"Evil energy..." Ye Haoxuan was shocked and immediately found the problem.

This portrait of plum blossoms is a painting written by Lin Congwen himself. He likes calligraphy and paintings and is quite confident in his calligraphy and paintings. Ye Haoxuan's quiet flattery immediately made him feel very happy.

I didn't feel the change in Ye Haoxuan's expression.

He laughed and said, "I didn't expect that Xiao Ye is also a elegant man. This painting was made by himself and would not be in the elegant hall."

It is true that he is in a good mood. Due to business needs, Lin Jianye's friends are all yamen, most of whom are ignorant. How can he be as good as Ye Haoxuan?

The two had a great time talking, and it was dinner.

At this time, a middle-aged lady walked in and smiled and said, "Congwen, you see, you'll be chatting endlessly. It's time to have a meal."

This middle-aged lady is Lin Jianye’s mother Shen Xiuying.

Lin Congwen slapped his head and said, "Look at my memory, Xiaoye, I'm going to have a meal and try my aunt's skills." Then he went to wash his hands.

Lin Jianye asked, "How is it?"

Ye Haoxuan glanced at the ancient painting on the side of the plum blossom picture just now and said calmly: "The problem lies in that painting."

"This is a painting my dad just got. He likes it so much. What's the problem with it?" Lin Jianye asked.

"Evil energy." Ye Haoxuan said, and the food was served at this time.

Ye Haoxuan gave Lin Jianye a peace of mind, and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands and serve rice and dishes.

Although the Lin family has assets of 10 billion yuan, except for the luxury villa, there is nothing surprising in other places. There is not even a servant in the family, and everything is done by Lin Jianye's mother.

I have to say that Lin Jianye's mother is good at cooking. Although it is not rich, the dishes are exquisite and delicious, which makes Ye Haoxuan praise him.

Although I don’t understand why Lin Jianye brought someone with no family background to visit the house, Lin Jianye’s parents knew that the person his son brought back must have something extraordinary.

After almost the meal, Lin Congwen put down his chopsticks, then took out a medicine bottle from one side, poured out a white medicine, and then took it.

Ye Haoxuan also put down his chopsticks and said, "Uncle has a migraine. It is not good to take the medicine to calm down and calm down. If it continues for a long time, it will definitely become more and more serious."

Lin Congwen was stunned. He didn't know how Ye Haoxuan knew that he had a migraine problem. His son wouldn't tell him this. He subconsciously looked at Lin Jianye, and Lin Jianye shook his head and signaled that he had never said it.

"Xiao Ye, how do you know I have a migraine problem?" Lin Congwen asked after putting down the medicine.

Ye Haoxuan smiled slightly and said, "I also know that my uncle has been suffering a lot of trouble with this disease. I have seen many doctors, but I can't do anything about it. Every time I eat lunch, I will do it half an hour later. There is nothing else but to sleep with calming medicine for a long time."

Lin Congwen and his wife were surprised and looked at each other, not understanding how Ye Haoxuan could know so much.

Ye Haoxuan continued, "If I'm not mistaken, my uncle's problem has only occurred half a year ago."

Lin Congwen nodded and said, "Yes, it only happened half a year ago. How could you know so clearly Xiao Ye?"

Ye Haoxuan smiled and said, "My grandfather is a family of traditional Chinese medicine. I have followed him to study medical skills since he was a child. Until he passed away a few years ago, so I know a little about traditional Chinese medicine. I can see something wrong from my uncle's essence, so I guess it, don't be surprised."

Lin Congwen waved his hand and said, "No, you are right."

He sighed and said, "Just as you said, I started to have this problem about half a year ago. Every time I had a headache after lunch, I saw a lot of doctors, and even the big masters in the capital had seen it, but there was no way."

This is the strange thing. He only had an attack after lunch, and the rest of the time was like a normal person.

"Xiao Ye, you are a doctor. Since you can read so carefully, your medical skills must be extraordinary. I wonder if you have any solutions?" Shen Xiuying asked in front of her eyes.

Ye Haoxuan smiled and said, "There is a solution."

"What's the solution?" the two of them asked in surprise and joy.

Lin Jianye looked at Ye Haoxuan with anticipation, thinking that Ye Haoxuan's medical skills were indeed extraordinary, and he didn't even match his pulse. He saw his father's fault in this way.

Ye Haoxuan said, "Strictly speaking, this disease of my uncle cannot be considered a disease. Medicine stones are ineffective. At present, only taking sleeping drugs is the best way to fall asleep."

"Isn't it a disease? Then why do you have a split headache? It's a life of life if you hurt?" Several people looked at Ye Haoxuan in confusion.

"The problem is the picture of a uncle's lady in the Tang Dynasty." As soon as Ye Haoxuan said this, the three of them were shocked.

"That painting? Xiaoye, aren't you joking? It's just a painting. How could I get this strange disease?"

Ye Haoxuan smiled and said, "Uncle may not know the origin of this painting."

Lin Congwen nodded and said, "This painting is something I enjoy, not from everyone's hands."

He signaled Shen Xiuying to take the painting over, and then continued, "I have always liked calligraphy and painting. Seeing that the painting skills are good, the ladies in the painting are lifelike, so I bought it."

"Then uncle think about it, when did this strange headache start?" Ye Haoxuan asked.

Lin Congwen speeded up and couldn't help but be shocked. He had a lot of headaches. It's been more than half a year, and this painting was bought from a street stall six months ago.

Shen Xiuying walked back and said, "This strange headache has been around for half a year."

Lin Congwen nodded, looked at Ye Haoxuan, and signaled him to continue.

Ye Haoxuan placed the painting on the table and said, "Strictly speaking, this painting was written by an ancient man who was unsuccessful. This ancient man was very talented and did not appreciate his talent. This painting was his most proud work in his lifetime. The resentment of not meeting his talent at the time of death was attached to this painting, and over time he became evil."

As soon as Ye Haoxuan said that, except Lin Jianye, Lin Congwen and his wife were both surprised.

"Evil energy... this is a superstitious statement." Lin Congwen has never believed in those divine and monsters, and he was immediately a little unhappy.

Shen Xiuying pushed him and said, "Don't interrupt. After hearing Xiao Ye continue to talk about it, it would rather be believed that there are some things."

Lin Jianye also said, "Yes, Dad, let's hear Ye Haoxuan tell you what's going on."

Ye Haoxuan continued: "Of course evil spirits are indeed superstitious, but according to traditional Chinese medicine, people have all kinds of qi. The owner of this painting was not recognized by his talent in his lifetime. His breath was attached to this painting. This invisible and colorless qi affected my uncle's body, and even Lin Jianye's fortune also affected."
Chapter completed!