Taoist fast crossing

After sending away the copper tripod, Boss Su didn't play mahjong for a long time.

There is a small courtyard behind the Zhenbao Pavilion, and a new stove has been built inside. Wanglaoji herbal tea is being boiled in the pot, and the fake paintings painted by Si Qingyan are being steamed on it.

You can steam whatever age you want.

To judge the authenticity of a painting, apart from the strength of the brush, engraving and ink, most of the rest falls on the paper.Steaming with Wanglaoji can not only change the color of the paper, but also change the softness of the paper.Some are thin and brittle, and some are slightly moldy and insect-eaten.

At the beginning, the two were not very familiar with each other, and many calligraphy and paintings were wasted by steaming. Later, they gradually mastered the key points, and the more they steamed, the more they resembled each other.Occasionally, when a visitor comes to Zhenbao Pavilion, a pot of herbal tea is served from the pot to avoid waste.

While practicing Chinese painting, Si Qingyan learned to carve seals.No matter which era or which master's chapter it is, he can carve exactly the same one.

Boss Su is busy with this every day, running around the stove, he has lost a lot of weight, and although he is much more energetic, he still looks a little old.When he reappeared in front of the other bosses in Wancheng, everyone was a little surprised.

I didn't expect Boss Su to be hit so hard, and he was so thin that he didn't look like him anymore.

Although there is still some time before Qixi Festival, Commander Yin's health has been getting worse and worse recently, so he moved Yin Siting and Si Qingheng's wedding to the first day of July.

Si Qingyan was also among the invited guests.Unlike the last time he attended the banquet as Boss Su's disciple, this time he attended the wedding as Si Qingheng's younger brother and received more attention than last time.

But Wen Jinghong kept talking to him, and the others couldn't squeeze in their seats if they wanted to be polite.

"Mirror lake cruise, connecting sky and water, this is a must in Wancheng, I don't know if you have been there, the weather will be a little cooler in a few days, let's go play again, and meet some new friends."

Wen Jinghong has made many appointments, but Si Qingyan has always declined her invitations on the pretext of studying quietly, this time Wen Jinghong didn't have much hope at all.

"Okay." Si Qingyan just wanted to go out to get some air, so she agreed.

"At that time, I will send you a letter again, and you must not be absent."

"I will definitely go."

Si Qingyan then brought up the matter of opening a girls' school.If Wen Jinghong took the lead, things would be much easier.

"This... I also think it's very good, but the two of us will definitely not be able to do it. We need to discuss with other friends. There must be a charter for the school site, courses, and enrollment." Wen Jinghong had this idea before, but She doesn't have many close friends, and when she mentions it occasionally, others are hesitant and evasive.

Si Qingyan seemed very determined, and Wen Jinghong inevitably looked up to him because of his attitude towards this matter.

"Okay." Si Qingyan began to think about funds.

Fake paintings cannot be leaked under the name of Zhenbao Pavilion, otherwise it will cause trouble for Boss Su.However, Boss Su has a wide network and can find other sales outlets, such as addicts who pretend to be opium smokers who have ruined their fortunes, and farmers who come from the countryside to try their luck...

Even so, Boss Su has changed hands a few times, preferring to make less money, but also to keep his identity information tight, so that no one knows the true source of the painting.

Of course, you can't sell too much at one time, because the market can't take it.

At the end of the holiday, Si Qingyan already had [-] silver dollars in her account.The [-]-[-] share with Boss Su is amazing, but it is not enough to maintain the long-term operation of a school.

If Wen Jinghong intervenes, other funds should be introduced.

The wedding at this time is different from the three media and six hires in the past, which is extremely solemn. It is slightly simplified and incorporates Western elements. The bride does not wait in the new house.

Si Qingheng didn't wear a military uniform today, but changed into a bright red wedding dress. A coiled dragon was embroidered with gold thread on the chest, and there were dark flowing patterns everywhere, shining brightly under the lamp.

Miss Yin was wearing a gorgeous red wedding gown, a golden phoenix crown on her head, and hanging tassels, adding a bit of solemnity to her delicately made-up face.

Even on their wedding day, nothing has changed between the two.

Si Qingheng was still stern and indifferent, and his thin lips didn't even have a trace of curvature, which seemed to have nothing to do with this wedding.

Yin Siting's expression was even a little abnormal, she always felt that she would cry in the next moment, and there was no joy of newlyweds in her eyes at all.

The guests felt that the atmosphere was very strange, so they were embarrassed to say words of congratulations. After presenting the congratulatory gifts, they chatted with their acquaintances in low voices.Perhaps it was because Commander Yin was not in good health, and the funeral was about to take place.

It's normal for them both.

Once Commander Yin died, all the troops in the nearby provinces would fall into Si Qingheng's hands. Although Si Qingheng is still in charge now, he lacks a title to completely belong to.Maybe the banquet will be held next time, and the congratulatory gift to Si Qingheng will be further deepened.

"I feel like I have something to do tonight, do you want to go back with me?" Boss Su believed in his intuition all the time, so he said he was unwell and had to leave the meeting early.

"You go back first, and I'll wait." Si Qingyan was also a little worried.

"Alright." Boss Su now knew that Si Qingyan was Young Marshal Si's younger brother, so he was not too worried about him, so he left first.

There are still many people staying here. Several young and beautiful girls invited Si Qingyan to dance with them, but Si Qingyan declined one by one. Afterwards, Wen Jinghong went to dance with them again. Several pretty little girls are idle.

There are staggered toasts and beauties in gorgeous clothes.

Almost half of the high society in Wancheng is concentrated here.Many people were discussing business, cooperation and other matters here, Si Qingyan slowly retreated to a corner, and then left the hall.

There are very few people walking outside, and there are guards every ten meters.

"Does the third young master want to rest?"

Now Si Qingyan can be regarded as half of the Yin family, and the guards all know him, so they didn't stop him.

"Walk around, sober up." Even if the wedding atmosphere is weird, there are still certain aspects that follow the tradition, such as toasting.Wen Er and Wen San crazily toasted Si Qingheng, Si Qingheng didn't refuse, and poured down cup after cup, his eyes were red.Si Qingyan saw that he drank too much and was drunk, so he drank a few glasses for him, and then continued to fight for wine, until Wen Er and Wen San were drunk down.

Si Qingyan's body now has an average capacity for alcohol, and the only reason he can drink two people down is because he uses the spiritual power in the sandalwood beads to force out the alcohol while drinking...

Ordinary people, no matter how good their drinking capacity is, can't compare to the cheating players.

"Third young master, be careful, if you need help, just call."

"it is good."

Si Qingyan was still carrying a lantern at first, but later she thought the lantern was in the way and conspicuous, so she found a random place to put it down, and sneaked in the dark.

The Yin residence seems to have been instructed by a Feng Shui master, and every configuration is specially designed to deceive the Yin family.I don't know what kind of deep hatred is there.The head of the household of the people who live here will inevitably be covered by green clouds, all the relatives will be deserted, lingering on the sick bed, and lingering on their last days.

If Si Qingheng lives here in the future, Si Qingyan will definitely let him change the feng shui in the mansion. Of course, it is best not to live here... The Yin mansion is too aggressive, which will hinder the children and even hurt the family.

"Young commander, we will help you to rest."

Not far away, two maids supported Si Qingheng, one on the left and the other on the right.

Si Qingyan reduced her sense of presence and quietly followed behind.

It's okay anyway, why not send him back.

The further you go in, the fewer people are guarding, but there are patrol soldiers with guns, which are still cautious.But none of them found Si Qingyan who deliberately lowered his presence.With a little help of light and visual blind spots, you can sneak in the gaps between patrols.

"Where's Cuicui?" Si Qingheng asked about the whereabouts of Miss Yin San with hazy eyes.

"Miss is waiting for you in the wedding room."

"Send me there." Si Qingheng's voice was also a little drunk.

"Yes."

Si Qingyan suddenly felt that her behavior was a little wretched, but there was something wrong with the expressions of these two maids, as if they were pretending to be calm.

Si Qingheng was dragged out of the wedding room, and all the way was safe and sound.

After pushing open the door, Yin Siting's panicked face came into view.

"I'm going to wash up first."

Si Qingheng rubbed the center of his brows, said a few words, then turned around and left.

Yin Siting suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

After Si Qingheng left, Si Qingyan, who slipped out of the window, felt something was wrong.

There were two breathing sounds in the wedding room, one was Yin Siting, and the other was hiding under the bed.

What is this operation?

Hiding under the bed and listening to the corner?

Does Yin Siting know?Does Si Qingheng have a little green hair?

Si Qingyan threw a stone and smashed it on the window. Yin Siting panicked and didn't dare to ask someone to check. Instead, she took the initiative to cover herself and searched in the shadow of the trees to see who had thrown something.

Si Qingyan took the opportunity to sneak into the room, made some choices, and sneaked into the closet silently.

If there was no one hiding under the bed, he would not have hid in.Anyway, there is already one more person in the room, so it doesn't matter if there is one more.

After Yin Siting took off her wedding clothes, her abdomen became more and more obvious. There had been rumors in Wancheng that Miss Yin San had married her son, and Si Qingyan felt that it was likely to be true, so there should be an embarrassing situation tonight.

If the person under the bed wanted to murder Si Qingheng, Si Qingyan would rush out and subdue him, and then it would be easy to explain.If the person under the bed is purely out of some kind of hobby, or has some relationship with Miss Yin, then Si Qingyan will find an opportunity to sneak out, pretend nothing happened, and then... quietly hint to Si Qingheng.

Not long after, Si Qingheng came in with steam, wearing very thin clothes, he could vaguely see his smooth body, even if he didn't speak, he had a strong sense of presence.

"Cui Cui, you are a little nervous today." It seems that because of taking a bath, he has become much more energetic, and even the drunkenness has dissipated. The noble son of a certain high-ranking family.

He is less than thirty now, which is the best time for him.Outstanding in appearance and full of talent, she is the perfect match in the hearts of most girls in Wancheng.

During the church visit today, Yin Siting received many envious looks...but she didn't want these.

She just wanted her brother to live...

Thinking of this, Yin Siting's hand holding the teapot trembled, almost tipping the tea.

"...Is there... Maybe it's because I'm too tired today..."

As if there was an invisible water line, the cup of tea was about two-thirds filled, and Yin Siting just stopped.

"Brother Si, it's fine to marry you, as long as you don't dislike me, we can live a good life in the future...you can like anyone, as long as you don't lose my face." Yin Siting's tone was much gentler, almost humble, for Si Qingheng offered the cup of tea.

"It's my good fortune if you think so." Si Qingheng took the teacup and was about to take a sip when he suddenly heard a strange movement in the closet.

"Is there a mouse?" Yin Siting panicked when she thought of this, and her skin got goosebumps.