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Yu Le suddenly choked for breath, and reflexively raised his right hand holding the fan and swept it towards the opponent's throat! His left hand turned into a claw, grabbing at the iron fist that was strangling his neck, hoping to inflict pain on the opponent.
He lowered his grip on his neck so that he could breathe more smoothly, so that he would not be unable to resist due to difficulty breathing!
Unsurprisingly, Yu Le's right hand was easily blocked by the opponent's three fingers at the wrist pulse point. The whole arm suddenly became weak and weak. The opponent turned it outward and twisted it, and with a snap, the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground.
on the ground.
As soon as Yu Le felt the pain, most of the strength in his left hand was immediately relieved. By the time it touched Duofang's wrist, he could no longer pose any threat to the other party!
On the contrary, Commander Jin, who was holding Yu Le captive, looked at Yu Le's resistance with a contemptuous sneer in his cold eyes, like a ruthless god looking down at the struggling ants under his feet!
The right corner of Commander Jin's mouth turned up slightly with unknown meaning, and he slowly lifted up Yu Le's right arm, making Yu Le's two hands struggle to break open the stuck around his neck and lift him off the ground.
That iron-like hand.
Looking at Yu Le's originally handsome face, which was no less beautiful than any other, the swollen purple gradually turned into the color of pig's liver. His eyes were full of fear, uneasiness, pleading, and disappointment, which were gradually replaced by the ashes of despair.
There are also faint signs of congestion and bulging in both eyes.
Commander Jin snorted coldly without any pity, and just when Yu Le was about to die and almost couldn't bear it anymore, he released his iron-like hand that was squeezing Yu Le's neck, and at the same time hurried away in anger.
When Yu Le's feet just touched the ground, he kicked Yu Le in the stomach with an unclear but not heavy kick.
The force of this kick was very measured, even if it kicked Yu Le away, it would not hurt his life.
Sitting on the wreckage of the table and chair that he had smashed, Yu Le greedily breathed in the fresh air without any image, completely unaware that his skin had been scratched and punctured by wooden thorns!
Never before has Yu Le felt that the air is so refreshing like this moment! Being able to breathe such a breath of air is such a wonderful thing! It turns out that everything is worth gold and silver, high officials and generous salaries, even if it is the 95th Five-Year Plan
Even the throne of the Supreme Being cannot compete with the importance of this breath of breath coming from the mouth and nose!
"Doesn't it feel good to be able to take a breath?" Commander Jin pulled up a remaining stool and sat in front of Yu Le who was greedily breathing in the air. Seeing Yu Le's handsome face gradually change his expression, he rested his right foot on
He put his left leg on his left leg, held his right ankle with his left hand, leaned forward slightly, rested his right elbow on his right knee, and supported his chin with his right hand. He looked at the imageless Yu Le with a half-smile, and could not hear any joy.
asked angrily.
Yu Le, whose brain was shut down due to lack of oxygen and still hadn't recovered, nodded subconsciously when he heard the question.
"You'd better explain it clearly to me. Otherwise, you'd better stop breathing, lest you pollute the fresh air in the sky." As he said that, Commander Jin shook out a palm with his left hand and didn't know when he did it.
The portrait in his hand was held flatly in front of Yu Le.
Although the words were not serious, the coldness in the tone made Yu Le's greedy breathing freeze and his body trembled. Only then did he remember where he was and what kind of person he was facing.
!
In the past, I had only heard people say that the commander of the personal security guard around the former Crown Prince Li Jiancheng was a murderous fanatic, but now he is a lawless desperado who broke out from the dead! I still don't believe it, but I have never thought about this person.
He actually put all the blame on himself for yesterday's failed assassination, and actually wanted to kill himself! If he hadn't had anything to ask, Yu Le would have no doubt that he would have become a corpse by now!
Yu Le lowered his head, a murderous intent flashed through his eyes as fast as lightning. He slowly raised his head and wanted to look at Commander Jin, but he never expected to see a portrait.
Yu Le couldn't help but be startled, paused, and raised his head in confusion to look at the cold eyes of Commander Jin who was looking down at him.
Looking at Yu Le's doubtful expression that he was not faking it, Commander Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was still a trace of doubt in his heart. However, as a craftsman, the first thing to pass is acting, and it is best to have that kind of performance.
He was able to deceive himself with his acting skills, so the doubts that had just arisen in his heart were immediately wiped out by him ruthlessly. After all, the other party was only his temporary partner, not one of his own in the true sense, so he could not be completely
Believe it or not!
At that moment, Commander Jin raised his chin and raised his lips in the direction of the portrait, indicating that Yu Le was right and that he was now asking him to explain the problem with the portrait.
Although Yu Le was surprised, wasn't there an assassination last night? Why did you let me see the painting?
Strangely enough, Yu Le was still amidst the contemptuous sneer at the corner of Commander Jin's mouth, carefully protecting his neck with his left hand, panting heavily, and turned to look at the portrait in front of him.
This was a simple portrait of a human head. At first glance, Yu Le was startled. He looked up in horror at Commander Jin who was sneering at the side. These two faces were so similar!
In horror, Yu Le ignored his neck, which had five fingerprints on it. He raised his hand to take the portrait in front of him, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, comparing it with Commander Jin's expressionless face from time to time.
It is undeniable that there are some slight exaggerations in the portrait, but Commander Jin’s unique characteristics are all revealed in this painting! Especially those dark and cold eyes!
"This, cough, cough, this, this, Lord Commander, what is going on!?" Yu Le asked in horror.
"Ask me." Commander Jin said, looking at Yu Le coldly.
"I have never seen this kind of painting before. Although it is slightly exaggerated, a few strokes still outline the commander's appearance. Where does this painting come from?" Yu Le was still confused.
Xie asked.
"Where does it come from? I should ask you this." Commander Jin said slowly, the chill in his voice was only a lot more than before!
"Why is this?" Yu Le was startled and asked.
"Huh!" Commander Jin put down his right leg, sat up straight, put his hands on his knees, snorted coldly, looked down at Yu Le, and said coldly, "Why?! You don't know? Since I entered Chang'an,
I just met you once at the beginning, and I went to the palace yesterday, only after receiving the news arranged by you. During this period, I never showed my face in front of others, let alone asked someone to paint my portrait.
Yeah. Huh, now you actually come to ask me why this portrait is?"
"Your Majesty, are you suspicious of me?!" Yu Le said loudly in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
"Shouldn't I ask you this?" Commander Jin asked.
"Ha," Yu Le gave a bitter smile and looked at the portrait in his hand angrily. He thought that he had suffered for someone else this time, and his meal was in vain. He opened his mouth and said, "I think the leader of my handwriting and style of writing has long been aware of it. Although I
I know how to draw a few strokes of pen and ink, but they are just a few random scribblings of landscapes. This kind of portrait is what I am least good at, and it is also the most difficult to depict the charm. Even if the commander-in-chief sits down and asks me to draw, I can at most
I can only guarantee a six-point resemblance, and gods, at best, can only achieve a four-point resemblance to death, which is also my extraordinary performance."
"And this portrait, with just a few strokes, has painted the charm of the commander, and also outlined the most important features of the commander's appearance, and the strokes were done calmly and gracefully, very skillfully. Without keen observation,
, and people who have been immersed in this art for a long time will definitely not be able to draw so vividly with just a few strokes. At my age, even if I indulge in calligraphy and painting every day, I will definitely not be able to practice it." Yu Le looked at Jin.
Commander, he said with a sincere expression. As he spoke, he picked up the folding fan that he had dropped on the ground and handed it to Commander Jin.
"This is?" Commander Jin frowned slightly, looking at Yu Le whose expression didn't look fake, and he kept asking himself, who painted this painting? Is it really not Yu Le? It's even more impossible.
It was his own people who did it. Among the people he brought this time, many were literate, but the only one who could draw was Chu Heng. Although Chu Heng was a little dissatisfied with himself, he would not drive him out and betray him.
After all, the former Lord had a favor for him to survive.
"I painted all the surfaces on this folding fan myself. The one I took today happened to be a fan that painted people. If the commander doesn't believe it, you can carefully compare the differences between the brushwork on the fan surface and this one, and it will be clear at a glance."
Le looked at Commander Jin expectantly and said sincerely, after all, his life and death now all depend on the other person's thoughts.
Commander Jin took the fan from Yu Le's hand expressionlessly, and when he opened it, he saw a picture of butterflies flapping among flowers. The beauties on it were beautiful, but they had no shape, and their eyes were somewhat rigid, and their expressions were
It is also a bit stiff, without the naivety and joy of fluttering butterflies. There is also a slight hesitation and pause in the lines, and there is no natural and skillful expression in my own portrait.
"If it's not you, who could it be?" Commander Jin closed his fan and said thoughtfully.
Yu Le shook his head, and suddenly felt like a mute who couldn't explain the pain of eating Coptis chinensis. He said awkwardly, "I don't know, I have never seen this kind of painting before. Could it be..." He didn't finish his words.
, Yu Le raised his eyes and looked at Commander Jin inquiringly.
"No." Knowing what Yu Le meant, Commander Jin rejected it without hesitation, "All my people arrived just four days ago, and most of them are illiterate. There are even fewer people who can write, and
There is only one person who knows how to draw, and this person's drawing skills are not even one-third as good as yours, let alone portraits."
"Then, who else could it be? Is it possible that when we were entering and exiting the restaurant that day, some of the Commander's old acquaintances recognized the Commander?" Yu Le said with the same frown.
"This..." Commander Jin frowned and kept recalling the situation that day.
The two of them had never expected that Fang Yiai's replaced soul would slowly stimulate the originally hidden memories in the meaning. This made Fang Yiai instantly moved when she saw Commander Jin's familiar pair of sinister eyes.
Yiai had a splitting headache and recalled some fragmentary scenes. Unexpectedly, Commander Jin did not change his appearance that day, but went with his true appearance with only a slight modification. This made Fang Yiai's memory even more profound, making him use a pen in his previous life.
Fang Yiai, who is accustomed to drawing cartoons, spent a lot of time on revisions to come up with several portraits that look like this and are close to reality.