As soon as the rags in the pink-clothed girl's mouth were removed, she quickly returned to her expression, since the person who wore her soul was the second lady of the Lin Mansion, her status was not as high as the aunt next to this noble lady, and she kept saying that it was the order of the master mother, presumably this dignified and luxurious woman was "her" mother.

"Mother, my brain is in water, and if it weren't for your old man sending someone to look for me, I would have thought I was a wandering beggar on the street. Lin Weiran said nonsense, touching the bruises on his hands, and really felt that the second lady of the Lin Mansion was not as good as a beggar on the street, not to mention that those little girls were beaten wildly when they saw her running, not to mention this aunt Zeng, a loyal servant with a face must be a difficult master to mess with.

"Lin Weiran, are you still pretending?" for fear that the matter of his attempted murder of his sister would reach the ears of the elders of Shuijie Tianshan, Lin Dixiu could no longer control it, his heart collapsed, he had already drawn his sword in his hand, and pointed angrily, "I can't frame me, but now I have played a drama of pretending to be crazy and stupid." ”

"Hey, you maid should also pick someone in your temper, and dare to draw a sword against your second miss in front of your mother?" Seeing that she was dressed elegantly but was so arrogant, she didn't have to think much about it to know that Lin Weiran must have suffered a lot from her before, but unfortunately she was a modern person, and she didn't have the kind of humility that she had to grovel to who in her mind, "Mother, my daughter still thinks it's better for your old man to drive this maid out of the house." ”

As she spoke, she stepped forward and pulled the sleeves of the housemother's embroidered butterfly love flowers, and looked at the silent housemother innocently with a pair of big eyes, Lin Dixiu finally couldn't help it, and shouted angrily: "How dare you let my mother drive me out of the house? Lin Weiran, you are going to have itchy skin if you don't get beaten for a day, right?"

Lin Dixiu saw the power of her waste sister within a day, first she planned to ruin her immortal cultivation career, and now she pretended to be crazy and stupid in an attempt to occupy her position in the Lin family? Anger had already burned her heart, and without thinking about it, she reached out and dragged Lin Weiran aside from her mother. Who knows, Lin Weiran was stunned and fell backwards, knocked on the railing and hung his head and fainted.

"Butterfly, don't be impulsive. The housemother grabbed her daughter's hand, and the butterfly love flower that fell to her ears on her head shook with her head, and in an instant she gave Aunt Zeng on the side a look, "Let's take her back to that person's courtyard." ”

"Hmph, Lin Weiran's little hooves are clearly pretended," After Aunt Zeng helped the man walk away, Lin Dixiu was so angry that she shook her sleeve fiercely, even her mother covered up that waste like this, she was still a little unhappy in her heart, "Mother, why did you spare her so easily?"

The mistress gently pinched her cheek with her hand, smiled dotingly as she did when she was a child, and said, "Die'er, you may be confused, right? Lin Weiran is fine, won't you be able to sleep peacefully?"

Yes, she just patronized and quarreled with that waste sister, since she is not dead, Lin Weiran will not be reasonable even if she talks about the affairs of the back mountain, not to mention, who would believe that the daughter of the Lin family will go back and kill a waste when she adds water to the disciples of Tianshan Mountain?

"It's my daughter who is confused. Lin Dixiu thought about it, and vaguely felt that something was wrong, "Mother, do you think that slut is a little different from before, she just looked at me as if she really didn't recognize me, will it ......?"

"Whether she really has amnesia or pretends to have amnesia, she can't threaten my Butterfly's future in the slightest. The housewife obviously guessed what she was thinking, and stroked her head like a child, but in her heart, she began to be wary of Lin Weiran, whose temperament had changed drastically, and rabbits would bite people when they were in a hurry, let alone people.

On the lively street, there is a teahouse that is more popular with the people than the casino, and the storyteller in it not only speaks well, but also makes people flow endlessly, because the teahouse is a good place to talk about right and wrong. It is said that the owner of the teahouse has a very big background, and even the emperor of the current dynasty has to give three points of courtesy when he sees it, so as long as he abides by the rules in the teahouse - don't talk about right and wrong when you go out of the tavern, even if you are found by the government, you don't have to worry.

In the tavern, there was a shocking shot, and the sentence "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next breakdown." As soon as it fell, the idle people in it had already started their daily gossip, and the storyteller also joined in their conversation as soon as he got off the stage.

"Sir, sit, sit. An aunt took away her teacup, gave way to the storyteller, picked up a handful of melon seeds and began to mumble while sipping, "I heard that the female beggar who was chasing by the little maid in the Lin Mansion yesterday was the second lady of the Lin Mansion, and I have long heard that her cultivation is blocked, and her mother's identity is not seen, and now she is even driven crazy by the Lin Mansion of the Fengzhu Villa." ”

"But isn't it, I heard that this second lady hasn't even recognized her biological mother since she came back yesterday, and even the doctor can't see why, nine times out of ten she has amnesia. A middle-aged man picked up the teacup and shook his head, "Hey, what a sin." ”

"Isn't her status even inferior to the maid in the Lin Mansion?

"Therefore, Mr. is worthy of being a storyteller, in a word. The middle-aged man leaned forward, for fear of being listened to by others, but forgot that this was a good place to talk about right and wrong, "My cousin is a small servant for the Lin Mansion, and he also overheard the maid of the Lin Mansion discussing, saying that the two young ladies have changed their temperament greatly since that day, Yun Niang was afraid that her daughter would have some strange illness and had to go to ask the master mother to find a doctor, I heard that this forehead was broken." ”

"I see. The storyteller nodded, squinting a pair of crooked eyes, clearly dressed as a middle-aged man, but there were few wrinkles on his face, and only the beard at the corner of his mouth made the listeners feel that he was middle-aged.

"There are people who use the protection of the teahouse to do business, and these days, they really dare to make any money. When the aunt saw the melon seed shell in her hand thrown to the ground, she glanced at the young man selling paintings at the next table with disgust.

"Oh?" the storyteller moved his squinted eyes to the next table when he heard this, the man was discussing the price with a young man, and it was not worth his more looks, but when he saw the portrait, he suddenly opened his eyes, "Wait, Childe's painting technique is very novel." ”

"Oh, it's still this son's knowledge. Lin Weiran, who was dressed as a man and specially put on a man's makeup, immediately took back the picture scroll in the hand of the boy and handed it to the storyteller, "You deserve the portrait of Miss Lin Fu, who is elegant, noble, unparalleled, and beautiful." ”

Hearing the man mention "Miss Lin", a blue-clothed young man in the private room upstairs finally turned his head to look downstairs, only to feel that the person who fell down was ordinary-looking, short and thin, but a pair of thief's eyes were full of calculation. The young man in blue put down the tea cup in his hand and quietly looked at the man selling paintings downstairs.

How did the painter know that someone had already set his sights on her, she only hoped that the son in front of her could buy the portrait, and she would be able to eat sweets every day, thinking that she would be able to buy osmanthus candy, walnut cake, and chestnut cake in a while...... I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

Yesterday, it was also expedient for her to pretend to be dizzy, she never thought that her mother Yunniang would knock her head in front of the main mother's courtyard in order to ask for a doctor for her, but their mother and daughter were only in name only in the Lin Mansion, and their status was not as good as that of a maid, so they were thrown into a deserted two-bedroom house in the backyard of the Lin Mansion, so that they were self-reliant, and the problem of food and clothing had become a problem, and the mother would rather have a headache on her forehead than be reluctant to take the silver to buy medicine. Therefore, she had to take advantage of the night to sneak into her father's study, take some four treasures of the study, and paint three portraits of Lin Diexiu to exchange money.

"I've seen a lot of figure paintings, but it's the first time I've seen them so realistic, and this fragrance is ...... It turned out to be the botanical fragrance of flowers and plants," Mr. Storyteller put the painting close to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, nodded again and again, his eyes were full of approval, just when Lin Weiran thought that he was fascinated by Lin Die's embroidery beauty, he squinted his eyes again, "Dare to ask Brother Tai, how did you paint the skin of this character so brightly like a peach and plum?"

"Those who have hands and feet don't go to cultivate immortals and protect their homes, but they have such painting skills as a spiritual painter in vain," the aunt looked down on this young man who sold paintings even more, as soon as Mr. Storyteller's words came out, just when they were talking about those things, he turned his face and glared at Mr. Storyteller, "You men really don't have any serious ones." ”

"How can this aunt speak?" Before the person concerned could speak, Lin Weiran slapped his palm on the table in anger, tilting his head and looking down at the aunt angrily, "Painting is also a craft to make money to keep myself alive, how can I talk about protecting my family and defending the country if I can't live myself?" Also, this painting took several hours...... It took several hours to complete, which belongs to labor and labor, who is more idle than you gnawing melon seeds, auntie?"

Sure enough, once a person is cornered, he can do anything, he sells portraits here today and will set fire to people for money tomorrow, and she doesn't seem to be doing well. Thinking of this, the blue-clothed young man upstairs held the scabbard engraved with the winged double snake totem on the table, but there was no change on his handsome and calm face.

"You ......" the aunt was said to be red-faced, knowing the crooked reasoning but unable to find a reason to refute it.

"Also, this boy is just curious and asked a few more words, if you also think that this painting is as realistic as a real person, next time I will bring you a few portraits of beautiful men, why bother to be so aggressive to disrupt my business?"

"Is this painting from Brother Tai?" asked the storyteller the question he wanted to know the most.

"Trade secrets, no comment. ”

Lin Weiran took the silver tael in his hand, turned around and disappeared into the right and wrong teahouse, and at the same time as her, the man in blue who held the sword scabbard of the winged double snake totem in the private room upstairs disappeared at the same time.

"Stop. ”

Lin Weiran, who finally made a lot of money, just gnawed a piece of osmanthus candy and walked through a street corner, and was put on her neck with a scabbard from behind, and the cold breath on the hilt of the sword went from her neck to the soles of her feet, which frightened her white teeth, and half of the osmanthus candy in her mouth was crushed at her feet.