Author: Shui Qianche

Yi Zhen came to Yeyou Temple in person to ask for an audience, and was led into the courtyard inside.

After not seeing each other for several years, Mi August still looked the same as he remembered, but Mi Feixue had grown a lot taller, losing her childishness and thinness, and taking on the appearance of a teenager.

He approached and said hello to the two of them, his eyes fell on the painting Mi Feixue was drawing on the table, and he paused for a moment without showing any expression.

It can be seen at a glance that what Mi Feixue is painting is Mi August, and the painting is very good and expressive.

In comparison, the painting in the restaurant is really no wonder the scholars thought she was deliberately making fun of her.

Mi August and Mi Feixue said, "We'll see when I come back."

Mi Feixue nodded.

Mi August took Yi Zhen elsewhere.

On the way, Yi Zhen simplified the matter of Juxian Tower and asked Mi August for help.

"Zhuang Yu and others will come in person to apologize after they offended the Son of God."

After Mi August listened, he had a clearer estimate of some of Mi Feixue's abilities. Without explaining anything to Yi Zhen, he waved his hand and opened the fast lane again, taking Yi Zhen back to the imperial city.

Juxian Building.

I saw two people arriving.

The night tour envoy Xian Chao Mi August respectfully shouted: "Sir!"

Marquis Wen'an and others also saluted.

The shopkeeper and waiter who had met Mi August before thought of her true identity and were so frightened that they didn't even dare to look at her.

Mi August walked to the table.

When she took Mi Feixue away during the day, the painting was still normal, but now it has become a strange story.

At that time, Mi Feixue's self-esteem was hurt by the comments from those literati, especially when she was criticized in front of her parents. Others only saw Mi Feixue's gloomy look, while Mi August saw the child's depressed and aggrieved embarrassment.

Feng Jing jumped out of the window and left with Mi Feixue.

Mi Feixue had been in a bad mood since then, so the two of them did not continue wandering around the imperial city, but returned to their residence in the temple.

After coming back, Mi August asked Mi Feixue to draw a portrait of him with a few words in order to relieve Mi Feixue's worries. Until Yi Zhen arrived in person, he guessed it from Yi Zhen's expression and the way he looked at Mi Feixue.

What happened? It's related to Mi Feixue.

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[Juxian Literary Society]

Weird stories.

Fatal rules…

How to break the rules...

Only in August did Mi put her spiritual sense into Guitan, and the rules of Guitan were fully revealed to her.

Although she has always been talented at breaking rules and breaking them, and has never encountered any problems, but there is no need for her to take the initiative to explore like this Guitan. She will expose herself to you without reservation as soon as she comes into contact.

It’s the first time I’ve seen him.

It's as if you have just encountered a difficult problem, and before you even pick up the pen and start calculating, the answer has already been delivered to you, including the perfect equation of the answer.

When he thought that this strange story was the product of Mi Feixue's unconsciousness, Mi August seemed to understand something.

She looked at the others and smiled: "As long as you identify the people in the painting, you can save them."

After hearing this, everyone subconsciously looked at the paintings on the table.

In the eyes of Wen Anhou and others, there is almost no difference between the stick figure and the abstract painting style.

"How...how to identify this?"

Mi August pointed to a stick figure in the painting, "Slim face, protruding cheekbones, and a mole on the chin. Today, there are three pieces of jade hanging on my clothes. One of them is in the shape of a flower. What is its name?"

Everyone listened to her words and stared intently at the stick figure she pointed at, which was only about the size of a finger in the painting.

Face slimming?

Refers to the long brick-shaped head?

Protruding cheekbones...you mean the two sharp corners drawn on both sides?

There is a mole on the chin...it's not an ink stain!?

How do you see the three pieces of jade on the clothes? That mess of threads?

There are also flower patterns...

Having said that, if you look carefully at the three messy stains, one of them does look a bit like a flower.

"Lu Su! It's me, my name is Lu Su!"

Excited shouts came from the painting.

Mi August pointed at the stick figure and said, "Lu Su."

After the words fell, a young man in blue appeared out of thin air among the crowd.

He has a thin face, protruding cheekbones, a mole on his chin, and indeed three pieces of jade hanging on his waist, which are exactly the same features Mi August mentioned just now.

Lu Su's face was pale, and he looked like he had not yet regained consciousness after returning to the world. He was slumped on the ground and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Marquis Wen An and others saw this scene of dramatic transformation into a living person. Although they were mentally prepared, they were still shocked.

A man came to help Lu Su, and as soon as he touched his arm, Lu Su screamed.

The man relaxed his strength and examined Lu Su carefully before saying, "Both of his hands are dislocated."

Marquis Wen'an's expression changed and he asked Lu Su: "What did you experience in the painting?"

Lu Su said with difficulty: "My hand was torn off." When his arms were in severe pain, he thought he had finally come back to the world, but in the end he still looked like a monster with no hands in the world of paintings.

Only now can I see clearly that I am still human. I almost cried with joy when I heard that my arms were dislocated rather than broken. "I can still put my hands back, right?"

The person who checked him nodded, and Lu Su relaxed completely, then rolled his eyes and passed out.

The noise outside was also heard by everyone in the painting. When they learned that someone had been rescued and restored to normal, the cries for help became even more violent and crazy.

In this commotion, everyone looked at Mi August.

Zhuang Yan said, "Master Mi..."

Mi August smiled lightly, "I've told you the method, all you need to do is identify the rest."

Her tone was not forceful, and everyone present could hear what she meant behind her words.

Mi August's figure disappeared before their eyes.

The night traveler also resigned from Yi Zhen.

Yi Zhen ordered: "First count the number of people in the Wenhui, their personal characteristics, and their clothing, and then identify them one by one."

Knowing that their lives were at stake, people in the painting rushed to sign up to report their characteristics, and some even went so far as to specify the color of their underwear, fearing that they would miss out on details about being rescued.

"Quiet." Yi Zhen ordered, "I am Prince Yi Zhen. I promise you that I will not give up on anyone. Now listen to my order and introduce them one by one from left to right, from the name to the shape of the eyes, nose, mouth, and face.

The way you dress."

With Yi Zhen's name in the painting, the chaos in the painting was alleviated, and the report began according to Yi Zhen's instructions.

Outside, several people were holding pens and ink to record.

After everyone's information is recorded, the next step is the identification process.

The person in the painting is very quiet for fear of affecting the performance of everyone outside.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes of silence passed.

"Is anyone here?"

"Didn't you say you would save us?"

"It's me. My features are very easy to recognize. I'm the fattest one among them!"

"Can you do it or not!?"

Listening to these complaints, the people outside the painting looked at each other with distressed expressions.

The fattest one?

But everyone here looks the same.

"How on earth did that adult see the thin face, cheekbones and mole on the chin?"

Anyway, until Mi August pointed at the stick figure of Lu Su, none of them could see any of this in it. It wasn't until they were pointed out that they felt the resemblance.

Yi Zhen said calmly: "The wonderful pen of the Son of God is so lifelike, Master Mi can certainly see it at a glance, but our mortal eyes cannot see through it so easily."

Zhuang Yan: "The prince is right."

Marquis Wen'an: "...I am blind."

One of the people pinched Lu Su and woke him up again.

Lu Su was at a loss when he was grabbed by the collar and led away. He mentioned the stick figure pointed at him beside the painting and asked, "When the Son of God was painting, who was this person standing next to you?"

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up.

This is a good idea!

Under the gaze of everyone, Lu Su did not dare to mess around but was not sure, "Lu Liangqin?"
Chapter completed!