After shedding the shell of the grain, she began to make porridge with colorful rice.

The cook next to her wanted to go forward to help make the fire, but Ming Wuyan pointed a little and the fire started to burn, scaring her so much that she hurriedly huddled beside her.

Mingwuyan smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, this is the Five Elements Spiritual Fire I have cultivated."

The kitchen nodded quickly. She had just heard of the spiritual fire, but she had never seen it with her own eyes, so she opened her eyes wide at this moment.

Ming Wuyan continued to add some Tianling Spring Water to the rice, and used the separated rainbow divine fire to cook porridge. Then he picked out two Tianlingluo flowers from the Medicine King's Qiankun bag, washed and chopped them, and put them in the pot...

During the cooking process, Mingwuyan saw a lot of sweet potatoes in the kitchen. She was free and picked several sweet potatoes and made a shredded sweet potato and some sweet potato balls.

After the stuff was done, the first thing she thought was to leave a portion for Xue Yihan, so she really did this, put one into the marriage space, and then took out some special sauce left by the aunt in the No. 1 courtyard to make seasonings, and made a side dish that was easy to digest and easy to eat for Mrs. Feng, and then she brought it to her room.

When Mrs. Feng saw these exquisite food, her eyes turned red. Although there was no food, she was a little surprised to see the colorful and fragrant porridge and took a bite with a smile.

As soon as she got in, she was stunned. The smell...

This smell actually aroused her appetite and made her feel happy. It was incredible!

She glanced at Ming Wuyan, and saw her look of expectation and calmness, she immediately took another bite, another bite...

She never knew that porridge could be done like this, and the ingredient things on the porridge were eaten into her stomach, making her whole body warm, as if there were a stream of power conveying to her body, which was so comfortable!

It was like a person who was about to die of thirst met Qingquan. Mrs. Feng quickly drank a bowl of porridge and then swept away the side dishes.

The girl saw that the lady had eaten so much and couldn't stop smiling. Seeing that the eldest lady was serving so well, she immediately informed the general.

"Yan'er, you are really the best chef in the world. I have never eaten such delicious food. Are these made of sweet potatoes?" Mrs. Feng hesitated whether she should try it too.

Mingwuyan smiled and said, "This is a sweet potato that is a bit sweet. My godmother can try it, and it will taste more in her mouth. You don't need to eat it too. The sweet potato meatballs are the same. You can taste it fresh!"

"Oh!" Mrs. Feng smiled, and just ate some.

These ordinary things also brought her happiness. Now that I think about it, she hasn't eaten for a long time.

The things Yan'er cooked seemed to open her stomach and evoke her memory of food...

This kid is really considerate, just like Qin'er...

Thinking of Qin'er, the smile on Mrs. Feng's face was slightly stiff. She turned around and took out a bamboo tube from the dark lattice beside her and took out a well-sealed painting inside.

She trembled and gave the painting to Mingwuyan, and said softly: "Yan'er, you have never seen your mother before, you must miss her very much! This is a portrait of your mother..."

Ming Wuyan was shocked. She never thought that one day, she would see a portrait of her mother...

She almost opened the portrait with some urgency...

With her movements, a woman as beautiful as a beautiful moon appeared in Mingwuyan's eyes. Her eyebrows and eyes were smiling, wearing a light blue gauze skirt, standing by a lake. The wind blew her long hair and raised her sleeves. The whole picture was so beautiful that it was so quiet and elegant...

The person in the painting is really a beautiful woman. As Mrs. Feng described it, even if she smiles, she gives people a feeling of holy as water...

Mother, it is more in line with her imagination of the word "saint" than that Xue Ruopian!

"Your mother is beautiful, right?" Mrs. Feng sighed lightly.

The portrait is still there, still beautiful, but the beauty is no longer there, and she sighs with the help of the people...

Ming Wuyan nodded, "Well, godmother, can you give me this portrait?"

Mrs. Feng lowered her eyelids and said sadly: "Yan'er, if you know who painted this portrait, you wouldn't want to stay."

Mingwu Yan was slightly stunned and said softly: "Didn't this portrait be painted by you and my father?"

Mrs. Feng shook her head and said with some difficulty: "It was the one who drew it... that person is, yes..."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Feng started coughing again.

Ming Wuyan gently sighed for her, her thoughts had become clear, and she said with some clarity: "It's hard to reach, is this what Beichen Emperor Beichen won the painting?"

When Mrs. Feng heard the person's name again, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and then tears fell.

"Yes, it's him..."

Ming Wuyan doesn’t understand now. How could the things that Beichen won are with his godmother?

She looked at Mrs. Feng in confusion, with confusion and suspicion in her eyes.

"Yan'er, Beichenying is just a bastard, a demon..." Mrs. Feng suddenly became excited.

At this moment, General Feng came, and when he saw the portrait, he was furious.

"Qian'er, didn't you say that this portrait was burned? Why is it still there?"

Mrs. Feng suddenly became silent and looked at her husband in a daze.

Ming Wuyan saw that the atmosphere was wrong and hurriedly said, "Godfather, because I heard from my dad that my godmother and my mom are good friends. Yan'er had never seen her mother before, and she didn't even know what she looked like, so she asked her godmother to tell me. My godmother thought about where a painting was placed before, and then she turned it out again. Don't be angry!"

When General Feng De saw Yan'er say this, his anger was a little restrained, but his face was still not very good.

He turned to Mrs. Feng and said, "Don't think about the past. Yan'er, you can chat with your godmother for a while and then come out. My godfather has something to say to you."

Ming Wuyan nodded obediently, "Okay, godfather!"

General Feng De glanced at his wife again and turned around and left.

Originally, he heard the maid say that Qian'er had started eating. She ate a lot of food Yan'er made. He came to take a look, but unexpectedly he saw the portrait that caused all the trouble...

In order not to scare Yan'er, he strode away.

Mrs. Feng looked at Yan'er and stroked her face and said, "Yan'er, your godfather asked you to go! If you like the portrait, take it!"

Ming Wuyan knew that she must be uncomfortable at this moment, so to avoid her being excited, she took the portrait and turned around and left.

Outside, General Feng De was sitting in the hall, Minglang sat beside him, one with a gloomy face and the other with a helpless face.

"Dad, godfather!" Ming Wuyan called out and immediately pulled back their thoughts.

When General Feng De saw that Yan'er was still holding the painting in his hand, his face became even heavier. Even Minglang took a few more glances.

General Feng De didn't know what to say, so he looked at Minglang next to him and hoped that he would say something.

Minglang took a photo of the chair next to him and whispered: "Yan'er, sit down."

Ming Wuyan sat down obediently and placed the painting on the desktop.

She knew that her father would definitely talk about this painting now!

"Yan'er, I know that you have never seen your mother before, so you must miss her. If you like the portrait, just keep it! Not to mention other aspects, Beichenying is indeed a master of painting. Qin'er in his paintings is very beautiful and realistic."

When Minglang said this, General Feng De was very surprised. He frowned, "Minglang, do you really let Yan'er leave the painting? Beichenying tried his best to find this painting..."

"This is just a painting. Qin'er is gone. Let's leave a memory for Yan'er! Although it is a painting by an annoying person, it doesn't matter anymore." Minglang interrupted Feng De's words.

After so many years, he could not destroy the painting just because it was painted by Beichen. If it was to be destroyed, it would be up to Yan'er himself to decide.

Ming Wuyan was silent for a while and unfolded the painting again...

When Minglang suddenly saw the person on the painting, his whole expression changed, and he was extremely sad...

Ming Wuyan looked at the painting carefully, looked left and right, but didn't see anything. After thinking about it, she held it carefully in the backlight and translucent place, but did not notice any abnormality.

Is there really nothing special about this painting?

What should Beichenying do to find it back?

Is it just because the painting is my mother?

She closed her eyes slightly, her fingers condensed a trace of spiritual power, gently stroked every part of the scroll...

He looked at his daughter in confusion, "Yan'er, what are you doing?"

Ming Wuyan did not answer. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, shook her hand, took out a dagger from the space, and directly scratched it twice on the painting, and then she saw that the painting on the surface was easily torn off, and under the scroll, there was a map with relatively simple handwriting on the flat lower layer of paper...

General Feng De and Minglang were both shocked, and no one thought there was still mystery in this painting.

Ming Wuyan took a closer look and found that she couldn't understand the map, so she turned it over to her father and General Feng De to see it.

Minglang took a look and his eyes suddenly became cold, "It turns out that Beichenying wanted to retrieve this painting, not just for this to be Qin'er's painting!"

It seems that Beichen Ying’s friendship with Qin'er is not as deep and persistent as he imagined.

"Dad, do you know the place on this place?" Ming Wuyan couldn't help asking when she saw her father was in a daze.

Minglang shook his head, "I don't know it, but it looks a bit like the Eight Star Gate, I can't be sure."

"I didn't see it either." General Feng De also looked puzzled. He couldn't imagine how there would be a map on this painting.

"Dad, I'll go out." Ming Wuyan stood up.

Minglang hurriedly said, "Yan'er, where are you going?"

"I'll ask Meng Chi, Yan Lin and others." If this is the map of the Baxing Gate, she would feel a little strange. Why did she put the map of the Baxing Gate together with her mother's painting? Is there any purpose?

"Dad, please send someone to call them over!" Minglang felt that it would be better to say something in the general's mansion, after all, it was his own territory.

Ming Wuyan put away the paintings and maps, shook her head, "No need, I'll be back soon."

She put the painting into the space and ran out of the general's mansion. After a turn, she was carried into her arms by a familiar and domineering figure.

"Baby Chaos, where are you going?"

Ming Wuyan looked up and saw Xue Yihan alone here, she was surprised. "Why are you here? Are you going to find me?"

She thought Xue Yihan had been preparing for engagement these two days and it would take two days to appear.
To be continued...