Proudly follow your heart

Dozens of pairs of eyes watched the man being picked up from the carriage, and watched him sit in the wheelchair. Being watched by so many eyes, he seemed to have disappeared, with the same expression as before. Slowly slid along the pure white plush carpet towards the door, and stopped at the side of the corpse, "Xiao Hu."

Knowing what he was going to do after being called out like this, Xiao Hu approached the prepared table and started grinding ink.

Grinding ink is not a difficult job, but it is not easy to do it well, especially if you have to serve such a master, Xiao Hu's expression is serious and focused, as if there is only this inkstone in front of him left in the world, only that puddle of ink .

Rolling up his sleeves with one hand, and exerting force with the other, the black ink melted away. It doesn't work if it's too thin, or it's not right if it's too thick. Xiao Hu has already mastered the trick, knowing what the landlord wants at this moment, just looking at it with his eyes, bringing A little curious, until a distinctive hand picked up a pen and raised it.

Jun Zhanran raised his wrist, but did not write immediately. The sun was shining on his face. There was no trace of sweat or anxiety on his face. The people who were waiting held their breath unconsciously, staring at his hand.

"He really has a way to draw the appearance of the deceased?" Quietly, Xu Donglin confirmed to Nangong Cangao in a low voice, "It's not that I don't believe Yingshuai's words, I have never seen such a skill before."

"You'll know when you look at it." Looking at Jun Zhanran, Nangong Cangao replied with folded arms. Seeing that he was so sure, Xu Donglin didn't ask any more questions, just waiting for the other end to make a move.

Leaning over, Jun Zhanran didn't write, but his left hand landed on the corpse's face, and the surroundings suddenly gasped and exclaimed. You must know that it was a face that had been disfigured, and what else was there besides blood and blood?

The sun was strong, but many people felt cold for a while, watching the almost flawless hand move along the disfigured face little by little.

The dead body's face was swollen and blood-stained, imagining the touch would definitely make people sick, but nothing could be seen from Jun Zhanran's face, he moved slowly with one hand, his eyes were slightly closed, and the other hand landed on the paper , placed the first sum.

"Ah!" Exclaimed voices came from the crowd, and I saw that the two hands seemed to have their own consciousness. The left hand moved and was stained with blood, and the right hand seemed to be writing with spirit. At that moment, no one remembered that they were in front of them. People, only to see a stroke of black ink faintly smudged on the paper.

The black color seems to be alive, as if it has life, winding and unfolding, without pause, following a certain trend, spreading on the paper exuding moon-white brilliance, chin, cheeks, willow eyebrows, almond eyes... black hair Just like that, with clear eyebrows, a beautiful face is vivid on the paper, and it looks lifelike.

Jun Zhanran's eyes were slightly closed, and his expression was so pale that it was almost empty, as if his body was empty at this moment, and the soul of the dead was attached to his side, and he seemed to have left the world, leaving only his hands in the world.

In his hands, the beauty is stunning, rare in the world, and the amorous look between the eyebrows makes people intoxicated. The painting is a dead thing, but the beauty in the painting seems to make people forget everything in the world. With just a few strokes, a vivid beauty was drawn.

Everyone was amazed. When the portrait was completed, Xu Donglin stared at it at a glance, "This!"

"Lin Qiuyan!" Shu Yan shouted from behind Wen Rufeng, "My mother! How could it be Lin Qiuyan?!"

The appearance of the country, the beautiful face, the posture, the outline, who is not Lin Qiuyan?If it wasn't Lin Qiuyan who stole the Blood Jade Linglong, who else?

At that time, she tried her best to obtain a picture of a beauty, but now, her appearance was completely destroyed, and her corpse was lying on the gate of the city, but at this time, she got the picture of a beauty as she wished. What kind of irony is this? What kind of mood will it be.

"It's actually Lin Qiuyan." He kept watching Jun Zhanran's painting, and when he saw the result, Nangong Cangao raised his eyebrows, not surprised, but showed great interest in Jun Zhanran's painting, "She once asked for you Why didn't you draw pictures of beauties at that time?"

"Although she looks stunning, her figure is not perfect. If she is not perfect, she cannot be on the beauty list." Putting down his pen, Jun Zhanran replied, and Nangong Cangao couldn't help asking, "There is no perfect person in the world, even if there is You won't accommodate even a single flaw?"

"It has nothing to do with me. I only know that I am not a perfect person, so I can't write it on the spectrum." After finishing speaking lightly, Jun Zhanran asked Xiao Hu to put away his pen and ink.

People around who knew the inside story saw that the deceased was Lin Qiuyan who could not be found everywhere, and they were all shocked and surprised. Jun Zhanran and Nangong Cangao asked and answered, as if what happened now had nothing to do with them, Taiwei Xu Donglin couldn't believe it, and stepped forward to ask, "Is it really her? The Lord Jun can't make a mistake? The dead...is definitely Lin Qiuyan?"

"If you don't believe me, you can look it up again." Jun Zhanran flicked his sleeves and washed his hands in the water basin brought by Xiao Hu. It seemed that it took a lot to draw this picture in a short period of time. In spirit, his voice was deeper and slower than before.

"Since you said yes, then it is." Nangong Cangao interjected, "Although you can't tell the face, as long as you want to, you can also recognize Lin Qiuyan from the figure, am I right or not?" Turning to Jun Zhan However, his eyes turned out to be very sure.

I don't know where Nangong Cangao got his confidence. I believe he won't admit his mistake. Jun Zhanran took out the folding fan from his sleeve, tapped lightly on the armrest a few times, "Take off her dress."

"What?" Doubting whether he heard it wrong, Xu Taiwei repeated, "Take off her dress?"

"That's right, let someone take off her dress." As if he was just saying to raise her hand, Jun Zhanran pointed at the corpse, "If you want to confirm her identity, let someone take off her dress." dress."

A female corpse with an indistinguishable face was about to take off her clothes in front of everyone. Xu Taiwei frowned, and Nangong Cangao smiled, "Could it be that Xu Taiwei doesn't want to find the blood jade Linglong?"

Hearing the words Xueyu Linglong, Xu Donglin went all out, "Come here! Surround the venue and do an autopsy on the spot!"

Finally, he did not say the words "undressing for inspection" in public. The city lord recruited experienced foreman, surrounded the surrounding area with a curtain, and then carefully removed the clothing from the corpse. The corpse swelled, and it was not easy to undress. Obscene clothes and trousers, several people quickly retreated.

"She is Lin Qiuyan." Jun Zhanran only glanced at it.

Xu Donglin was a little unconvinced, "Mr. Jun knew it was her just by looking at her? I don't know where you saw it? If it's her body shape, the body is swollen after death, and even I can't recognize her. Why are you so sure?"

Lin Qiuyan was originally Xu Taiwei's favorite concubine, and he knew her appearance and figure like the back of his hand, which was not unreasonable.

"It's because he doesn't look at the shape, but the bones." It was not Jun Zhanran who answered him, but Nangong Cangao, "The body shape will change, but the bones will not change after death. Am I right?"

"It's really good." Nangong Cang Ao is Nangong Cang Ao after all, and Jun Zhanran is used to knowing so much about him.

Only then did Xu Donglin give up, his face turned ashen, and he stomped his feet, "What should I do? No matter how she died, if she was alive, we could still question her and find out the whereabouts of things, but now she This death..."

If the clue is lost, will the Blood Jade Linglong never be able to find it again? !

"Does Taiwei Xu still remember what I said?" Eagle's eyes were deep, his eyes shifted, and he turned to Jun Zhanran, "There is a person who knows the whereabouts of Xueyu Linglong."

Nangong Cang Ao spoke slowly, sitting alone on the flat ground surrounded by curtains, the black curtains covered the sunlight, Jun Zhanran slowly raised his eyebrows under the shadow, and did not answer.

Xu Donglin didn't dare to be reckless this time, he just waited for Nangong Cangao to understand what he said, but he didn't expect him to stop talking when he said this, and just smiled unfathomably. He didn't mean to speak, and made Xu Donglin sweat profusely.

"What else is there, why didn't the Yingshuai make it clear once?" Finally, Jun Zhanran leaned on the back of the chair and asked slowly, his back was still as straight as a sword, but his expression inevitably showed a little bit of tiredness.

That painting is not as easy as outsiders imagined. It seems to be fast, but in fact it brings the spirit to the extreme in a short moment, without the slightest deviation, and there is no room for slack. Heaven, earth, and people are one. Draw the outline of the skeleton in a short time, and then arrange and combine the appearance according to the facial muscles, and finally draw the appearance before birth.

The reason why the ghost hand is unparalleled is not only because of its excellent painting skills, but also because it can draw the charm of the people it paints. All along, Jun Zhanran's paintings are not only people, but also souls.

"Our landlord is tired, are you finished?" Xiao Hu was no longer polite.

Nangong Cangao nodded, walked up suddenly, and naturally supported Jun Zhanran's shoulders, and picked him up from the chair.

"Let's talk about other things. Thanks to your help this time, I will thank you with good wine and food. The sun is hot outside, but you might as well go back to the car to rest." Nangong Cang Ao lifted the curtain with his foot. Walk along the white velvet blanket to the carriage.

His behavior was unexpected, Jun Zhan frowned, but he was already in front of the car, so he couldn't say anything, he glanced up, "The handsome Ying really regards me as a friend."

"That's natural." Putting him carefully on the cushion in the carriage, Nangong Cang Ao touched those slender but useless legs, and pressed a few times along the knee joints without any trace, the muscles between the legs were not stretched. Completely shrunken, but visibly thinner than normal.

"You want to confirm that I'm really a cripple?" Seeing his actions, Jun Zhanran's smile was stinging.

"It's to confirm whether your illness can still be saved." No matter what Nangong Cang Ao originally thought, his answer seemed to be suspicious of Jun Zhanran. The corner of his mouth curled up, Jun Zhanran admired, with a serious face, "For me Don't worry, there must be a lot of friendship with Yingshuai."

"Of course not a lot." Nangong Cang Ao replied with a serious face, arranging his clothes for him.

Xiao Hu didn't have time to make a move, their landlord had already been carried into the carriage, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.