The Possession of My Beloved

    Mian Tang picked up a letter and looked at it.

    These are all carefully reviewed by Cui Xingzhou, Li Guangcai, and a group of clerks, so there is no need for her to look at it carefully.

    So she abandoned the paperwork and looked at other objects.

    Cui Xingzhou also knew that he couldn't find anything in the document, and thoughtfully pointed to a large porcelain jar full of painting scrolls: "It seems that this general of Yingsi Temple is still arty. People, especially like to collect landscape paintings."

    Mian Tang listened, walked over, stretched out her hand and took out a picture, slowly unfolding the scroll.

    The artistic conception of this painting is also very beautiful. It is the famous Daishan Mountain in Dayan. Floating clouds lingered, and a group of dangerous peaks stood tall. However, it is not the work of a famous master, and the signature is only the seal of "Mr. Wei".

    Cui Xingzhou knows that she has a unique sense of smell when appreciating paintings.

    You must know that when she and Zhao Jiayu competed with Zhao Jiayu to go to her own porcelain shop to paint plates, she had a unique eye, and discovered that in the painting, dragonfly eyes hide the mystery of ladies, and they competed for the town. The limelight of Nanhou made Zhao Jiayu very angry!

    However, in these paintings, is there another world on the bean-sized painting paper like Mr. Chen, a layman who hates the pen?

    At this moment, Liu Miantang pointed to a rock painted in ochre red and said, "Do you see that in these paintings, every place has this little red rock. ?"

    Cui Xingzhou looked intently, and sure enough, these paintings all have ochre red rocks. However, because they are all painted by painters signed "Mr. Wei", the painters are the same, and the styles are inevitably similar. Those rocks are not conspicuous, and there is nothing unusual.

    But Miantang leaned in to take a closer look, then waved Cui Xingzhou to bring her a pen and white paper.

    Cui Xingzhou was aroused by her curiosity, so he simply learned from her, sitting cross-legged on the ground, grinding ink and paving paper for her.

    Liu Miantang carefully looked at the dates of the paintings, and after rearranging the order, he rubbed the red rock parts little by little.

    When the red rocks of several paintings are gathered together, you will find that these rocks are connected in one place, like the tangrams played by children, and they fit perfectly. Moreover... the lines on the rocks gradually became outlines - it was a picture of the internal structure of the artillery.

    Cui Xingzhou could not help but stand up as he saw Liu Miantang conjuring up the secrets in the painting.

    "How did you discover it?" If ordinary people don't know what's going on inside, they would never think of using this method to piece together rocks.

    Miantang looked up at him and said, "When I was on Yangshan before... I once saw a similar painting in Liu Hao's study."

    Liu Hao is a person who likes painting and calligraphy, so the walls of the study are covered with many famous works.

    It's a little bit special to have a place for a painting by a lesser-known person like this.

    "This method of identifying paintings was taught to me by Liu Hao at the time, but what was hidden in his paintings at that time was not a rock, but a flying bird... The bird's eyes are the transportation of your grain and grass The road map... These paintings are all bought by Liu Hao's people in the painting shop in Shanxia Town, and no one will pay attention. Who are the people... But from the perspective of the painting style, although they are slightly different, they are very similar... If you want to come to Liu Gan to know who the painter is, if you want to know, when you return to Beijing, just ask him."

    Cui Xingzhou's eyelids jumped slightly when he heard this.

    At the beginning of the war with Yangshan, his disciples did lose a lot of food and grass. At that time, he suspected that there was an internal traitor, and he cooperated with the Yangshan thief internally and externally, and cut off the food and grass.

    So when he personally commanded the encirclement and suppression of Yangshan, he also rectified the internal affairs by the way, replaced all the grain and grass officials, and added a few blind granaries, only to stop the news. vent.

    Have you ever received such a painting? So does he also know the "mountain ghost" who paints? Or would it be Wanzai who secretly colluded with Yingji Temple?

    Thinking of this, Cui Xingzhou's eyes were filled with frost.

    He thought that Liu Hao was in the midst of the people, and he should understand the suffering of the people. But if Liu Hao took such pains to get rid of him, and even used Japanese people to borrow knives to kill people, it would be too unbearable!

    For a while, there are many messy threads in my mind, which need to be sorted and aligned one by one...

    However, he lightly corrected one of the things of the head of Lu Da's family: "He is now the most expensive one, you can no longer call him by his first name."

    Because he was jealous at first, Miantang coaxed him and said that he would never mention Liu Gan's name again. But now, the female mountain bandit Lu Wen has just come out, reappearing in the rivers and lakes, and speaking with impunity.

    Cui Xingzhou had to correct her, so as not to be listened to and made a fuss by interested people.

    Liu Miantang smiled freely: "If you don't say it, I almost forgot. It's been a few years now, and everything is not what it used to be.

    After she finished speaking, she got up and wanted to turn around, but after walking a few steps, she saw that Cui Xingzhou was still motionless, leaning against the table and seemed to be contemplating something.

    Mian Tang went back and took his hand, dragged him back to the bedroom, and then lay down hugging each other.

    Today he was shocked to hear that his mother was seriously ill, and he was in a bad mood. But tomorrow they have to hurry, and Miantang really felt sorry for Cui Xingzhou.

    In the beginning, although she was unfamiliar with him, but even if the memory is gone, the couple has been married for so long, the fit in many small details of life is enough to make people feel at ease.

    For example, he never asked himself what he did after Yingsi Temple kidnapped her.

    Later she asked him curiously, is he not jealous? Cui Xingzhou said lightly: "Didn't you come back to me now? So it doesn't matter how he offended you, no matter what he did or not, I won't let him live..."

    Hearing this, Miantang's eyes brightened, and he felt that the King of Huaiyang was really an informal and upright man. Of course, she would not be stigmatized, but said that Yingsi Temple was a gentleman and treated her with courtesy.

    But after she finished explaining, Cui Xingzhou became jealous and asked Liu Miantang to praise him like this, did she think Yingsi Temple was gentle and handsome?

    Liu Miantang didn't think about it for a while, but to tell the truth, she has always admired polite men.

    As soon as she finished speaking, Cui Xingzhou kissed her fiercely with an expression like she wanted to strangle her...

     Only then did Miantang know that this exiled immortal who looked at the clouds and the wind was actually a jar of vinegar, but the angle of jealousy was a little different from that of people, but the small belly chicken intestines were no different from ordinary people!

      He hadn't slept yet, and he rolled over and hugged himself, but there was a rumbling from his stomach.

    During dinner, because he was worried about his mother, he didn't eat much. At this time in the middle of the night, listening to his stomach growl, Miantang felt distressed again, and asked softly: "You are hungry... tomorrow morning. Going, Mama Li seems to have prepared night porridge, so I can get up early to eat... Fang Xie and the others are also asleep, do you want me to scoop a bowl for you?"

    Cui Xingzhou was really hungry, so he got up and went to the kitchen with Miantang.

    Because the large stove still had lingering fire and the porridge was hot, the two moved the bench and sat by the stove drinking white porridge and listening to the chirping of night insects.

    Miantang found the sugar jar by the stove, so he scooped a spoonful and put it in Cui Xingzhou's bowl and stirred it, and said softly: "When I was on the Yangshan Mountain, I was sometimes chased by you in a hurry. Now, I can't help but envy you for being an official, upright, and you don't have to hide in Tibet like a field mouse with your brothers like me. But now, I just found out that you are actually a rat, trapped in the big vat of the imperial court, If someone on the top doesn't like the eye, they can throw bricks in it, leaving you nowhere to run... It's better to go into the mountains and be a bandit and be happy..."

    Cui Xingzhou drank this bowl of sweet and greasy porridge, and then stared at Liu Miantang: "Are you trying to turn this king against your bandit?"

    Miantang smiled and said, "I just want to say, if the brick is smashed hard, it's better to let it smash the cylinder. It’s too heavy, if the day when the grass is a pirate, I know the door and the road, but I can lead you to worship the mountain and set up a door on your own.”

    This time, Cui Xingzhou smiled: "You thought it through for me... But you really broke the tank. I'm afraid it's not the mouse in the tank who is worried?"

    Both of them spoke with mystery, and after saying something that each other could understand, the sky began to light up slightly.

    Cui Xingzhou woke up after sleeping in the carriage for an hour.

    After a sleep, his mind became much clearer.

    In any case, he finally figured out the clue and knew that there was such a deeply hidden "Mr. Wei".

    As Miantang once said, this Mr. Wei is no ordinary traitor. Regardless of the way he conveys information and the way he acts, it shows that he is an elegant person with high self-esteem.

    Cui Xingzhou really didn't want to think about his side for a while, who is so penetrating, who has been lurking for so many years.

    Thinking of being proficient in calligraphy and painting, he not only glanced at his bright brother of the same age.

    He was busy delivering tea to Cui Fu, who was suffering from morning sickness. Since the start of the journey, this dear man has been full of his own daughter-in-law. Can't care to come.