After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Ning Miao returned to Fangfei Garden, and Yan Changjing followed him to Fangfei Garden.

Ning Miao patiently found an excuse.

"Yan Lang, please go back to Ruyi Garden and rest first. I still have to draw a portrait of the person who exchanged pictures at the Spring Banquet for His Royal Highness Prince Ning. My second brother is pressing me."

"It's okay, just keep painting, I won't disturb you." Yan Changjing sat down on a chair beside the table.

Ning Miao had no choice but to let him go.

After asking Chunlan to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, she sat at the table and began to paint slowly.

In this way, at least your ears can be at peace.

Seeing her splashing ink and writing with great skill, Yan Changjing was not too surprised: "I didn't expect that my wife could paint."

"In Yanlang's eyes, are country women illiterate?" Ning Miao asked without raising his eyebrows and writing.

"No, no, I never meant to look down on country women. Otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you at first sight."

Ning Miao curled his lips.

Too lazy to reply him.

I don’t know who was indignant in the flower hall: How could I, the eldest son of a marquisate, marry a lowly country woman?

After an unknown amount of time, a servant came to report.

"Young Master, Doctor Hu is in Ruyi Garden. Come and diagnose your pulse."

Yan Changjing was very surprised.

Doctor Hu is Yan Mobai's man, so he must have sent him here.

"I didn't expect that after I woke up after lying in bed for more than a month, my second brother would be nice to me."

He called him brother and asked the doctor to come and examine him.

"It seems that he is not so cold-blooded. Seeing his brother injured like this, he, as a younger brother, finally knows how to care for others."

Yan Changjing was very pleased and said to Ning Miao, "My wife, I'll go then."

Ning Miao couldn't ask for more.

"Well, go ahead and let the doctor check it out."

"Don't miss me too much." Before leaving, Yan Changjing pinched her waist frivolously.

Ning Miao didn't even have time to hide, and he took advantage of her.

"Go quickly, don't keep the doctor waiting too long."

"Okay, let's go." Yan Changjing left happily.

After Yan Changjing left, Ning Miao was depressed for a long time before he forced himself to adjust his mood.

"Chunlan, go get some green onions."

Chunlan went to the kitchen to get it as she was told.

Seeing Ning Miao mashing the scallion into a dish, Chunlan was curious: "What is the lady going to do?"

Ning Miao curved his lips: "It has a magical effect."

After crushing the scallion whites into juice, Ning Miao took a new brush, dipped it in the scallion white juice, and then put the brush on the painting he had just finished.

Chunlan watched from the side.

It turns out that the writing is done with onion juice as ink.

"But, I can't even make out the words?" Chunlan was puzzled.

The scallion juice fell on the white rice paper, white against white, completely unnoticeable.

If you look closely, you can't see anything, there's nothing, it's like it's never been written.

Ning Miao smiled and didn't reply to her.

After finishing writing, he let the painting dry for a while, then rolled it up and gave it to Chunlan.

"Send it to the second young master at Fuxue Garden, and tell him that it is the portrait that Prince Ning wanted, the one who changed the picture at the Spring Banquet. Also, tell him to take it to the lamplight to look at it."

Although Chunlan was puzzled, she did not ask any more questions. She took the painting and left.

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In the courtyard of Fuxueyuan, Chifeng and Lanying were practicing swordsmanship.

Seeing Chunlan coming in with a scroll in her hand, the two stopped.

Chunlan bowed to the two and said, "Guard Chi, Guard Lan, the Madam asked me to deliver the portrait that Prince Ning requested to the Second Young Master."

Lan Ying recalled his previous experience and was still frightened. He nudged Chi Feng and said, "Go and report it."

Chi Feng put away his sword and said to Chun Lan, "Come with me."

The two went to the study.

Chi Feng went in first to report.

In the study, Yan Mobai was reviewing official documents with a sullen face.

Chi Feng bowed and explained his purpose.

Yan Mobai was concentrating on reviewing official documents, and did not react at all, as if he did not hear anything.

After a long time, so long that Chi Feng hesitated whether to report it again, Yan Mobai finally said in a calm voice: "Let someone in."

Finally, he pointed to a set of court robes on a chair next to him and said, "Take it and burn it."

Chi Feng was stunned for a moment, walked forward to pick it up, and saw a large ink stain on the chest of the court robe. Then he understood what was going on.

It is a great disrespect to have court robes soiled.

Burn it so that there won't be any evidence left.

Why is it polluted like this?

Although Chi Feng was confused, he did not ask any more questions. He took his court robes, bowed and left.

He gestured to Chunlan at the door: "My Lord, please come in."

Chunlan's whole body tensed up instantly.

She was originally afraid of Yan Mobai, and today, seeing him easily beat to death even the woman who had given herself to him, she became even more afraid.

She clenched the scroll in her hand, and with a heavy heart, she entered the study carefully.

She didn't dare to get too close, let alone look up. She bowed her head respectfully, holding the scroll in both hands.

"Second Master, the Madam asked me to bring you the portrait of the person who changed the picture on the day of the Spring Banquet that Prince Ning wanted."

She repeated Ning Miao's original words word for word without missing a single word.

"The lady also said that the second young master must take it under the light to read it."

Yan Mobai had a cold and handsome expression as he was reading the official document in his hand. Upon hearing this, he raised his eyelids.

It's broad daylight, let him look at it under the light?

Putting the pen on the inkstone, he stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

Chunlan had no choice but to step forward respectfully and hand the scroll in her hands to him with both hands.

Yan Mobai unfolded the painting and told her, "Put on the lamp."

"Yes!" Chunlan accepted the order respectfully.

Yan Mobai looks at the paintings, Chunlan lights the lamp.

The painting shows the back of a person of medium build. Apart from the fact that he is wearing the clothes of a servant in Prince Ning's mansion, nothing else can be seen.

Yan Mobai frowned and asked Chunlan in a cold voice, "Is this the portrait your mistress drew?"

Chunlan nodded, her palms full of sweat.

Fortunately, Yan Mobai didn't ask any more questions and took the painting to the light to look at it.

Didn't see any difference.

Thinking that the woman was teasing him on purpose, he slammed the painting on the table, which scared Chunlan. She immediately bent her knees and fell to her knees.

Yan Mobai suddenly remembered something, picked up the painting again, placed it above the light, and roasted it carefully.

Sure enough, two words slowly appeared on the white rice paper.

【Thank you】

No wonder he took it under the light to look at it. It turned out that the words were written with scallion juice, which appeared when exposed to fire.

I know a lot!

"Tsk." Yan Mobai sneered.

And you're playing this kind of trick on him.

childish!

After collecting the painting, he told Chunlan: "Go back and tell the madam that this portrait is not good and does not convey any information. Ask her to draw a new one."

Chunlan knelt down and accepted the order: "Yes."

He stood up and was about to leave when Yan Mobai called him back, "Wait."

"I heard that your wife was bitten by a dog today. This medicine is specially used to treat dog bites. Give it to her."

As Yan Mobai spoke, he took out a small porcelain bottle from the drawer and placed it on the table.

"I'll thank the Second Young Master for the medicine on behalf of the Madam." Chunlan stepped forward and took the porcelain bottle with both hands.

Yan Mobai raised his sleeves to signal her to leave.

Chunlan felt as if she had been pardoned and left with her greetings.

After Chunlan left, Yan Mobai picked up the painting again and his eyes fell on the two burnt big characters on it.

Thank you!

You bastard, you still know that he saved her!

Do you want her to thank you?

With a slight sneer, he threw the painting aside, picked up the brush and continued to review the documents.

After writing a few words, he stopped and placed the pen on the inkstone.

He picked up the painting again and looked at it.

He opened the drawer of the desk and threw it inside.