Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 34 There is something in the words
Jiang Xian's eyes focused on the portrait for a long time, so that she didn't notice someone approaching her.

"Why is Miss Jiang in a daze here?"

Suddenly, a deep magnetic voice came from beside my ear.

Jiang Xian came back to his senses, and tore off the portrait casually: "My personal affairs seem to be outside the scope of King Yan's intervention."

Xiao Huaijing laughed lightly: "Seeing Miss Jiang tearing up the portraits of government prisoners, this king is disabled, and he is a prince anyway, shouldn't he take care of it?"

Jiang Xian said casually: "This is not drawn by the government."

Even if it wasn't the person she guessed, but there were obvious traces of paper being torn off on the pillar, it must be someone else who tore off the official portrait and put his own painting on it.

She doesn't know the purpose.

Jiang Xian put away the painting and turned around to leave.

Xiao Huaijing looked at Jiang Xian's back and raised his eyebrows: "It wasn't drawn by the government, what does she mean?"

The guard beside him shook his head: "I don't know."

Xiao Huaijing was thoughtful.

That's right, although the painting is simple, it doesn't look like a government official's scribbled style.

……

Yusheng courtyard.

After Qiao Zhi left, Jiang Sheng took out a few sheets of paper folded into squares from the bag mended by Shan Zhi in his cuff.

This was torn off the wall when she went to see the house, and she also posted a few sketches drawn by herself by the way.

Sketching is not as lifelike as sketching, but...

Jiang Sheng looked at the sketchy portrait in his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

——Relying on this portrait to arrest people, even if people pass by their own portrait, they will not be recognized.

Sketches are always better than this.

If there is a senior official in the Ministry of Punishments who is a little more responsible, maybe he will find out who painted the words, and then follow the clues to find himself.

It's not difficult to find out who painted it, as long as you have the heart, after all, Jiang Yan is still studying in the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

Of course, it doesn't matter if this method doesn't work, she has other ways.

But what Jiang Sheng didn't expect was that it wasn't the Criminal Department who came to her first, but Jiang Xian.

Shan Zhi walked to Jiang Sheng and bowed her head, "Girl, Miss Xian is here."

Jiang Sheng raised his eyes: "Sister?"

Didn't the big brother and sister just go out, what are you doing here?
She got up from the folding wooden chair, patted the hem of her skirt with her hands, and Shan Zhi hurriedly rolled up the curtain to let Jiang Sheng go out.

Jiang Xian walked in with the wind, her black hair fluttering and falling along with the hem of her clothes.

"Why are you here at this time?" It was the first time Jiang Sheng saw the big brother and sister walking in such a hurry.

Jiang Xian held a sketch portrait in his hand, and cut straight to the point: "Did you draw this?"

Jiang Sheng didn't understand, so he said, "It's me."

Jiang Xian didn't speak, just stared at the girl in front of him.

Jiang Sheng is wearing a brocade embroidered cloud-pattern gown today, and the twin-stalked begonias in her hair are wrapped around the branches and fringed slightly, making her face whiter and smaller, and her eyebrows and eyes are a little immature, but you can already see the day Pingting's flowering season has arrived.

The most important thing is that it's actually very similar... It's just that I always feel that the guess in my heart is too absurd.

"what happened?"

Jiang Sheng has been traveling through the book for so long, and it is the first time that he has seen such big mood swings on the elder sister.

Don't look at the elder sister who seems to be expressionless now, but Jiang Sheng can clearly see her deep eyes, which reflect Jiang Sheng's appearance.

Various complex emotions intertwined in those eyes, which seemed to overflow with Jiang Sheng's reflection, but were firmly controlled by the owner of the eyes.

Jiang Sheng was actually a little scared: "Sister?"

Jiang Xian lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered the emotions inside: "It's okay."

Ghost letter!
Jiang Sheng frowned.

Is it the big brother and sister who have encountered any difficulties?

Jiang Sheng remembered the painting that Jiang Xian brought over: "Does my sister want me to draw anything?"

"Just tell me if you want."

Jiang Xian's eyes moved: "Then let me say, you can draw, can you do it?"

Jiang Sheng patted his chest: "Wrap it on me!"

She called Shanzhi to bring a pen and paper, leaned on the table, and followed Jiang Sheng's description to draw a prototype on the hard paper, and then detailedly portrayed it, erasing the wrong places with rubber.

After a while, there were a few pieces of torn waste paper beside the case.

"Can it be changed here?"

Jiang Xian compared the lines: "Take it in here."

"Correct."

"Oh." Jiang Sheng picked up the rubber eraser, gently wiped away the imprint, and took the line in with the pen.

The more she draws, the more strange she feels...

Jiang Sheng frowned.

Why is this painting so familiar?

Until it was getting late, Jiang Sheng finally drew Jiang Xian's satisfied appearance. She yawned, and the tip of the bamboo brush accidentally touched her face, and she sat up straight again.

On the side, Jiang Xian stretched out the drawing paper, his eyes flickered slightly.

Jiang Sheng asked: "Is it possible?"

Jiang Xian clenched his lips: "That's great."

On the paper, a large pod of lotus leaves supports the lotus flower. The lace of the lotus leaf is folded from the right to the inside, and the immature lotus pod next to it bends towards the petals about to fall.

Jiang Sheng looked at the elder sister and turned the charcoal pencil again.

She always felt that the big brother and sister had something to say.

……

Ten days passed, and a distinguished guest came to the Hou Mansion.

Marquis Jiang Ping hadn't returned to the mansion yet, so Mrs. Hou had no choice but to come out as a female family member to entertain her.

A middle-aged man in a vermilion official robe sat on an official hat chair, his black and white mustache hanging down, adding a bit of dignity to his whole person.

Mrs. Hou smiled and said, "We, Xiaoyan, can study by your side, it's really hard work for you."

The person who came was Zhang Fengjin, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, and also the teacher who led Jiang Yan to study in the Ministry of Punishment.

Zhang Fengjin, Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice, praised politely: "Your son is talented and intelligent, and he is also diligent and studious. It is really not hard work."

The two of them exchanged a few words of politeness before Zhang Fengjin said: "Madam, to tell you the truth, I came here rashly today because I have something to ask."

Madam Hou was taken aback for a moment: "Say it."

Although Zhang Fengjin said that he had something to ask, his tone actually contained some pleading.

Mrs. Hou was puzzled, what would the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment ask of herself?

Zhang Fengjin took out a long piece of rice paper from his cuff, on which a big man with a beard was drawn.

"Do you recognize it?"

Madam Hou shook her head: "I don't know."

Zhang Fengjin paused for a moment, and immediately realized: "Oh, I'm not saying whether you recognize this person, but whether you recognize this painting."

Mrs. Hou: "?"

Zhang Fengjin continued: "As far as I know, this painting was drawn by Ling Qianjin."

Madam Hou was even more at a loss.

"Ling Qianjin"?
which one?
Seeing Mrs. Hou's complexion, Zhang Fengjin knew that he probably couldn't ask any questions, so he felt a little strange

—Does a mother know nothing about her own child?

Zhang Fengjin hesitantly said: "How about...please ask Ling Qianjin to come here first?"

Mrs. Hou asked: "Are you talking about my Jiang Sheng, or my Jiang Xian?"

Zhang Fengjin didn't know.

Anyway, Jiang Yan told himself that his sister must have painted it.

Madam Hou and Zhang Fengjin looked at each other with blank eyes.

So after a while, both Jiang Xian and Jiang Sheng arrived at the reception hall.

Mrs. Hou asked them to come over and recognize each other: "Master Zhang said that this painting was drawn by one of you."

Jiang Xian understood at a glance, sat down on a chair and waited for the follow-up.She casually opened the lid of the wooden barrel on the table, took out the white jade pot with plain surface that was kept warm inside, and wanted to pour herself a cup of tea.

"Girl, let me do it." The girl at the side hurried forward to help her.

Jiang Sheng glanced at the elder sister's posture of eating melons and watching the show, and twitched the corners of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)