"Miao Hong, let me ask you, are you raising this cat? Are you the owner of the cat?" Hua Jingyao made it straight to the point.

Miao Hong had calmed down, and he said with a smile: "It's not the owner. I study in the academy and live in the academy. I can't keep cats in the academy. But I like cats since I was a child. Occasionally, I will feed them. This cat is one of them. It's also a fate. When it's still a little cat, it fell into a deep pit and couldn't climb up. I jumped in and rescued it, and healed it's wounds. Later, it often came to me for food. Every time it jumped to the windowsill and called me through the window. When I heard its cry, I would open the window to let it come in. In the past, it would come every day, and when it was cold or windy or rainy, it would stay with me for a few days, but during this period, it hasn't come. I have searched the neighborhood of the academy, but I didn't find it. I didn't expect it to come here. Thank you for your family for taking it in. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Hua Yukun couldn't help but look at Miao Hong in front of him again. This young man has a gentle temperament and a modest speech. What's even more rare is his kind heart. He looked at Miao Hong with a little more appreciation.

But Hua Jingyao turned a blind eye to Miao Hong's good temperament. She continued to ask: "This cat has been around here for some days. You often come here, but you have never seen it?"

Miao Hong smiled: "To be honest, I usually stay in the academy, at most I just go to Lixiangyuan to check out calligraphy and paintings. Besides, although the academy is not far from here, it is not close. I didn't expect it to run so far. Before that, I always thought it was near the academy."

"So that's the case. Miao Caizi's paintings are so famous. Everyone knows about women and children in Xibi Lane Zhelu Lane, the mountains and rivers of Zhelu Lane, and all literati and writers or peddlers." Hua Jingyao smiled innocently, but Shi Ding and Xiao Ai, who were standing beside him, felt a gloomy wind. This person named Miao must have killed someone, otherwise the girl would not have said so much to him.

Only Xiaoli, but her head was tilted, and she didn't know what the child was thinking.

"Xiaosheng doesn't know what the girl means? Although Xiaosheng occasionally has graffiti, she is just a small painting and is not famous, and there is no one who knows it. The girl's words make Xiaosheng feel ashamed." Miao Hong bowed to Hua Jingyao with helplessness on her face.

What does this girl mean? Hua Yukun’s famous and romantic scholars don’t care about her daughter?

"Is that so? It turns out that Miao Caizi's paintings are not famous. Then I understand that Miao Caizi must be too beautiful. No matter men, women, young and old, anyone who has seen Miao Caizi will never forget them." Hua Jingyao still smiled cleverly, but this time even Hua Yukun couldn't sit still.

Any father who hears his daughter praises the young man in person for his beauty without hesitation will feel like he is sitting on pins and needles.

Miao Hong was dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.

What's wrong with this Miss Hua? Although she is not ugly, she is not as beautiful as she is. Besides, your father is here, who dares to say that she is beautiful?

"Hua, Miss Hua, don't tease Xiaosheng anymore, Xiaosheng..."

Hua Jingyao snorted coldly, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly, and her pretty face was covered with a layer of frost: "Bold Miao Hong, you deliberately sent this cat here, and pretended to buy paint for paintings several times, and appeared here sneakily. What's the point? Come quickly, otherwise... Shi Ding, when he went to Shuntian Prefecture to report to the official, he said that a scholar had taken a break to commit the crime, and had been arrested on the spot by the enthusiastic people."

Not only Miao Hong was shocked, but even Hua Yukun was also surprised.

Not to mention that Hua Jingyao is faster than turning a book, just say what she said is clearly a slander in broad daylight.

Hua Yukun wanted to persuade him, but when he saw Hua Jingyao's face sinking like water, he instantly remembered Princess Zhaoyang.

This is the prelude to Zhaoyang's anger. Yaoyao's temper is much better than Zhaoyang. I don't think she will actually report to the official position. She just scares this young man.

Forget it, let’s not worry about it for the time being, so as not to make my daughter unhappy.

Miao Hong's heart, which had originally been hanging, sank now.

He has heard a lot about Miss Hua. Miss Hua assisted Shuntian Mansion in solving two murder cases in a row. She said that she would come to Shuntian Mansion to report the case, and this would not be just a talk. She would really report to the official, and Shuntian Mansion would really come to capture him.

Once he was taken away by the people from Shuntian Mansion here, he would be invincible.

Just as he thought of the word "no one can argue", Hua Jingyao hit his anxious little heart again.

"The guy in the Bimo Shop at the intersection of the street can be used as a certificate. In order to cover up people's eyes, you will go to the shop to buy paint every time you come here. Although Miao Caizi is modest, he thinks he has no fame and is not beautiful, the guy in the shop is a careful person. He not only knows your name, but also knows that you are good at drawing cats. Do you know why?"

Miao Hongda stared at her eyes with an inexplicable look on her face.

Hua Jingyao didn't wait for his answer, so he continued to talk to himself: "In addition to selling pens, ink, paper and inkstones used by literati, this pen shop also sells flower papers that his daughter likes. These flower papers were drawn by the owner of the shop. Painters who are famous or well-known are disdainful of making such small money. For example, my father would not paint this. The owner of the shop obviously understood this truth, so he went to Lixiangyuan to find young people who hang paintings and make comments. Most of these people are students of Fengyang Academy. After a while, even those who are friends will pay attention to these scholars who can draw."

Miao Hong had already recovered from her mind, and he asked in confusion: "What does this have to do with me?"

"Of course it has something to do with you. If you are in other places, no one can tell your origin, but this is Ganshiqiao, next to two major academies. The shop can tell you that you are from Fengyang Academy by just the ink marks stained on your body. You go to their shop to buy paint repeatedly. The guy just asks you casually what you are good at painting, and then casually says that you love to draw cats. The guy just tells the boss about your love to draw cats. The boss who often finds people to find paintings in Lixiangyuan will soon know your name." When Hua Jingyao said this, she saw that not only Miao Hong, but also Hua Yukun stared at her.

She smiled softly and said to Miao Hong: "Oh, when the people from Shuntian Mansion come, I will ask that guy to recognize him and let him see if you are the one who often comes to their shop to buy paint?"

"So what? I like to draw. Can't I come here to buy paint? I'm here to buy paint, just buy paint, not what you said to do the crime!" Miao Hong looked stern, her fists clenched, and her knuckles turned slightly white.

"There are nine brush and ink shops outside Fengyang Academy. In those shops, whether it is brushes, paper, or paint, they are more complete, the prices are more appropriate, and of course the things are better. Even people who are so particular about my father have bought a lot of them. Miao Caizi, you, a person who doesn't like to go out, why don't you buy paints at the door of your house? You come here to buy things from all over the place. If there are good things here, it would be fine, but the paints bought here cannot be compared with those outside your academy. Miao Caizi, don't talk about the great principles I don't understand to fool me. I don't understand, but my father can understand. If you are good at painting, you must have heard of my father's name."

Hua San Master Hua Yukun is good at painting beauties and is a famous artist.

Miao Hong certainly knew the name of Mr. Hua San. Even if Hua Jingyao did not warn him, he would not dare to say nonsense in front of Mr. Hua San that the paint in that shop was the best, and you don’t understand anything like that.
Chapter completed!