Shin's painter

Xiao Cheng was handed over to her daughter before she died, and she was asked to protect her with her life.

This volume of cowhide painting is a collector's dream.

An illusory dream that only lives in legends.

And she has this dream.

It is natural to attract people to scramble and be dangerous.It is said to be a treasure, but it is also a life-saving talisman.Shen Xiaozhi followed her mother's practice and kept it hidden.

The cowhide painting is packed in a special bamboo tube and has been stored in the home of Xu Youmo, a friend who loves to collect old books, for more than ten years.Even Xu Youmo, who collected it for her, only knew that the bamboo tube contained Xiao Cheng's relics, and he didn't know that it was the legendary treasure of Wuluo cowhide.

If people in the world can find out that the cowhide painting is in her hands, then other people may also find out, so a series of dangerous things happened recently, such as her being attacked and her home caught fire.

Now that she has found the door, she will throw a bait first, find out the news, and then plan a countermeasure.

Today, her mind is scattered, and it is most suitable for painting to gather her scattered thoughts.

Painter Shen concentrated on observing the lines in the painting, engraved them in his mind, held his breath, and dipped his pen into ink——

The time for a stick of incense is not long.

Chunhui is slightly hot, with a thin layer of sweat oozing slightly.

Shen Xiaozhi closed the pen and compared it with the original painting, nodding with satisfaction.Put the cowhide painting back into the bamboo tube, redo it with wax and seal it, and there is another bamboo tube on the table.

This is A Niang's relic, the only work she left behind.

Years have passed and she no longer remembers what A Niang drew, but she vaguely remembers that it was her playing.She gently stroked the body of the bamboo tube, and the wound infected her phoenix eyes.

Is a man who wants power but not sincerity worth your life for him?

Aunt, is he worth it?

She patted the dust off the bamboo tubes and put them back in place.At this time, she didn't know that her unintentional actions could affect the lives of two people.

When Xu Youmo returned with the food, Shen Xiaozhi sat on the chair, and the wine jar on the table was empty.

Youmo put down the food, and said angrily, "Did you drink all my Xiangxue?" He took off the skirt and returned it to her, and then put on his own clothes.

"There are still five altars!"

Shen Xiaozhi hiccupped and raised her palm in response.

Although my friend's drinking capacity is not the best, a few jars of wine will not make her drunk.From the moment she entered, she looked lonely, so something must have happened?

Putting on her clothes, Xu Youmo asked, "What's bothering you?"

Shen Xiaozhi shook his head, picked up the fatty chicken and gnawed on it, finishing a chicken in twos and threes.After all, she was a childhood sweetheart, and Xu Youmo was not perfunctory by her.

He broke it down and said: "When you are irritable, you like to eat, and the more irritable you are, the more you eat. You shouldn't look down on the man from the Sun family, right?" Thinking of Sun Wu made his scalp tingle.

If a good friend marries into the Sun family, he will break up with her.

Shen Xiaozhi continued to eat, without answering.

The men of the Sun family didn't fall in love with her, it was the girl from the Sun family who fell in love with her.The scene of her lying in Miss Zhang's arms today made her feel a little unhappy, and somehow made her irritable.

In the dead of night, the candles under the long corridor were flickering and extinguishing, and the night breeze was blowing. It seemed that there was a monster lurking in the darkness and suddenly rushed towards her.

Shen Xiaozhi stepped onto the corridor, her footsteps were unsteady.

If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicated. He and Youmo drank five jars of dirty wine, and before they knew it, it was late at night.In fact, she was unwilling to go back to the Sun Mansion and kept procrastinating.

There was a dark shadow in the corridor.

As soon as he saw her, he rushed up.

The choking smell of alcohol made Sun Ling stop.

The hangover made her intoxicated for half a day, and when she woke up, she found that Painter Shen was not in the mansion. From the broken memory, she found that she went out with Gao Canling, and couldn't suppress her worry.

So she came to the West Wing to wait until late at night.

Is it fun to go out with him?

In the dark night, Shen Xiaozhi suddenly saw Sun Ling appearing in front of her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitched, a half-smile.

Sun Ling persuaded softly: "It's dangerous outside, don't come back so late."

"Hehe..." Shen Xiaozhi sarcastically said: "What are you pretending to be noble and kind? Miss Sun, you are here to ask me about going out with Gao You! Yes, I went out with the man, how is it? What does it have to do with you. "

Sun Ling was startled, her heart throbbing.

Shen Xiaozhi took a step, tilted her body, and fell straight towards her.She reached out to hold him, but was pushed away mercilessly. "Don't... don't touch me casually!"

When she thought that it was the body that Ms. Zhang had touched, she didn't want to touch it.

Sun Ling's eyes turned red, she tilted her face, and said with a wry smile: "It's true that Mr. Sun has nothing to do with who Master Shen is traveling with. It's late at night, so Mr. Sun will not bother you!"

After finishing speaking, he passed her and strode away, leaving only Shen Painter with a silly face falling to the ground in the darkness.

This……

How is this going? !

Shen Xiaozhi sat on the ground blankly, looking at the woman who had disappeared into the darkness, wondering.

That night in the Golden Crow Tower, the younger brother just hugged her and sang a ditty, and she became angry, pressed her down and hugged her for kisses; she would also leave kiss marks on nights without stars and moons when she was not paying attention .

Today she obviously went out with Gao You, but she neither stalked her nor got angry, she just ignored her and left her alone.

What the hell is going on here?

Chapter 40

The atmosphere in the Sun Mansion these days is a bit delicate, except for Sun Er's loud and frightening singing that still resounds in the Sun's house, the bustling guest room in the West Wing seems a little deserted, as if no one stepped on the apricot blossoms that have been adjusted to zero.