, this conclusion? Yang Guogong glanced at Pei Jingning before he got angry, suppressed the anger in the young man's faint gaze, and held it in his heart in one breath.

As a first-class prince, he has never suffered such humiliation.

"Then how do you know that you're not from the house?" Yang Shizi asked questions for everyone.

Yeats said: "In the past seven days, while experimenting with mice, I also learned about the life of Yang Xiaogongzi from Mobao...... To be exact, the habit of painting ......"

Yang Guogong burned his anger on the personal servant, "What is there to hide from me?" "A pair of eyes can eat people.

"Minions should be damned...... Minions should be damned......" Mobao kowtowed in fright, and blood flowed.