Rebirth Pavilion Lord is Ill

A few days later, Su Yan received Bai Ling's letter. Looking at those simple words, his heroic brows wrinkled, and he hurriedly unfolded the three paintings, and after a closer look, his eyes became more and more suspicious.

After getting up and going around in the study a few times, he carefully put away the three portraits, and hurried to Mo Garden.

It was midday, Wen Moxian had just eaten, and he was practicing calligraphy in the study. Gu Liuxi looked at her from the side, rubbing the ink in his hand.

Hearing the movement, Wen Moxian put the pen in his hand on the pen holder: "Ayan, what's the matter?"

Su Yan looked a little dignified and nodded: "Bai Ling has sent a letter, then... the portraits of the three have already been sent. Because they have found some, but are not sure, so... please look at the master again."

Wen Moxian naturally noticed Su Yan's strangeness, and slightly nodded his eyebrows.

On the side, Gu Liuxi stretched out his hand to catch what Su Yan handed over, and handed it to Wen Moxian.

Su Yan saw that she was about to unfold the three portraits and hesitated: "Master, don't be too surprised later."

Wen Moxian raised his eyebrows, but kept flattening the portrait.

Halfway through the exhibition, the third painting reveals half of a gentle man's face, his eyes are lifelike, as if looking at them through the portrait. Wen Mo Xian slammed, and there was no next move.

Seeing her like this, Gu Liuxi hurriedly looked over, and suddenly became a little startled. These eyes were so familiar. She curled her eyebrows and looked at Wen Moxian with a bit of astonishment.

At this time, Wen Moxian stared straight into the eyes of the person in the painting, his lips pursed and pale, and then his hands trembled, finally unfolding the painting completely. Her voice was a bit erratic, and she said in a low voice: "I'm sure it can't be wrong."

Su Yan was worried: "Bai Ling said that Liu Zhengyi has seen them. These three pictures are already very close, especially... the eyes of the one in your hand are the most similar."

Wen Moxian bent down slightly at this time, looking down at the portrait, and then seemed to be a little weak, sitting down, shocked that Gu Liuxi's face turned pale, and hurriedly leaned in to say, "Moxian!"

Su Yan also said in surprise: "Master!"

Wen Moxian shook his head and signaled that he was innocent. He glanced at Gu Liuxi comfortingly, and then his eyes remained on the person in the painting.

After a while, she stretched out her hand and took a pen, Gu Liuxi knowingly, spread out a piece of rice paper for her.

Wen Moxian held the pen, staring at the blank paper in front of him blankly, and finally finished writing after a long while. The tip of the pen wandered around, outlining the outline of a person. Hearing the ink string at this moment, it seemed as if he had fallen into another world, just staring at his pen, lagging for a few times, adding a few strokes, and then stopped.

There was a very handsome man on the paper, with a gentle and elegant eyebrows, a particularly soft smile in his eyes, and the faint curvature of the corners of his mouth, but he could feel the feeling of pampering.

Gu Liuxi looked at the man with a dazed expression, and the memories lost in time became clear a little bit. This look is the usual look of that person. Whenever he looks at them, it is like this, which makes people feel extremely warm and extremely trusting. Even in the **** sky, when the person finally looked at them, it was still like this.

She noticed a blockage in her throat, and the soreness in her heart could not be ignored. She looked at the vaguely smelling Moxian, and changed her voice in a low voice: "Moxian."

Wen Moxian heard the tremor in her voice and smiled reluctantly. Looking down at the two portraits, which were not completely similar in appearance, but the outlines were the same, I opened my mouth after a long while: "I thought I couldn't remember it long ago. It's been too long..."

Her voice was very soft, as if a gust of wind could blow away, as if whispering to herself, and as if whispering to the person in the painting again.

Gu Liuxi's heart was so painful that the smell of ink made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She stretched out her hand to hold her cold hand, and she was a little dumb: "How can I forget, even if I don't remember the appearance, those feelings will never be forgotten." ."

Su Yan was at a loss at this time, maybe he shouldn't show this to the master. However, they just doubt, how can they make a decision based on those eyes alone? But now that the master looks like, and the two contrasting paintings, that guess is correct.

Wen Moxian looked at Gu Liuxi's red eyes, his expression finally softened, and he said softly: "I'm fine, but I feel a little for a while."

Then she looked at the three portraits carefully, and said: "They should be able to hide their appearance, but if there is no mistake, this person should be my father."

Hearing the helplessness in Moxian's words, both Gu Liuxi and Su Yan were a little silent, just staring at her in silence.

Then Wen Moxian smiled bitterly: "I don't understand why? What is their purpose in doing this?"

Gu Liuxi knew that this had too much impact on Wen Moxian, and she was afraid that she was also a little confused at this moment. She raised her head and glanced at Su Yan, indicating that she was here, Su Yan nodded and carefully stepped back.

Gu Liuxi reached out and took the portrait on the table, and said softly, "Mo Xian, what are you worried about?"

Wen Moxian slowly raised his head, looked at her, and shook his head sullenly after a long while.

Gu Liuxi rubbed her hand: "In fact, it is a good thing to find out here. If this person is a father, then there must be Lin Yintian among them. As for the other person..."

Wen Moxian looked at the interface and said, "According to the time when Meng Xianting lost his dart, I'm afraid it is the young master of the famous sword villa, Xiao Yan."

"So Mo Xian, although I don't know why Dad wants to join them and hand the sword to Meng Xianting for escort, but according to his temperament, he definitely can't do a robbery. Lin Yintian and Xiao Yan are very likely. ."

Wen Moxian paused and nodded. She knew her father was a person, but for a while she wondered why he gave the sword to Meng Xianting.

When Gu Liuxi saw her slowing down, she was relieved, thinking about the three of them, and Wen Mo Xian's entanglement with the three of them before. He squinted his eyes and asked Wen Mo Xian: "Mo Xian, Dad is the same. When did Xiao Yan break up?"

Wen Mo's eyes moved: "According to Uncle Gong, it was almost the third year of Tianyuan, September. And Meng Xianting lost his dart in mid-August of the third year of Tianyuan."

Hearing what Mo Xian said, Gu Liuxi knew that Wen Mo Xian thought of something with her: "In just half a month, Dad broke up with his friends who had been with him for many years, and even almost killed Xiao Yan, according to his father’s character. , The seriousness of this matter is self-evident. Therefore, it is very likely that Xiao Yan is the person who robbed the dart, and is this angry?"

Wen Moxian lowered her eyes slightly: "It is reasonable and reasonable, and the reason why the last famous Sword Villa and Lin Yintian will unite to deal with Dad, I am afraid it is also related to this matter."

Looking at the portrait painted by Wen Moxian, Gu Liuxi couldn't help but feel a little sad. He never thought about calculating others and treating his friends sincerely. Why would he end up like this in the end. And the hypocritical and treacherous man, now he lives and acts recklessly.

"Father broke with Xiao Yan at the beginning. I'm afraid that the person who grew up with him and was born to death is likely to have colluded with Xiao Yan."

Gu Liuxi looked at the smelling ink string with a chill in her eyes, and hurriedly took the conversation: "The most important thing at the moment is to find out. Lin Yintian wants those two pieces of jade. Why is he looking for Chunjun sword? The sword that Meng Xianting escorted was He Jian, why did Dad let him send it, and what was the purpose of the robbery? Is there a connection between these?"

Wen Moxian nodded, picked up the pen and began to write on the letterhead, dried the ink, stuffed it into the envelope, and said, "Ink shadow."

In an instant, a black shadow flashed in outside the door, whispering: "Master."

"Send this letter to A Ling, don't delay."

Ink Shadow responded and left soon.

Gu Liuxi watched by the side and caught a glimpse of what she had written. After groaning, she asked, "Do you think these answers should start with Mingyoujiao?"

"Yes, the two pieces of jade that Dad gave me have never left him before, and he once said that they are family heirlooms, and Lin Yintian wants them, they are likely to be the tokens of the masters of Mingyou sect. ."

Gu Liuxi frowned and said, "But didn't Dad give up the position of leader to Lin Yintian? Although the congregation doesn't admit it, Dad should have given him these two pieces of jade before."

Wen Moxian said softly: "Maybe Dad didn't give Lin Yintian on purpose?"

"Intentionally?" Gu Liuxi was a little puzzled, and then seemed to understand: "In fact, Dad doesn't completely trust Lin Yintian, at least for this jade, he is not at ease."

"Although Lin Yintian cannot be recognized by the congregation, it does not mean that he has no prestige. Coupled with his friendship with his father, Ran Qingying's identity does not need that piece of jade to prove his identity, at least two pieces of jade. So he does. Jade has other uses, and it must be two pieces. Then, as a token of the leader of the Mingyou sect, it should be used for another purpose besides being a sign of identity."

"Since it is related to Mingyou Sect's usefulness, it is natural to find the answer from Mingyou Sect, right?" Gu Liuxi's eyes brightened, and she couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes when she looked at Wen Moxian.

Wen Moxian, who was amused by her appearance, bends the corner of her mouth: "What do you do with this expression?"

Gu Liuxi still looked at her, holding her cheeks pretending to be meditative: "You said, why is your head so good?"

Wen Moxian "puchi" laughed, and looked at her with eyes full of light: "Does Xi'er think that her brain is not working well?"

Gu Liuxi raised her eyebrows: "I'm complimenting you, can't you tell me? What is it to harm me?"

"How can it hurt you? If you say my head is good, then I must find a wife who is as good as his head. Well, do you say I am hurting you?"

Seeing a smile in her eyes and a gentle soft light, Gu Liuxi blushed a bit, but said stiffly: "What if you don't have a good head in this regard, what should you do?" Feeling stupid, isn't this hurting yourself?

Wen Moxian tilted his head and said in a low voice: "No matter where the head is, it's not easy to use it. That's it, the head is sure to be easy to use, and I'm no exception."

Gu Liuxi couldn't hold back her eyes like a jade, and she quickly got up and said, "I haven't returned to Xiyuan today. I don't know if the senior sister will be here. I will go and see it first." After speaking, the figure disappeared.

Wen Moxian looked outside the door, shook his head, glanced at the rolled up painting, and his smile regained, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a shallow layer of mist. She stretched out her hand and started painting. She stared at it for a long time. After a long time, she picked up the pen again and dropped the pen in the empty space. This time she painted more slowly, as if the pen in her hand was too heavy.

As the pen was slowly put down, beside the gentle and elegant man, there was a portrait of a woman, with clear and gentle eyes, and a smile, softening the whole picture.

The study was quiet and silent, and then there were two faint noises, as if water droplets fell on the paper, and two faint ink stains fainted on the woman's front breast.

He whispered and slowly vomited out: "Father, mother, Zang'er still wants to be my daughter-in-law when he grows up, will you answer me again?"

After that, there was no movement, but the faces of the men and women on the painting remained gentle, leaning against one place, with smiles in their eyes.