Time is slow

   Chapter 246 Suspicious Ghosts

   Chenguang suffered another knowing blow and returned to Loei House.

  Qiao Zhao asked, "What did General Shao say?"

   Chenguang: "The general said that the medicine of the three girls is very effective. He is very grateful and touched. The three girls can contact our general for anything, and he is indefensible."

  Qiao Zhao frowned upon hearing this: "General Shao really said that?"

   Just because of Grandpa Li's entrustment, you can be obliged? Does this guy have any morals?

   Morning light was confused.

  Why are the three girls not only not moved, but also a little angry?

   Seeing Chenguang hesitate, Qiao Zhao said lightly: "Forget it, there will be nothing major in the future, and I didn't need to trouble General Shao, let alone his duty."

   Chenguang was stunned and couldn't help but blurted out: "The three girls and our general said the same thing!"

  Qiao Zhao was startled, and quickly understood what Chenguang meant.

   She was annoyed at first. Shao Mingyuan thinks she is annoying?

   Then, inexplicably and a little happy in my heart.

  In this way, that person is not able to walk away when he sees the little girl, and he knows how to avoid suspicion.

   Chenguang suddenly found that the three girls were in a better mood again.

   The coachman thought about it and decided not to talk nonsense.

   "Did General Shao say there is rain today?"

   "I said it, I said it." Chenguang nodded again and again.

   He said, the three girls and the general have a good heart!

   "That's good." Qiao Zhao nodded relievedly, and suddenly smiled at Chenguang.

   Chenguang looked vigilant.

  Why does he have an ominous foreboding?

   "Morning light, I have something to trouble you tonight."

   After being silent for a while, Chenguang suggested with a look of hopelessness: "Three girls, I'm just a little coachman. You're doing big things, so why bother me so much? Why don't you let our generals come?"

   "But the driver is mine, and your general has nothing to do with me."

   The morning light is full of tears.

  Farewell, the general can also be yours...

  Qiao Zhao handed the scroll that was at hand to Chenguang.

   Chenguang took it over and looked at Qiao Zhao in surprise.

  Qiao Zhaowen smiled warmly: "Open it and take a look."

   Chenguang was frightened and unfolded the picture little by little.

   Surprisingly, the background color of this scroll was painted black, and gradually the white skirt of the woman appeared.

   The contrast between black and white is inexplicably shocking.

   Chenguang’s heart skipped a beat.

  Is this a self-portrait of the three girls? So strange, why is the base color black?

The    scroll finally unfolded, revealing the clean and pure face of the woman.

   Chenguang shook his hand and the scroll fell to the ground.

  Qiao Zhao hurriedly picked up the scroll and frowned, "What's wrong?"

   Chenguang's face was rather ugly, his eyes were fixed on Qiao Zhao, and even his voice was unstable: "The three girls know the person in the painting?"

  Three girls are very good at painting, and he recognized with just one glance that the woman in the painting was the deceased general's wife!

  Qiao Zhao was also a little surprised.

   There was no Chenguang among the people Shao Mingyuan sent to pick her up, so she was actually recognized by Chenguang?

   It stands to reason that the only chance for Chenguang to see her was when she was pushed against the city wall by the Tartars.

   But she was so embarrassed at that time, and separated by a distance, Chen Guang actually remembered it after seeing it?

   "Does Chenguang know the person in the painting?" Qiao Zhao asked back in the same way.

   "Of course I do. This is our late general's wife. I saw it in the general's study—" Chenguang suddenly stopped.

  Damn, what did he say, let the three girls know that there is a portrait of his wife hanging in the general's room, what if he ignores the general in the future?

   Qiao Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

   Shao Mingyuan painted her portrait?

   Shao Mingyuan can still paint?

   I really can't see that, with such a cold-hearted appearance, he would put the portrait of a woman in the study.

  Qiao Zhao had mixed feelings that he couldn't even explain.

  Although her death can't be saved by how many portraits that person painted, but after all, the feeling of being remembered and being thrown into the clouds is still different.

  Qiao Zhao couldn't help showing a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

   "Three girls, when did you meet the general's wife?" Chenguang was as curious as he was scratching his head.

   "What's strange, your general's wife used to live in the capital."

   "So it is, I was startled just now. Then why did you draw this?"

   "Morning light, I asked you to dress up as a tiger to scare people last time, right? After all, it is quite troublesome to sneak into other people's houses at night."

   "What's the trouble with this? It's like walking on the ground for me. You don't know the third girl. I think when I was in the Northland..."

   Chenguang said with a bright face, Qiao Zhao listened patiently.

   After he finished speaking, Qiao Zhao smiled: "If that's the case, then please go again and use this painting to scare people."

  Morning Light: "..." Where are the scissors? He's going to cut that annoying tongue out!

   It was cloudy all day, and there was no wind. The entire capital seemed to be wrapped in a steamer, and Kou Shang Shufu was no exception.

  The two maids serving the Mao family were dripping with sweat, as if they had been pulled out of the water, so they had to quietly move to the open window to take a breath.

   This weather is really suffocating, but the wife is ill, there is no ice basin in the house, and the room smells of medicine, and even they suffer.

   "Chunzhi, help me down for a walk." Mr. Mao shouted in a hoarse voice.

  The two maids hurriedly helped Mrs Mao get out of bed, thinking that it would be useful to invite the Taoist priests of Xuanqingguan to do a ritual. The wife, who had been sleeping most of the time, was much awake today.

  Mrs. get well soon, so they can have a better life.

   Lying in bed for several days, Mao's legs and feet were a little weak. He moved to the window and sat down, and said with a slow sigh: "It's going to rain like this today."

   "It's good to have a heavy rain, our house just did the ritual, and another heavy rain will wash away all the bad luck, and the wife will be fine."

  Mao smiled and looked out the window at the low dark clouds.

  Xuanqing Temple is a famous Taoist temple. The Taoist priests are all capable. If you invite them to do dharma deeds, all ghosts and ghosts will be driven clean. What is that short-lived ghost?

   Thinking of this, Mao felt a lot lighter all over his body.

   A cool breeze blew in from the window.

   Mao sighed comfortably.

   "Madam, it might be raining, so you will be better. Don't let the wind blow. The maid will help you go back and lie down."

After being ill for a while, Mrs Mao cherished her body even more. After listening to what the maid said, she nodded, and was supported by the maid to walk back, and instructed: "You don't have to close the window first, the room is like a steamer, wait for the rain to fall. Say it again."

  The rain came in a hurry on the summer night. Not long after Mr. Mao said this, the wind was blowing wildly outside the house, making the windows whirring, and Chunzhi hurried to close the windows.

   She came to the window and looked out subconsciously.

   A woman in a white dress and a white dress stood outside the window, her long hair was loose, and she was very ghostly.

   "Ah—" Chunzhi screamed and ran back and forth, "Madam, there are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

   (end of this chapter)