Shenhao: The little widow became the richest woman in Beijing

For two days in a row, Bai Xueru was also very busy.

While consolidating the various functions exchanged for the learning system, I also took the time to play chess with the old chief assistant all afternoon without leaving the house.

there,

An Haoyu became even more angry, lying on the bed and lecturing Mingfeng,

"My prince asked you to go through so much trouble to find someone! What else can you do?"

"Go and find it for me, the prince. Even if you search through Huo City, you will find it for her!"

"You bullied me and ran away. I really took advantage of them."

Mingfeng stood with his head lowered and couldn't help but think,

The master asked her to take responsibility, and she had to be willing to do it! Even if you find it, what's the use!

"I went to a painter in the city to paint a portrait. I don't believe it. She can disappear without a trace. No one has seen her."

"Yes!" Mingfeng went out in response and happened to see a painter setting up a stall on the roadside.

So he walked up to him and asked him to help him draw the portrait.

Mingfeng recalled the woman's appearance and said to the stall owner, "That woman's eyebrows are like green feathers, her skin is like creamy snow jade, her face is delicate and beautiful, and her lips are as red as cherry blossoms..."

"Wearing a dark red riding suit, sitting on a horse with skirts flying, he looks heroic, with black hair rolled up casually, hair flying around the temples, holding a bow, sharp eyes, and his eyebrows are like crescent moons when he smiles..."

Mingfeng frowned and described everything he could think of, and then added some details in detail.

Lou Yu nodded in response, just listening to the woman he described. The more he painted, the more similar he felt to the woman in the painting in his study.

Recalling the two meetings, the woman's appearance seemed to be more eye-catching than the description.

The perfect blend of softness and sharpness is awe-inspiring.

Could it be that this man is looking for her?

Lou Yu paused his painting and raised his eyes to look at the man opposite. The man was holding a sword in his arms and his face didn't seem very friendly.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then said unconsciously, "This woman seems familiar!"

Mingfeng's eyes were surprised. He was really trying to find a way out of the iron shoes. He took out a tael of silver from his waist and handed it to the man who painted the portrait of the woman.

"Do you know her? Do you know where she is now?"

Lou Yu's eyes were quite surprised. Who in Huo Cheng didn't know her now? What on earth did this person want to see her for? He couldn't bring her any trouble.

Could it be that she was committing violence against others again and her enemies came to her door?

Lou Yu unconsciously glanced at the lower body of the man opposite him, and shrank slightly, wondering if he was also crippled. Fortunately, he didn't offend her!

"I seem to have seen her before, but why are you looking for her?" Lou Yu put down his brush and asked with confusion on his face.

Mingfeng's face darkened as he thought about his master's temper these past two days. What could he do to her? I don’t even know what my master means!

Maybe it's because the Marquis and others have pampered him since he was a child. Now when he meets someone who feeds him, he feels annoyed and novel at the same time, and he doesn't want to let it go...

Moreover, the prince seems to be very conservative and refuses to be taught about human affairs, but now that someone has seen it, he feels ashamed and resentful, which is right...

Lou Yu looked gloomy when he mentioned her, and he was convinced that he had guessed it right.

The woman had a bad temper. She must have offended someone.

Then he spoke warmly, "If I'm not mistaken, I seemed to have seen her leaving the city the day before yesterday!"

Looking at the man holding the sword who asked him to have his portrait opposite, his expression became darker. Lou Yu blinked his eyelashes slightly and added,

"She doesn't seem to be from the city."

Mingfeng narrowed his eyes, not from the city? Out of the city again? That’s even harder to find!

He pursed his thin lips tightly and instructed the stall owner to continue painting.

Not long after, the whole picture of a dashing woman riding a horse and holding a bow and arrow appeared on the paper.

That portrait looks like her but not like her,

Lou Yu examined the portrait of the woman he had drawn, nodded with satisfaction, and handed his hands to the person opposite.

This painting, if it looks like it, is different from her in every way. If it doesn’t look like it, it’s almost the same as what the man opposite described!

I don’t know how he painted it.

Mingfeng took the painting and looked at it carefully, frowning slightly. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Does that woman look like this? Why is it different from what I imagined?

Then he took the portrait and returned to life. The left and right people have been found outside the city, so it doesn’t matter if they look like or not...

In the hospital, An Haoyu, who was on the bed, looked at the portrait brought back by his subordinates and smiled angrily.

There was nothing wrong with his face, with a smile that was invisible to his eyes. He raised his arms and waved cordially to Mingfeng,

"Come on, come on!"

Mingfeng followed the order and came forward, kneeling on one knee near the bed.

An Haoyu suddenly hit the portrait on Mingfeng's head.

He asked angrily, "Where did you find a half-baked painter? Does she look like this?"

Mingfeng lowered his eyes, it seemed like this, he seemed to have described it correctly...

"That woman is blind, are you blind too?"

"Your master, I am not blind yet."

"Why are you so stupid? You can't even handle this." An Haoyu looked angry.

Mingfeng lowered his eyes, took down the fluttering portrait that was about to float to the ground, and couldn't help but mutter, "For every master, there must be a servant. There are many of them!"

An Haoyu supported his upper body with his arms and tried to get up from the bed, drinking with an angry look on his face,

"What are you talking about? How dare you say that I am stupid, you are so cowardly? You want to be punished!"

Mingfeng lowered his eyes and pursed his lips. He didn't really know how to fight. He was already used to his master's character.

Not only did he not hit himself, even if the Marquis wanted to hit them, the master would be the first to stop him.

Therefore, no matter what the master says, they all know that the master treats them very well!

Mingfeng raised his head and couldn't help but comfort him, "Master, someone saw her leaving the city. She is like a fish entering the sea and is hard to find!"

An Haoyu's pupils darkened slightly and he snorted coldly, "Don't say she entered the sea, even if she went to heaven, I can't let her go!"

"Send a message to Minghan and ask him to handle it."

Mingfeng stood up and stood beside the bed, lowering his eyes and responded "Yes!"

It seems that the master really cares about this matter, and so does the woman. It would be great if she could be the wife of the prince, so why run away?

The prince does not have a messy backyard, he is easy to get along with, and he does not treat women harshly.

On Bai Xueru's side, when the chess game with the old chief assistant was coming to an end,

Zhou Lingxing seemed not to be busy at the Yamen today. He came back very early. When he walked into the house,

Bai Xueru was about to stand up and salute, but the old chief minister opposite him waved his hands in a kind manner.

"Sit down and don't worry about him. This is home. Just play chess with me."

Zhou Lingxing looked at Bai Xueru, nodded in response, and his voice was calm. "Grandpa said there is no need to be polite."

Bai Xueru stopped and stood up. It was better not to be polite. She didn't want to be polite to others either.

He looked across at the old chief assistant with a smile on his lips and nodded in response. "good!"

Mainly because there are so many polite people in this era. If it weren't for the old chief minister, I wouldn't be so polite to the county magistrate.

Wasn't this because he didn't want to leave the impression that he didn't know etiquette to the old chief minister?

Then she just behaved better... Bai Xueru sighed in her heart, being so worldly is all just an act...

Zhou Lingxing stepped forward and looked at the two chessboards with deep thought in his eyes.

Thinking about that day when she played chess with him, she attacked fiercely. It seemed that offense was the best defense. She had no effort to plan, and finally lost completely.

When she played chess with her grandfather, her sharp attack and defense and careful layout seemed to be just right. She never lost or lost every time, and her speed was excellent.

This woman has such a changeable personality on the chessboard!

Not long after, the winner was determined on the chessboard, and Bai Xueru lost half a piece to the old chief assistant.

Although the old chief assistant won, he looked a little defeated, and he was really depressed. Why couldn't he defeat her with his strength.

I am very old, but my skills are still inferior to those of others, and I am really embarrassed that the younger generation has to give in.

When he raised his eyes and saw his grandson, he became even more angry. He didn't like it no matter how he looked at it.

Drinking in a deep voice with a bad tone,

"What are you doing with that pestle!"