Another trouble

Author: Siwu

Another trouble

If you want to go to jail, you must have the consciousness of going to jail.

"Sister, I will make a little sparrow for you, and you will help me draw a picture?"

In the two adjacent cells, Ember and Incandescent were still sitting opposite each other across the wooden railing, and their surrounding situations were similar but different.

Bai Lan was sitting cross-legged, with hay of different lengths scattered around him. He was stroking and knitting with his hands, his fingers moving nimbly.

Yi Yan bent one knee and was surrounded by the other leg bent horizontally. Rice paper was spread on the floor in front of her, some were blank and some were drawn, with dots of ink. On her hand, there were several braided grasshoppers and

Golden cicada.

Yan Yan held the brush in her right hand and flipped it around. Her fingers were equally nimble and she didn't care about the ink dots falling on her body. She tilted her head to watch the movements of Bai Zhi's hand and asked casually: "I'm not a famous artist. You want mine?"

What are you painting for?”

"It's beautiful." Bai Chi said matter-of-factly, "I don't know who the famous artist is, and I can't tell whether his painting skills are good or bad, but I can tell that my sister's paintings are beautiful."

"If it looks good, you can sell it for money!"

Sell ​​for money?

Yi Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "You want to sell my paintings for money?"

"It's an exchange." Bai Lan emphasized.

"Just use these worthless hay?" Yi Yan pointed at it, "You must have a good idea."

It was quite loud.

"How can you say this?" Bai Chi said, "The hay is free, but I worked hard. I worked hard to compile it, and it is valuable. In the same way, my sister's pen, ink, paper and inkstone were provided by Mr. Zhan.

Yes, it’s also free. My sister painted and worked hard, and it’s equally valuable. Since they are almost the same, why can’t the two be exchanged?”

It seems to be something like that, but "you are calling sophistry."

"Hey, that's pretty much it. Just take it as pity that I'm going to jail with my sister to make you feel less lonely?"

Yan Yan chuckled and said, "If you don't know how to speak, say less. Be careful of being beaten later."

"How can I? I'm fine!"

Yi Yan shook his head with a smile, and stopped moving, "That's all, it's not a big deal. If you want to exchange it for money, imitating the style of famous artists is naturally the most suitable. Let me think about what to draw..."

If you want to go to jail, you have to have the consciousness of going to jail.

The news was blocked. Even if you wanted to hear, you couldn't hear what was happening outside the window. No one interrogated or tortured you. The jailers were polite and the food provided was not bad. Duan Qingrong went to the prison at least once a day, and he always visited the prison.

Bringing food and food over here, regardless of the restricted mobility and poor living environment, Ember is not like going to jail, but more like coming to cultivate one's character.

Bai Chi ate and drank along with him, and lived a very comfortable life.

"I haven't been as comfortable here as I have been living outside." Just after finishing his meal, Bai Zhi burped, stroking his belly and sighing with satisfaction.

"I almost don't want to go out."

You have to work for a living when you go out, but here you don’t have to worry about eating and drinking, it’s very leisurely.

Of course he knew it was light stained with embers.

"You can go out now."

Suddenly a jailer came and opened the cell door of the two men.

Bai Chiyi got up and said, "Brother Jailer, can we really go out?"

"Really, let's go."

The jailer looked at Bai Chi with surprise. It was the first time he had seen someone gain weight in prison.

In contrast, the embers, which are equally tasty and drinkable, are just as they came in.

Yan Yan swept away the dust and grass blades stuck to his body, and took the lead to walk out of the cell door. Looking back, he saw that Bai Zhi was still there, stunned, and couldn't help but joked: "You really want to stay here and not get out?"

Bai Chi came back to his senses, jumped up, and rushed out of the door, "Of course not!"

After leaving the cell door, the sun was shining brightly outside, and the transition between light and dark made her eyes close subconsciously. Yi Yan reached out to block it, and it took him a while to get used to it.

Opening his eyes, Zhan Shuyun was dressed in black and was standing with his hands behind his back. Bai Zhi covered his nose and squatted on the ground, screaming. If you look closely, you can see that his eyelashes are slightly wet. I don't know whether it was caused by the light or the light.

It hurt because my nose was hit.

"The investigation was completed in just six days?"

The case involves a bandit camp, and six days is enough for a one-way trip in the direction of Qin'an.

"Of course not, the case has stalled."

It involves a wide range of things, and the stagnation is reasonable.

He is just a suspect in the first place, but there is still no evidence to prove that he is a suspect. Naturally, Dali Temple cannot be kept closed forever, not to mention that the Duan family is involved, so it is only a matter of time before the embers come out.

"Be careful when you go back." Zhan Shuyun suddenly told him.

"Is it because of what happened this time, or is something new happening?"

Naturally, Yi Yan would not think that Zhan Shuyun would give such instructions without any reason.

She prefers the latter.

Sure enough, "Recently, someone in Beijing reported that their daughter was missing and her whereabouts were unknown. After investigation, it was found that women and children also disappeared in towns around Gyeonggi, and the time was earlier. It is currently speculated that the perpetrators are the same."

"There are more than one cases of missing women in Beijing. From ordinary people to rich people, their status is constantly rising, and they are quite rampant."

Committing crimes against the wind is indeed rampant.

"Bring more people with you when you go out."

"I have a secret guard."

Zhan Shuyun glanced at her, "Then why didn't your secret guards take action when we climbed to the Immortal Tower?"

"The secret guards occasionally make mistakes, right?"

"If you want a secret guard, just ask me. I'm very cheap!"

Zhan Shuyun and Yi Yan walked out while talking. Bai Chi hurriedly caught up after he calmed down. Hearing this, he couldn't help but recommend himself.

Yi Yan looked at him, "Are you really relying on me?"

Bai Chi waved his hand, "No, it's just about making money. You contribute the money, I'll do my part, and I'll keep you safe."

At this moment, Bai Can had obviously forgotten the hand that Yu Yan showed at the lantern party.

Yu Yan refused, and Bai Chi talked to Zhan Shuyun again, "Sir, what did you eat when you were growing up, and how did you exercise? When I came out, it was like hitting a wall!"

"It's really hard." Bai Chi commented.

Zhan Shuyun glanced at him calmly, and Bai Chi silently touched his nose and kept silent.

Outside the gate of the Dali Temple government office, Duan Qingrong had already been waiting at the door. After Yu Yan said goodbye, he got on the carriage. Bai Chi shouted loudly: "Sister, my money!"

Naturally, it was the remuneration that was agreed upon in Dengxian Tower.

Ember lifted the curtains of the car and said, "Come to Duan Mansion to find me at any time."

After saying that, the wheels of the carriage started to turn, and it quickly disappeared around the corner.

Bai Chi also said goodbye, but when he turned his head, he saw Zhan Shuyun's shadow somewhere at the door. He couldn't help but curl his lips and went straight to the calligraphy and painting shop.

"Little brother, where did your painting come from?"

"We don't care about the provenance of our business. Shopkeeper, please estimate how much this painting is worth and give it to me in silver taels."

When Bai Chi saw the shopkeeper, he looked back and forth over the two paintings, nodding and shaking his head, sometimes frowning, and sometimes admiring, which made him wonder whether this painting was too precious or too ordinary.

The shopkeeper didn't take his eyes off the painting, "Little brother, do you know Mr. Changhe?"

He doesn't know Mr. Long River or Mr. Short River.

But after seeing the shopkeeper's series of reactions, Bai Chi took it into his head and decided to take a gamble.

"Oh, if the Chang He I know and the Mr. Chang He mentioned by the shopkeeper are the same person, then they should be considered acquaintances."

The dull tone of the narrative finally made the shopkeeper look at him squarely.

The shopkeeper opened his eyes wide, "Do we really know each other?"

Bai Chi is now on track.

He is more relaxed.

"Of course, these two paintings were given to me after he lost a bet with me, and he didn't even frame them."

Thanks to You Jue, Shi Jin, -1, The Maverick Tree, Sleeping with Flowers, Hui Ran, Cloud Computing Under the Galaxy, for your knowing and unknowing recommendation votes!
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