When the carriage arrived at the door of Ke's house, Jiang Fuyuan knocked on the roof of the car, and let the steamed buns and Xiaopang nested on it go home first, and she and Zhong Yongfeng went back to the general's mansion together.

The steamed bun jumped on the wall, watched the carriage turn at the intersection and disappear into the vast night, it curiously looked for the little fat gossip: "Do you think that the master wakes up this time, we may have to ...... more"

It paused, tilted its head and asked, "What shall we call him?" Husband? ”

Chubby was speechless: "Let you learn more human vocabulary, how can you have the title of master." ”

Mantou was unconvinced: "Then what do you say we should call him?" ”

Xiaopang thought for a moment and said to himself: "I see that the guys in those shops call the boss's daughter-in-law the boss's wife, the owner is our boss, and the boss's husband should be called ......"

The steamed bun was full of confidence and immediately replied: "I know!" Call the boss daddy! ”

Chubby: "......"

Fortunately, Jiang Fuyuan had already returned to the General's Mansion with Zhong Yongfeng, and no one heard the conversation between a ghost and a beast, otherwise she would have rewarded them with a few big pockets on the spot.

Dad called out, and jumped directly from the Sweet Pet Theater to the Ethics Theater, right?

In the General's Mansion at midnight, everyone else slept except for the servants who watched the night at the gate.

Zhong Yongfeng stopped the practice of the servants on duty to inform the housekeeper, and only carried the lantern in one hand and led Jiang Fuyuan to his study in the other.

There are two study rooms in the General's Mansion, one is used for pretending on the surface, and the other is at the back of the General's bedroom, blocked by a secret small door.

Tonight, Jiang Fukite became the first guest of this study.

Or rather, the second master.

Jiang Fuyuan walked to the desk and looked curiously. On the table, there are neat and neat four treasures of the study, and on the right hand side are some danqing pigments, judging from the state of consumption, it is known that their owners often use them.

"You're still danqing?" Jiang Fuyuan was rarely interested, "What are you painting, give me an appreciation?" ”

Zhong Yongfeng was restrained and uneasy from the moment he entered the study, his eyes kept following Jiang Fuyuan's movements, and when he saw her focus on the danqing paint, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Hearing Jiang Fuyuan's words, he pursed his lips, and only after doing thousands of times of construction in his heart did he grit his teeth and open the cabinet door next to the desk.

As soon as he opened the cabinet door, Jiang Fuyuan saw a large stack of scrolls.

Zhong Yongfeng took out all the scrolls as if he were at home, and said in a low voice: "This is my last secret......"

He pulled out the scroll and unfolded it one by one, and Jiang Fuyuan realized that these were all single figure paintings, and she could see at a glance that the person on it was herself.

The movements, demeanor, and temperament are vividly portrayed.

The way she lay on the soft couch to take a nap, the way she drank tea, the way she teased the black cat to feed, the way she lay on the window and was too lazy to move, letting the green silk cascade down......

Each one is her, and the inscription in the corner of the scroll is the words time and Zhong Huifeng.

Jiang Fuyuan looked at it one by one, and she couldn't remember some scenes herself, but every bit of her life was painted by a person with eyes full of her.

There is a picture of her sitting under a tree eating a snack, her eyes squinting and her face full of contentment, her slender white hands resting on the back of a chair.

There should be a man in the painting who is helping her wipe her hands, but Zhong Yongfeng did not paint himself.

Probably in Zhong Yongfeng's eyes, he can't see himself, all he can see is his little phoenix.

Jiang Fuyuan looked at it for a long time, his fingers slid over the scroll, and he wanted to take down a picture, but he twitched, but he didn't twitch.

She looked up at Zhong Yongfeng's hand pressed against the scroll and saw his face flushed in the candlelight.

Jiang Fuyuan squinted, used a little strength in his hand, and finally pulled out the picture scroll.

Blushing like this, could it be some kind of ulterior painting?

She unfolded the scroll and took a look, and a picture of the two kissing appeared in front of her, and the background should be in the Bozhou Mansion.

Jiang Fu Kite: ......

She moved her gaze to the other scrolls that Zhong Jifeng was trying to suppress, and unfolded them one by one.

The second, kissing picture, is located in the courtyard of Ke's house.

The third, the kissing picture, is located in her room.

……

I looked at seven or eight pictures in a row, and all of them were kissing pictures.

Jiang Fuyuan was expressionless and jumped directly to the last picture.

This is not a kissing picture, it is a picture of two figures whose faces cannot be seen clearly in the midst of the surging sea of clouds.

Good guy, I went straight to Wushan.

"I can't see it." Jiang Fuyuan stared at Zhong Yongfeng and commented, "You are still a Danqing Holy Hand." ”

Zhong Yongfeng touched his nose and didn't dare to look at her.

He didn't know when and what month he would be able to recognize the little phoenix in his true identity, so he made these paintings just for his own thoughts, wanting to paint every bit of the two of them.

If one day when the truth is revealed, the little phoenix can't accept his deception and wants to leave him, at least he still has these treasures to make a souvenir, and when he dies, he will take them to the grave as burial goods.

At least that way, when he is laid to rest alone in a hundred years, he will not be so lonely.

Jiang Fuyuan rolled up the painting and threw it on him, turned around and sat down at the desk, supported his chin with one hand and nodded at him in the air with the other: "People can't look good, I just thought you were a sullen coquette, but I didn't expect Ming to be so powerful." ”

Zhong Yongfeng silently pinched the scroll and said in a low voice: "Are you angry? Then I'...... Then I'll burn all the paintings that are out of order......"

can't burn it all, he still wants to keep the picture scroll of the little phoenix.

Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyebrows: "I just said that you were sassy, did you let you burn it?" ”

This can't be rectified by Zhong Yongfeng, he looked at Jiang Fuyuan in a daze and didn't know what to say.

Jiang Fuyuan stood up and walked to his side, and said slowly: "Besides, I don't want you to be troublesome, but ......"

She was so close that she whispered in her ear: "In the future, you can only complain in front of me." ”

Zhong Yongfeng: "...... Yes? ”

Jiang Fuyuan pretended to be angry and complained: "What's the point of just being Danqing, how do you want to just tell me no?" I have to paint these secretly, and I still hide them so deeply. ”

Her slightly cool fingers climbed up to his hot blood-red ears, and her voice was soft and soft: "And the clouds and rain in Wushan, why do you need a beauty like a flower across the clouds?" ”

"Can I help you make it happen...... Are you right, husband? ”

Zhong Yongfeng was in a trance: "You ...... Call me what? ”

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him, and suddenly took a step back to widen the distance between the two.

"Oh no, you're not my husband now." She looked into his eyes, and there was a thick ridicule in her voice, "My husband's name is Ke Xuesheng." ”

Zhong Yongfeng: ......

The little phoenix was absolutely deliberate, deliberately revenge herself for secretly painting her, so she didn't put out the fire and roasted him alive on the fire.

He took a deep breath and said helplessly: "I am ......"

Jiang Fuyuan was faster than him: "No, you're not." ”

She nodded his forehead and said softly: "So the Danqing Holy Hand has to work harder, come on and return my husband to me as soon as possible." ”

"I'm waiting for my husband to come back and marry me again."

Zhong Yongfeng was stunned.

Little Phoenix wants him to marry her.

Let everyone know, as in a dream, that his little phoenix only perches on top of his plane tree.

As soon as he thought of this scene, Zhong Yunfeng's soul began to tremble.

He must catch the culprit of the White Lotus Evil Technique as soon as possible, and turn back into Ke Xuesheng with dignity again. (End of chapter)