Eaglewood Crumbs Chapter 36: Portrait

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Less than half an hour after Liu Weiyang and Luo Yue were in the same room, Shuixian poked her head in from outside and smiled shyly: "Who is Master Yu Mo? Master Liu invited him over. ."

Yu Mo stood up, and listened to Shuixian again: "Daddy asked me to tell you that he would like to thank you for your kindness. I am afraid that this marriage will have to be postponed for a while. If you feel bored, , You can walk around, but don’t go too far, the forest in front is a bit dangerous."

Yan Dan watched Shuixian and Yu Mo walk away, holding the tea cup with a smile: "Young Master Liu really has a hand, so soon I have settled Master Taishan. Not only are we not treating us as murderers, they should also thank you. ." Liu Weiyang has always been taciturn, and he has a kind of convincing power to say something occasionally. Yan Dan knew that it was because others saw his temperament that every sentence he said was the truth, but in fact he was deceived by Palace Master Liu and didn't know it.

Tang Zhou walked to the door, then looked back and asked: "Would you like to go outside with me?"

Yan Dan also feels that there is no benefit to staying in the house to get moldy, so he nodded: "Okay."

The two walked side by side along the stream for a while, and Tang Zhou suddenly stopped and put his hand on her neck, which was exposed outside the collar: "What is this?"

Yan Dan felt vaguely itchy when he touched him like this, so he squatted by the stream and took a photo. The stream was clear, faintly reflecting a little red on her neck. Yan Dan supported his cheeks and was very puzzled: "I didn't have it yesterday. Did a bug crawl in and bit me after I fell asleep?"

Tang Zhou was silent for a moment, then suddenly lowered and pulled her shoulders. Yan Dan was originally squatting, but when he was suddenly pulled like this, he had to maintain an extremely difficult posture and watched Tang Zhou bow his head.

"Tang Zhou, you can't bite me even if you are hungry!"

Tang Zhou loosened his hand, compared the two traces in detail, nodded and said: "It's really different."

Yan Dan fluttered twice, clutching her neck and was very sad: "Of course it is different. If you want to compare, bit yourself!" Even if she is not a mortal but a demon, she only has such a skin look. How to use it after biting it?

Tang Zhou brushed his sleeves and looked down at her: "If I want to compare myself, I can't bite my neck, right?"

Yan Dan hummed twice and muttered to herself: "Why do I think you did it on purpose..." She turned her head and looked at the other side, only to see a figure of a young man getting closer and holding her hand. With a scroll of paintings, the boy is Nan Zhao. She remembered the last time she was still waiting to train Nan Zhao to be a man of indomitable strength while the iron was hot, but she was interrupted by Liu Weiyang without saying a few words. He is right now.

Yan Dan jumped directly from one side of the stream to the other, beckoning: "Nan Zhao!"

Nan Zhao was startled, his hand shook, and the scroll fell to the ground with a splash. Yan Dan saw that he was holding the painting before. This painting seemed to be his treasure, so he brushed his clothes quickly and attached the scroll to his hand.

Yan Dan glanced hurriedly, and saw that the rice paper mounted on the scroll was somewhat yellowed. The woman in the painting was wearing a light lake-colored ice silk shirt with a pair of shallow pear vortices at the corners of her mouth, and her eyebrows were curved. On the moon, his eyes were like water, and he smiled happily, his expression was agile, as if he would suddenly jump out of the paper.

She returned the painting to Nan Zhao, and asked casually: "Look at you so precious this painting, who is the person on this painting?" When she first saw it, she felt like Nong Cui The girls are similar in six to seven points.

Nan Zhao hugged the painting, thanked me politely, and then said: "This is a portrait of my mother. I'm afraid of getting damp, and seeing the day is good, I want to take it out and dry it."

Yan Dan thought for a while, the woman in this painting is too young, about the appearance of Nan Zhao's mother when she was young. The mother who wanted to come to Nan Zhao has passed away, so he can only look at the portraits and see things and people. She has been in contact with Nan Zhao a few times, and actually likes this weak and sincere boy very much in her heart.

"Your mother is so beautiful."

Nan Zhao smiled shyly: "My mother was still a famous beauty in our clan when she was young."

"Hey, don't you still want to show your paintings, just go quickly." Yan Dan gave him a way and watched him hug the paintings and walk over. After Nan Zhao walked out of the road for a while, a young man in jinyi suddenly rushed out of Xiali and slammed on him. Nan Zhao shook his body, almost falling down, but still hugged the painting tightly.

The young man bumped him to the ground, then pulled the scroll in his hand, squeezed it in his hand and looked at it, coldly said: "This kind of woman is a shame to our Luoyue people. What is this portrait for?" He put his hands hard, actually posing as if he wanted to tear the painting in half.

Yan Dan looked anxiously. If the person came at her, she would have at least a hundred ways to fix him, but that person was just for painting. It's hard to guarantee that you won't use too much force to tear the painting in half. While he was in a hurry, Tang Zhou's figure flashed, and he simply put a point on the man's arm holding the painting, acupuncture, grabbing the painting, and landing in one go.

Yan Dan finally determined one thing. Whether it was their demon or Luo Yueren, it turned out that there was acupuncture point.

Tang Zhou clinging to the picture scroll, gently rolled it up, frowned inadvertently while doing these things, and then handed the picture to Nan Zhao's hand. He looked down at the young man who was sitting on the ground, and said lightly: "If you want to tear this portrait, it's not your turn."

The young man's face was blue, and after holding back for a while, he finally uttered a sentence: "Are you, a mortal?"

Yan Dan was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Luo Yue people looked down on mortals.

The young man pointed at Nan Zhao, courageously: "One of you is a mortal, the other is a mortal wild species, but one of your nostrils is out of breath!"

Tang Zhou frowned slightly, but his expression remained the same as usual.

Nan Zhao lowered his neck, raised his head suddenly after a while, and said loudly: "My father is a mortal, but he is a good person, so my mother will fall in love with him!" He clenched his fist, anxiously His face flushed as he spoke.

Yan Dan couldn't help thinking, Nan Zhao's momentum really didn't need her to do anything more to teach him to be an upright man.

The young man took a deep look at them, then turned and walked away.

Nan Zhao held the lost and recovered painting and said to Tang Zhou: "Thank you Brother Tang. Most people don't like mortals. Yilan is the eldest son of the patriarch, so he said some rude words. Please don't mind Brother Tang. "

Tang Zhou nodded slightly, raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "I won't remember it."

Yan Dan just sighed as he watched Nan Zhao's back disappear: "Luo Yue people have a deep conception of the clan. I am afraid that Nan Zhao has suffered a lot."

Tang Zhou thoughtfully said, "I just saw that portrait, and I always feel...the people in the painting are a bit strange and evil..."

Yan Dan thought about it again, but couldn't think of how a portrait could be wicked, and said with certainty: "Luo Yue people were born a little different from mortals. You must have read it wrong."

When Yan Dan walked around and returned to the house where he was staying, he saw Yu Mo was already sitting at the table waiting for her. He supported Yi with one hand and frowned slightly, as if thinking of something inexplicable, even if she approached him.

Yan Dan played with a protruding heart, gently moved around behind him, about to press his hands on his shoulders, suddenly saw Yu Mo leaning back, and quickly clasped her wrists unparalleledly. Yan Dan was startled, a bit unable to hold his feet, struggled twice to no avail, and finally fell on Yu Mo.

She was stupid. Yu Mo didn't expect this to happen. She didn't respond for a while.

Yan Dan stared at him for a moment, only to hear Yu Mo lightly cough, and whispered: "Did you go out for a stroll?"

Yan Dan was still a little unresponsive, and he responded vaguely, thinking in his heart, shouldn't Yu Mo push her away at this moment?

Yu Mo looked at the two marks on her neck, suddenly stretched out his hand to press on the back of her neck, pressed his forehead against her, and the tip of her nose lightly touched, and slowly said: "Yan Dan."

Yan Dan only felt that the cold hair was standing upright, thinking over and over again, what does he want to do? Are you telling your heartfelt feelings or planning to kiss her? If it is the previous one, should she agree or decline, or be vague? If it's the one at the back, should she stay still, or just knock a teacup on his head?

After a while, I only listened to Yu Mo slowly speaking: "Palace Master Liu said that he has one thing he can't understand. In the demon world, things that appear should be seen by at least half of us. But before You haven’t seen it, and I haven’t seen it. Tang Zhou is a mortal and would never have seen it."

Yan Dan asked in a daze, "What do you want to say?"

"Actually, I don’t think it’s a big deal. If you’ve seen it, you might as well say it. It’s no fault of you."

Yan Dan understood, and clumsily climbed down from him: "So you wanted to say this... I said, how could it be... No! Yu Mo, don't go too far! Don't slander him for no reason. I, I have absolutely, never seen Shaantian! I have never seen it, what do you want me to say directly?!"

Yu Mo smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I haven't seen it before, why are you so excited?"

Yan Dan was dumbfounded, then gritted her teeth and said nothing. She would never tell the scandal she had made just now.

He stood up long, and suddenly said, "Do you still want to go for a walk now? The one who died violently last night was stabbed to death by a sword in the chest. I was planning to go to Yizhuang to see Look."

The sword drew from the chest to the ribs, the initial strength was gone, and finally only a shallow mark was made.

When Yan Dan and Yu Mo arrived at Yizhuang, Liu Weiyang was already one step early, standing beside the coffin with his positive and negative hands. He heard the sound of footsteps behind him, without even lifting his head, Gu Zi stretched his hand into the coffin, raised the arm of the corpse, and stretched out his stiff fingers to take a look.

In this situation and circumstances, Yan Dan actually wanted to jokingly say, Liu Gongzi, you really are very concerned about this matter, after all, this is still about your lifelong event. Unexpectedly, when she saw Liu Weiyang turning her head blankly, the words turned to her mouth and swallowed immediately.

She was still not fat enough after all.

Yu Mo took the first two steps and asked in a low voice: "How?"

Liu Weiyang shook his head slightly and said in a low voice: "The wound is uneven, and the depth is uneven. It seems that the sword is very blunt, a bit like the one that has not been opened."

When Yu Mo heard the words, he pondered for a moment: "If it's a sword that hasn't been shot, and it's a frontal stab at the wife, then this murderer's kung fu should be very good, but looking at the strength of the sword, it looks like that person His skills are very average... Brother Liu, according to you, this murderer should be someone familiar with the wife?"

Liu Weiyang nodded, and said: "This is just speculation, it's still uncountable."

Yan Dan walked to the edge of the coffin, leaned on the edge of the wood and looked down, and saw that the woman lying in the coffin was some years old, with a few shallow wrinkles on the corners of her eyes, and she looked like Nan Zhao The mother is somewhat similar. Nanzhao and Nongcui and Shui Nong are close relatives, so their mothers should also be sisters. No wonder they look alike.

She had seen a mortal corpse undergoing an autopsy, and she reached out to break the chin of the corpse, who knew she was caught by Yu Mo before he touched it. Yu Mo looked at her helplessly: "What do you want to do?"

Yan Dan answered as it should be: "A post-mortem."

Yu Mo raised his finger and pressed it against his forehead, feeling helpless: "This is not your turn. A doctor of the Luo Yue clan had carefully looked at it before, whether it was the wife’s mouth or nails, or even I even checked my hair, and there are no traces."

Yan Dan let out a cry, and regrettably withdrew his hand.

While they were talking, a slender figure walked into the Yizhuang. Yan Dan heard the footsteps and looked back subconsciously, only to see Nong Cui of the Luo Yue clan coming in. Without squinting her eyes, she greeted Liu Weiyang, with a smile on her face and a soft voice: "I went to find you, but you were not there. I asked someone else to know that you came to Yizhuang."

Liu Weiyang gave her a noncommittal glance, and said nothing.

"Don't be so cold all the time. When my mother's funeral is over, I will marry you." Nong Cui stretched out her hand to pull the other's wrist. Who knew she hadn't met yet, Liu Weiyang suddenly caught her neck with a hand and said indifferently: "Ms. passed away last night. Since you were the first to arrive, what did you see?"

Yan Dan was speechless. She knew that Liu Weiyang was a little taciturn, but she didn't expect him to be so rude.

Nong Cui raised her hand to break his fingers, her pretty face flushed with suffocation, and she said with difficulty: "I...no..."

Liu Weiyang slowly let go of his hand: "Don't tell me, do you really think that you can stop me with Luo Yue people?"

Nong Cui coughed violently while covering her neck, raised her sleeves and wiped the tears from her eyes, and suddenly stood up straight, with a flame burning in her eyes: "Since I have seen you, I only have It’s just a Xuanxiang. I’m thinking about you, what’s wrong with this?" She finally glanced at Yan Dan and Yu Mo who had become decorations on the side, smiled slightly and said, "Miss Yan, do you think I said These words are shameless, not reserved?"

Yan Dan didn't expect that she would ask herself, and said awkwardly: "The folk customs are different."

Nong Cui raised her face, looked directly at Liu Weiyang, and said without hesitation: "I know you don't like being persecuted. To this day, you are no longer the Xuanxiang you used to be. Your place. And I also know that you can't wait to leave here right away, so in this matter, I did conceal some words from your father and them. It's just because, I want to keep you. Your Royal Highness Xuan Xiang-no matter what you are Isn’t it? If you want to leave, I will tell all the people that you are the one who killed my mother."

Liu Weiyang was expressionless, but his sleeves moved slightly, already holding the jade flute in green.

Nong Cui didn't even see Liu Weiyang's subtle movements, and said to herself: "Last night, when I arrived, my mother still had a little breath. She told me that this is a curse. I was originally I want to ask more clearly, but my mother can't hold it anymore. She just said that this is a curse."