Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

"...Yes, you are right. We can't let them know that I stole it... We can't..."

"I only revealed my name. There are so many people named Lan Peilan in the world. My subordinates are loyal to me. Even if they die, they will never reveal my true identity... Don't panic. There is still a chance..."

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"By the way, what does Miss Lan Peilan of Wuji Villa look like? Does anyone know how to draw her? She looted all the relief grain distributed by the imperial court. Her behavior is extremely evil. She must be wanted by the whole Wanjin."

While boiling the medicine, Shen Zhinian held his chin and had a sudden idea.

"Correct view." Fu Guanci praised first, then analyzed, "Third Junior Brother can draw a portrait, but he has never seen the person in person, and he is not a modern professional. The error will be large if he just describes it."

Shen Zhinian sighed.

"That...the fairy doctor girl..." A faint voice sounded during the conversation.

The two turned their heads and saw that it was lunch time. The volunteers who had delivered food came over breathlessly, pushing the cart.

As soon as I got closer, I heard the conversation between the two.

The person who just made the sound was none other than a man dressed as a scholar.

Shen Zhinian corrected subconsciously: "Just call me Young Master Shen."

Fairy Doctor Girl, what a creepy name! Isn’t this the same as that of the “Living Bodhisattva”?

"Shen, Young Master Shen." The voice was low, probably because his illness had only improved but not healed, and he still had no strength. "If it's a portrait, I've seen what that person looks like, and I can draw it."

As soon as the words fell, a figure flashed, and the air seemed to carry the light smell of medicine from that person. In the space full of sickness, it seemed particularly fresh.

"That's great! This young gentleman is obviously an extraordinary person, and he is a great painter..."

Balabala's compliments continued to ring out, and the emotional value was directly maxed out. She seemed to be particularly good at complimenting people, and every word seemed to be an exclamation from the heart.

The scholar was flattered by this sudden praise, and he was a little dazed. Before they could see the person in front of them, the next second, the other person was led back by a slender hand.

He took a few steps back, and the medicinal fragrance in the air dissipated a lot.

Fu Guanci raised the corners of his lips slightly and reminded in a gentle voice: "Senior Sister, be careful not to scare people away."

How can you be so confident and praise someone's paintings when you haven't even seen them?

Also, have you forgotten your self-reliant and reliable personality back then?

Shen Zhinian widened her eyes: “!!!” Oh no, this is the style she had forgotten for a long time!

"No, no." The scholar suddenly woke up, waving his hands repeatedly, his face completely red.

Without waiting for him to continue talking nonsense, Fu Guanci said with a gentle attitude, "If we can provide a portrait of the criminal, it will definitely shorten the time of arrest and reduce the workload of the government."

Hearing about reducing the workload of the government, the scholar had no time to blush and immediately expressed his opinion: "I, I will start now!"

After that, he said goodbye to his companions who came with him: "I'm sorry, everyone. It will take about two sticks of incense for me to return."

Since they were all assisting the government, they had no objection. They placed their food on the left and pushed the cart away.

The idol burden returned after a long absence. Shen Zhinian smiled softly, and looked at him gently with the boy beside him: "The study room is now vacant. My junior brother and I would like to thank you for your help, Mr. Xiao."

The scholar looked at her, then looked at the boy beside him, then retracted his gaze and waved his hand again: "This is what I should do."

After watching the man leave with the mansion's men, Fu Guanci remembered that he had not let go of his hand.

As he slowly let go, he still complained quietly: "It's fine if you just tease people when you have nothing to do at home, but now you praise everyone to death whenever you catch them."

Don't think he doesn't know that he praised his junior sister a lot before.

I tried to hold it back, but I couldn't help it, so I said with a sour tone: "You used to just tease me."

Shen Zhinian looked at him once, and then looked at him again.

Fu Guanci looked into her eyes, his dark pupils moved slightly: "What?"

Shen Zhinian shook his head.

"I won't tell you." I'm afraid you'll cry.

Fu Guanci pinched his fingertips, and now his heart stopped beating due to nervousness. He lowered his head slightly and said in a coaxing voice: "When did you ever speak in a veiled way? You can say whatever you want in front of me."

Shen Zhinian stared with his eyes wide open, believing his lies.

Then I really said it.

She just sighed: "Ah Xiang... I didn't expect your masochistic constitution has become so serious? I used to think that you have the simple soul of a worker in your heart, and it's a healthy workplace competition..."

"But what I saw today was...Alas!"

How can you rush to do that job? Senior Sister has trained you for a very useful purpose, not to be used as a big red brick to be moved wherever it is useful!

"Don't worry, I will never dislike you no matter who you are. Senior Sister loves you!"

After that, she stood on tiptoe and gave him a big hug.

Full of love.

Fu Guanci: “…” At this moment, his heart was beating so wildly that he looked like a mentally retarded person whose brain had left his body.

Fu Guanci closed his eyes.

fire! ! !

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Two hours later, the scholar described Lan Peilan's appearance in full, just as he had said.

His painting skills are not top-notch, but his control over the characters is just right, to the extent that one can recognize the real person at a glance just by looking at the portrait.

The refugees passing by all said it was wonderful.

In a moment, the scholar, holding the portrait that had not yet completely dried in his hands, walked all the way from the study to the pharmacy.

The short journey was accompanied by a background music that sounded like magical dubbing, which turned into "miaomiaomiao..." which turned into "meow meow meow".

"Meow meow meow……"

Scholars arrive~

His ears were finally quiet, and the corners of the scholar's mouth were twitching so much that they were maintained in a not-so-clever arc.

But that's not the point.

The scholar handed over the portrait, then turned his gaze to the corner, where the young man was fanning the flames mechanically.

Different from the oppressive feeling just now, he now seems to be sitting here seriously, but in fact he has been gone for quite a while.

The scholar was puzzled and asked, "What happened to Master Fu?"

Hearing this, Shen Zhinian gently hooked the hair by her ear with her fingers and smiled nonchalantly: "This is a little secret between us, senior sister and brother."

Ah Xiang is a masochist or something, and he has already started reflecting on this. She must protect this little secret that only you and I know and no one else knows!

The scholar suddenly realized: Oh~~~