"Even so, now that Li Yuting has come to Luoyang after knowing the clues of the Five-Colored Edict, hasn't Green Sleeve become a useless chess piece?" Hua Fan asked again.
"Who says it's not the case? If she hadn't been abandoned by Li Yuting, how would I have found her?" Yan Honglei smiled.
"Stop being so pretentious, where is Green Sleeve?" Hua Fan was amused by him and became anxious.
"Just follow me and do as I say, and you will definitely find her." Yan Honglei began to heal herself.
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The lanterns in Luoyang City are starting to turn on at night. Tonight, Mr. Zhang Fengren and Liu, a prominent family member in Luoyang City, will hold a luxurious banquet tonight to celebrate his sixtieth birthday.
The royal gate of the Liu Mansion was opened wide, and lampposts made of fish oil torches were lined up from the doorway, extending to the entire street. Officials, merchants, and literati came to pay their respects in an endless stream, almost overwhelming the Zhang family's door.
"I heard that Mr. Zhang is celebrating his birthday today, so I came here early to celebrate. I wish Mr. Zhang may be as blessed as the East China Sea and live as long as the Southern Mountains." Yan Honglei smiled at the arrogant gatekeeper, who pointed his chin at the night sky.
With a smile on his face, he said, "Sir, please hand in my name card and let me know." After saying that, he nodded and bowed and handed over the two cards with "Zhang Buyu" and "Guanhe Order" written on them respectively.
Hand over the name card.
The gatekeeper lowered his head and glanced at the smoky-red tears and flowers in cloth clothes. He snorted and raised his head higher, from his chin facing the night sky to his neck facing the night sky.
Yan Honglei's face didn't look so good. Hua Fan could see that he was thinking about how to chop this slave into meat and paste it on the wall. He quickly pushed him gently with his hand and smiled flatteringly at the gatekeeper.
He took out a round and heavy silver ingot and stuffed it into his hand calmly.
The gatekeeper's neck immediately descended from the sky, "Go in." Hua Fan and Yan Honglei finally entered the Liu family's door.
"Where are we going?" Hua Fan wanted to pretend to be mute and it was very difficult for him to speak. He held up his sleeve to cover his face and asked Yan Honglei in a low voice.
"The back hall." Yan Honglei told him.
Hua Fan glanced at the layout of Zhang Mansion. This large house was very spacious and luxurious. In addition, there were many visitors tonight. How easy was it to get to the back hall?
"However, there are advantages to having more people." Hua Fan turned his eyes, and a wooden pillar in front of the hall door immediately burst into flames.
Yan Honglei immediately understood, "It's gone! It's gone!" He was the first to shout, and the crowd immediately became commotion. "It's gone! It's gone!" The crowd spread the word, and the noisy guests suddenly became excited.
They were all in a mess, and they all ran towards the door.
Hua Fan and Yan Honglei took advantage of the chaos and walked into the hall. This hall was simply made of gold, and it was shining everywhere. The maid wearing silk and satin, swinging her plump breasts, twisted around with the plate, showing off her sexy
The figure and the wealth of the owner are clearly displayed.
As soon as Smoke Red Tears and Hua Fan walked in, the people who had gathered in the hall to drink all turned their heads, and hundreds of drunken eyes looked at them.
"You...you...who are...people?" Mr. Zhang, who was white and fat, was so drunk that he tied three knots in one sentence.
Hua Fan continued to remain silent like a competent mute, and looked straight back at them. He thought to himself: "At this time, the momentum cannot be lost. Anyway, these guys have been so drunk that they don't even recognize them."
Now, who still knows who I am?"
But he heard smoke-red tears pop up on his sleeves and said calmly: "Mr. Zhang, don't you remember? We are the painters you specially invited to celebrate your birthday party." He didn't feel guilty at all: "It's not Guan He.
Ling, this is Zhang Buyu."
Hua Fan also cupped his fists and raised his hands, taking a step forward.
"Oh~~~Only Mr. Zhang's majesty can make famous artists paint for fun in front of the audience." Someone was quick to flatter him.
"Oh~~"
"Oh~~~It's them"
Everyone here seemed to suddenly realize it in an instant.
"Oh~~~" Mr. Zhang drank with his face glowing red, "It's Mr. Guan Heling and Mr. Zhang Buyu who are famous all over the world. It's a pleasure to meet you! It's a pleasure to meet you!"
The maids understood, quickly twisted their hips, brought over a blank screen, and brought ink paints.
The smoky red tears were not ambiguous, and he started painting as soon as he picked up the pen. Goose yellow, red ink, purple, burnt ink, thick ink, and ink were played with in his hands. After a while, a peony appeared on the screen.
Here is the general outline of the entire garden.
Hua Fan couldn't help but murmur in her heart, Shangguan Jinnian has always been studying calligraphy and painting, that's fine, but when did Yan Honglei learn this skill of painting? Then he thought about it, this old immortal vixen has lived for who knows how many years.
Well, maybe he was always a painter before arriving at Daming Palace?
She couldn't help but become deeply interested in Yan Honglei's past and present life. When she came to her senses, she realized that "Guanhe Ling" was painting the screen alone, while "Zhang Buyu" was standing aside in a daze with empty hands.
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This was not possible. Hua Fan quickly took a pen, dipped it in a little cinnabar, and drew a carrot along the green leaves.
Yan Honglei's brush strokes were stagnant for a moment. Hua Fan ignored him, resumed writing, and drew a little white rabbit next to the carrot==.
Yan Honglei's face was covered with black lines. A bunch of flowers and leaves covered the grinning rabbit, "Go to the kitchen in the back hall." Yan Honglei told Hua Fan with a low spell.
Hua Fan paused for a moment, put down the pen, cupped her hands to the left and right, indicating that she wanted to show her respect, and then walked through the hall and found the kitchen in the back hall.
The kitchen was smoky, with a clear division of labor among the hundreds of cooks and servants, it was very lively, the noise was loud, and the aroma of the dishes was fragrant. Hua Fan took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and looked at it carefully, but there was no trace of Lu Xiu anywhere.
?
Seeing that he was about to be discovered, Hua Fan turned around, pulled off his hair tie, and straightened his clothes. There was not much difference between men and women in the clothes worn by ordinary people. Hua Fan estimated that she looked like a country girl.
She walked timidly to an old woman passing food by the door. Hua Fan imitated her country accent and asked her: "Grandma, you are so lucky. I came from Wangjia Village in the north to see my sister. She just came here last month."
I don't know what kind of work I do here, could you please tell me?"