As soon as I walked to the house, a slight coolness came to my face. It was not the wind, but there were many fruit trees here, which were covered by thick shade, which was cooler than in the house. The air was filled with a faint fragrance of fruit trees, and the peaches and plums were all hung, and so was the pear tree.

Huh? Yan Wanwan suddenly saw that a large wooden couch was bought under the tree. It was under the shade of the tree. It made people feel... cool and I really want to lie down.

But she remembered that she didn't have this wooden couch!

The sound of light and light footsteps came from behind. She heard it was musk smoke, but she forced herself to do not look back.

Until she heard the footsteps approaching, she turned her head and saw musk smoke, and her face looked just right.

Musk held the tray in his hand, bent his knees at her, and said with a smile, "This wooden couch was ordered by the young master and his wife after they came back from the mountains, saying that the wife was afraid of heat, but it was better to cool off on the wooden couch." Then he walked over with the tray and placed the things in the tray one by one on a small table placed on the wooden couch.

Two plates of pastries, two were scattered with well water, and they looked at them with cold fruits and fruits, and a pot of herbal tea. The most careful thing was that they also took some mosquito-proof incense, which was lit and started to smoke.

"Madam, come and sit down!" After all this, Musk Bow stepped aside.

Yan Wanwan naturally enjoyed it very much. He walked up and got on the wooden couch. The coolness was faint, and it was really comfortable from the body to the heart. However, the comfort was only a moment, and I felt that there was no more atmosphere. The whole world seemed to be an airtight bag, and people were caught in it, as if they were about to be suffocated to death.

Yan Wanwan slapped the fan hard, but even the wind slapping was hot. She frowned and threw the fan away.

"I'm afraid it will rain in a while!" Muskyan raised his head and looked at the way of heaven.

Yan Wanwan also looked up and saw that the sky was covered with lead clouds, and it was so dark that it was really like a black cloud was swaying the city. If you want to go down, just go down quickly. It would be easier, Yan Wanwan thought.

When the thunder sounded faintly in the sky, Yan Zheng returned to his office in the Imperial Office.

His clothes were already soaked with sweat. The duty room was built with a narrow inner room, which was here if he spent the night in the yamen office on weekdays.

When he entered the inner room, Ruishan had prepared a bucket of cold water for him and wiped his body. He changed his clothes and picked up the changed Shi Ming Si Xuanyi. But he didn't want to touch a tube-shaped object. Only then did he remember the wedding gift from Eunuch Zhao that he had just received in the palace - the scroll that was said to be made by Mr. Sang Nanye.

The reason why Yan Zheng changed his mind and accepted the gift from Eunuch Zhao was because of the four words "Sang Nanye Lao". This is the font used by King Ning when he was in seclusion in Jiangnan and wrote poems and paintings.

However, even during his reclusive period, King Ning did not lack money, and there were very few paintings that flowed out. He knew that it was because he had seen one from His Majesty before, and the signature was this old man Sang Nanye. At that time, because the techniques in the painting were very familiar, he came down to check and confirmed that Mr. Sang Nanye was King Ning. Unfortunately, the painting where His Majesty was just a glance and never saw it again. The time of this painting today was so coincidental. Although it was too coincidental, he could not bear to fight with gains and losses. After weighing the pros and cons, he accepted the painting.

Yan Zheng took the painting to the desk in the outer room, spread the painting little by little on the desk, and looked over with the light of the oil lamp...

There are a pair of boys and girls on the painting. Two children are squatting on the ground and weave grasshoppers. The boy has only one side face, but also a sword-browed eyebrow and starry eyes. His face is full of naughty smiles. The girl is the protagonist of the painting, located in the middle of the painting, with her cheeks bulging, her eyes round as the moon, bright and full of stubbornness.

When Yan Zheng saw the girl's face, a strange look flashed across his heart. His eyes moved towards the place where he signed the paper, and his heart suddenly jumped—

After six years of Yanhe, he was at home, and his daughter Yuer was reciting her. Below is the signature and seal of Sang Nanye Lao.

Love your daughter Yuer? Does King Ning actually have a daughter? Yan Zheng's heartbeats immediately, especially when his eyes fell on the girl's face again. The strange sense of familiarity when he looked at the girl's facial features gradually became clear, and the horror and tremor in his heart slowly settled down... Is that true?

He was familiar with the style of King Ning's paintings and was familiar with the little habits that others might not notice when painting. He looked at them carefully and confirmed that the painting was indeed written by King Ning Xiao Yan.

The sixth year of Yanhe... was when he lived in seclusion in the south of the Yangtze River. However, the document records that King Ning clearly had only his only son Xiao Rang, and when King Yu Ning planned to rebel, he lost his traces and was repeatedly found. As for his daughter... he had never mentioned it at all.

Vaguely, Yan Wanwan's face suddenly appeared in his mind—

"Actually, they wanted to leave us aside so that they could live in their two-person world. They were still very tired of being married."

"I have a brother, but I was separated when I was young. I came to Beijing because I heard that he might have come here."

"The sheep are kind to kneel down and the crows are fed back. What's wrong with people? It's a pity that the son wants to raise his parents but his parents are not waiting..."

The words Yan Wanwan said echoed in her ears, and the expressions she said when she said these words came to her mind. The female thief who was very good at kung fu, Zhuohua used death as her cover, Zhao Qiang tried his best to protect her, and the evidence that she easily entrusted, the traces of being taught well on her body, and the clues that he had already discovered and never verified. If so... If so, it would be all right.

Yan Zhengshen looked at the face of the girl on the painting and closed his eyes hard... So that's it.

That night, the red lightning pulled a hole in the dull night sky, and the wind rushed out of the hole with the sound of muffled thunder. The stuffy heat that was being held in the sky seemed to finally find the exit and leaked out bit by bit. Then, lightning followed one by one, and the muffled thunder rushed, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and the rain finally fell, clean and neatly, and full of joy.

But just like the sound of rain, a slight strange sound came from outside the Baozhu Pavilion.

"Who?" On a rainy night, a loud shout suddenly sounded, and a black shadow flashed through the corridor outside Baozhuxuan, followed by several people, chasing and heading into the bamboo forest.

When they walked away, a delicate black shadow that had been hanging under the eaves fell to the ground at some point. After a few steps, they turned over and went into the window. They arrived at the desk with a familiarity and began to grop.

The sound of rain outside was roaring, and the lightning that lighted up from time to time made the room bright, and the pair of clear eyes that were exposed outside the black towel were also reflected at the same time. It was Yan Wanwan.

With the lightning light, she rummaged lightly and quickly around the desk. She had already seen it when she came in during the day. If there was anything in the study room that could hide things, there would be only this place left.
Chapter completed!