Bai Yueguang's substitute only wants salted fish

Qi Wenyao has been busy these days.

He asked the people from Xu Linxi to help write articles and say good things, but he also knew that he was really not worthy of those praises that were in heaven and earth.He also wanted to do good deeds, and it just so happened that Mrs. Qi returned to his post to investigate the corruption case. He had no time to go to Dongjie, so he took the lead and tried to solve the problems for the victims.

The government paid for the food and lodging of the victims, and sending food and medicinal herbs can only be icing on the cake.Qi Wenyao decided to use his memory-reading skills to draw pictures for the victims.

The lost relatives, the family portraits of the rest of the family, the hometown that will never be seen again, the small portraits that amuse the children... He can draw anything, and he doesn't charge a penny.

Qi Wenyao planned well, but hit a snag on the first day.The victims were momentarily confused when they saw him. A good person took the arrest warrant for "Mr. Xiao" from the government and compared it secretly, "Is it him? Tell the government if there is a reward?"

Qi Wenyao didn't blame the poor people who had a hard life and tried to plan for the future, explaining, "My name is Qi Wenyao."

There was a man next to him eating the steamed buns he brought. He was sensible and shouted loudly, "Young Master Qi is Lord Qi's son, and he is a good man! You can tell at a glance!"

The victims had a much deeper impression of "Lord Qi" than "Mr. Xiao", and they suddenly realized that they made amends to him one after another.

"It's okay." Qi Wenyao took out his painting tools and expressed his thoughts, "I can help you draw."

"Painting? What's the use?" Most of the victims were thinking about practical things, such as whether the government will send food tomorrow, how long they can stay in the imperial capital, and when they can leave this dilapidated house with only a roof.For them, painting is not as real as steamed buns.

Qi Wenyao was a little embarrassed, "It can be used to find someone."

It was quiet for a moment.The victims looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Master Qi." A man was willing to try, "I want to find my father."

"Okay, tell me what he looks like."

Qi Wenyao was able to read fragments of memory, so he didn't expect to be able to draw a person with a simple description.But he needs to cover up and ask as much as possible. At the beginning, he drew very slowly, and there were some discrepancies.

The next day, when he came again, some people took the initiative to say hello, and some people saw that the man's picture of finding his father was indeed similar, and wanted to try it with him.

Qi Wenyao became motivated and worked hard to paint.

A few days later, no one asked him to paint.Getting the portrait is only the first step in such a matter of finding someone. If there is no follow-up news, it will make people feel very tormented. Some people can't bear it, and even think that the portrait is an eyesore, so they hide it and don't use it anymore.

Qi Wenyao didn't mind, if he couldn't paint, he would help by the side.He is now a person with martial arts, and he doesn't have to work hard to carry things. In addition, his face is fair and gentle, and he looks gentle and harmless. He is very good at coaxing children.

Once, he saw a woman holding a child and crying softly in a corner, and went to ask what was going on.The woman said that her husband died in a natural disaster, and the child was so young that he didn't remember anything, and he might not know what his father looked like for the rest of his life.

Qi Wenyao thought about it, "Shall I draw a portrait for you?"

The woman didn't know what to say.Fortunately, the fellow villagers who came with me also met the child's father, and finally talked about some characteristics.

After Qi Wenyao finished drawing, the woman exclaimed, "He is my husband".He was very happy and felt that he had developed a new business and was fully motivated.

It went much smoother after that.Under the arrangement of Xu Linxi, the article that whitewashed him was officially printed into a book.The literati knew about it, and they often mentioned it on their lips. The common people respected the literati and helped spread the word, making him a "great good man" no less than his father.

Gradually, when he walked on the street, he would be greeted respectfully with "Mr. Qi".The disaster victims, people who heard that he had done good deeds and admired them, and even some people of extraordinary status, passed by and saw him talking to the disaster victims, stopped the conversation, and were willing to make him such a friend.

Qi Wenyao was completely cleansed.No one would recognize him as Qin Luoxiao anymore, no one would associate him with King Jing Fu Yichen.

Even Fu Yichen himself would just hide in the corner and watch him.

Qi Wenyao knew for a long time that there was Fu Yichen who was disguised and observed secretly.To be more specific, he knew Fu Yichen's actions like the back of his hand.

It's his ignorant head to blame.

No matter how busy Qi Wenyao is, he still has time to relax.Especially when he came home from a busy day and lay in a daze on the bed in an empty state, and if he strayed a little, he could see what Fu Yichen was doing in his mind.

Fu Yichen also found a way to pass the time, reading every day, living in the same room he used to stay in.Tired of watching, Fu Yichen looked outside, thoughtful, with rare confusion appearing in his jet-black eyes.

The usual calmness and self-restraint disappeared, and Fu Yichen seemed to have returned to the helpless look that was thrown outside Mo Shuang's door by his uncle.

Thinking of this, Qi Wenyao always felt suffocated, so he got up to draw again, and when he was exhausted, he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

It's not that many times.One day, he couldn't help thinking of Fu Yichen anymore, and what he saw was Fu Yichen changing into patched clothes, picking up dirt in the yard, and smearing his face black.

A clean freak is smearing mud on himself, which is simply a confusing behavior of human beings.

Qi Wenyao's confusion was quickly resolved.He found a "passer-by" who was too timid to approach near the East Street.Sometimes it's a beggar, sometimes it's a commoner passing by, no matter what their status is, they all have a face that's too dirty to look at directly, and...

Her black eyes would light up when she saw him.

Fu Yichen pretended to peek, but Qi Wenyao had no choice but to find out.He stayed far away and didn't come forward to disturb him, but he broke the default rule of not contacting after the last time by going up rashly.

On this day, Fu Yichen stepped forward boldly, and hurriedly left in the middle of the step.

Qi Wenyao was surprised, and couldn't help thinking about it when he got home.The white paper laid flat in front of him has only ink stains that were accidentally stained, and there is no progress at all.

"Yao'er?" Grand Tutor Qi came over to bring him supper, and when he saw him in a daze, he called softly.

"Father." Qi Wenyao regained his composure and put down his pen, and smiled when he saw Ye Su, "Thank you."

Mrs. Qi took a look at the drawing paper in front of him that had not made any progress, "Why should you be polite as a family. If you are tired, you can draw tomorrow, eat something and go to bed early."

Qi Wenyao shook his head, "How is the investigation going?"

Taifu Qi has prestige among the victims, and he is capable. He is simply the No. 1 choice for a thorough investigation of corruption.The emperor also took this into consideration, and reinstated Qi Taifu to his post, specifying that he was an imperial envoy handling the case, so there was no need to taboo about the size of the official position, and he could investigate as he wanted.

Mrs. Qi was quite worried about him at first, and thought about whether to send him to a remote place to hide, so as to save this corruption case from going wrong and another tragedy.Fortunately, Qi Wenyao played the wrong role. It turned out that he did his best to do good deeds in order to clear himself up. Once his reputation was good, he became a famous figure in the imperial capital.The emperor wanted to vent his anger, but he didn't dare to touch Qi Wenyao, a kind person who is also popular with the people.

Qi Wenyao was not interested in officialdom and never asked.Seeing Fu Yichen leave in a hurry today, I suddenly had a bad guess: Is Fu Yichen involved in the corruption case?

To find out, of course you have to ask Mrs. Qi who is in charge of this matter.And you can't ask bluntly, lest the old father think that the old relationship is revived, so he has to take his time and make out the details he wants to know.

Qi Wenyao thought he was shrewd, but he still didn't think well of a man who had been in the officialdom for many years.

"No matter how you check, you won't be able to find King Jing." Mrs. Qi smiled lightly, "Don't worry."

Qi Wenyao took a spoonful of hot soup casually, "I'm not worried about him. It's just... I lived in King Jing's Mansion before, so I'm afraid of being implicated."

Grand Tutor Qi only said, "Drink it while it's hot."

Qi Wenyao drank the soup, drew a sketch and then went to bed.Before going to bed, he somehow thought of Fu Yichen's hastily leaving back.Fu Yichen dresses up differently every time, and the common thing is dirty and messy.

It really makes people feel that the world is impermanent.When Fu Yichen was at his worst, he would try his best to clean himself up, but when he became the King of Jing, he started to get dirty.

Qi Wenyao didn't think for long and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he got up early according to his usual habit and began to draw the paintings requested by the victims.As soon as he was busy with his work, it was night, and the day seemed to pass by so quickly that he didn't notice it.

"It's so late." Qi Wenyao said badly, "I promised him to send it today."

He hurried out and asked the coachman to hurry up.The coachman began to drive desperately, but suddenly stopped halfway.

Qi Wenyao opened the door, "What's going on?"

"The little one saw a figure, and it flew past. It's weird..."

Qi Wenyao looked in the direction the coachman pointed, specifically looking for places where people could hide.He saw a pair of eyes in the corner, the eyes in the darkness were full of fierce and guarded light, as conspicuous as the edge of a saber.

It's not Fu Yichen, but a powerful character with martial arts.

"Let's go." Qi Wenyao thought that one more thing would be better than one less thing, "You read it wrong."

The coachman didn't look at the man at all and obeyed his orders to leave.

That person didn't make things difficult for him, he watched the carriage leave and continued on his own way.

"Who is it?" Qi Wenyao closed his eyes, thinking about those terrifying eyes.

He thought of the whole picture of that person, and also of the others walking with him.These people are people from all walks of life who possess martial arts. They came from different directions and sneaked into the imperial capital in a covert way, and finally gathered in...

King King's Mansion.

King Jing's Mansion had long been surrounded by an army waiting for it.The leader is a general in armor, holding a big knife with bright red blood dripping on the blade, which has a terrifying beauty under the light of the torch.

The general sneered, pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "This is what happens to the rebellious party!"

The corpse was headless, the luxurious clothes were stained red with blood, and the white jade pendant was of such a fine quality that ordinary people could not have it, it was clearly the piece bestowed on Fu Yichen by the emperor...

"No!" Qi Wenyao opened his eyes suddenly, and after a while, he felt a hand of sweat on his forehead, still in shock.

Is that the past or the future?

The person who died... was Fu Yichen?

作者有话要说：主角死不了。感谢在2020-02-2012:10:04~2020-02-2112:05:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 piece per piece;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1 pieces per piece;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Erya 20 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!