The first top lady

Jianzhong.

Shengkai was checking out at the front desk. Song Yixuan, who was waiting in the lounge, saw An Qinyu hurriedly walking past, seemingly without noticing her. She hurriedly asked, "Are you leaving?"

An Qinyu turned her head, but due to inertia she took a few more steps before stopping. She suppressed her panic and nodded as calmly as possible, "Yes, there are some things I need to take care of."

"Oh." Song Yixuan said expressionlessly, then smiled, "It's okay, I have to go back to Linhang too."

An Qinyu's eyes lit up and he smiled, "I'm going to Linhang tomorrow, I'll come find you then."

"Okay." Song Yixuan raised his eyebrows, "Waiting for you!"

Guan Qian came out of the elevator pulling two suitcases, one large and one small. Sheng Kai took them and followed Guan Qian towards Song Yixuan.

"Let's go." Guan Qian said to Song Yixuan, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and his neck stretched out to look at the hotel entrance, "What are you looking at?"

"nothing."

An Qinyu's back had disappeared in the sunlight.

Song Yixuan suddenly remembered the message Feng Dianyu sent her last night -

[Feng Dianyu: Be careful with the woman next to you. I haven't checked her background, and she might be trying to get close to you on purpose.]

[Song Yixi: It’s best to approach me on purpose. 】

Feng Dianyu: I forgot, you're from the Ministry of State Security. It's better for you to monitor her than for me to track her down. My worries were in vain.

Song Yixuan: Thank you for still worrying about me, but I don't want to monitor her. Or rather, I don't want to "monitor" her, but rather be friends with her.

[Feng Dianyu: …]

[Feng Dianyu: You are truly hopeless! ]

However, Song Yixuan did not think that her meeting with An Qinyu was premeditated, whether it was Guangting's first meeting or the coincidence that night.

Apart from fate, what other reasons do they have to deliberately get close to each other?

Linhang.

After returning home, Song Yixuan spread the huge world map on the ground, lay down on it nonchalantly, put a magnifying glass in front of his eyes, and began to study it with great interest.

"There's nothing special about it," Song Yixuan muttered to herself. She had already carefully examined the front of the map, but found nothing.

"Could it be on the back?"

Guan Qian sat cross-legged opposite Song Yixuan, his head supported by one hand, his eyes fixed on her. Seeing her reaching out to turn the map over, his eyes didn't waver, but his hand had already picked up the map and flipped it over.

"It shows color when it comes into contact with water? Water..." Song Yixuan thought with his head down.

As soon as she finished speaking, a bottle of mineral water appeared in front of her.

Guan Qian maintained this posture and calmly handed the mineral water beside him to Song Yixuan.

Song Yixuan didn't see any signs of it appearing, and continued to mutter to himself, "Could it be... roasted with fire?"

She suddenly looked up and met Guan Qian's gentle gaze, then reached out to ask him for a lighter.

She knew Guan Qian never lacked this thing.

Guan Qian smiled, took out a golden lighter from his pocket and handed it to Song Yixuan.

In fact, Song Yixuan really wanted to ask Guan Qian why she had never seen him smoke, but he always had a lighter in his pocket.

However, she didn't have time to ask now.

"There really are words!" Song Yixuan looked at the words gradually appearing on the back of the map and read out, "Hahahaha, you didn't expect that, did you? It's that simple! It has nothing to do with the information on the map. Actually, it's because I only have this box of white sugar on hand, but it's enough for me to nag for a few words."

"Shh—so much nonsense!" Song Yixuan couldn't help but complain, then continued reading. "By the way, I hid the contents of the manuscript on two of the four paintings. There aren't any symbols on this map, so you've been tricked. Go find those four paintings."

"This old man! He's still in the mood to joke at this critical moment?" Song Yixuan said, "I guess you're still watching. Okay, then I'll tell you another secret."

What a playful old boy!

"There were three identical paintings, but I chose only one to hide the manuscript. One original, two forgeries. Guess which one I chose?"

"The original!" Guan Qian and Song Yixuan answered in unison.

"You guessed wrong! Of course I wouldn't choose the original. Wouldn't that be destroying cultural relics and wasting natural resources?"

Song Yixuan: “…”

Guan Qian: “…”

There is something really wrong with this old man!

"Which fake is it in? There's a real fake and a fake. The secret is in the real fake."

Song Yixuan was puzzled. "What do you mean by real or fake? Can't you say something useful?"

Guan Qian agreed, "That's right!"

"Don't worry, I've explained it all. The originals were painted by the ancestor of painting. The so-called fakes were copied by the gods of painting, and the true forgeries were copied by the saints of painting. Of course, even if they are fakes, they are still very valuable. It's difficult for an outsider to identify them. Can you do it?"

Song Yixuan said angrily: "It's already this time, and you are still joking? What kind of painting god or painting saint is this?" True and false, false and true, Song Yixuan had already been confused by Cheng Xuexian.

"That's right!" Guan Qian thought for a moment and said, "The ancestor of painting is Wang Boxi of the Jin Dynasty."

Song Yixuan rubbed his temples and gradually calmed down. "Yes. The God of Painting is Shen Zai of the Tang Dynasty."

When she was painting, she had learned about the works of many masters, including those of Wang Boxi and Shen Zai. However, Cheng Xuexian was so angry that she didn't remember them for a while.

But who is this "Saint of Painting"?

Unheard of!

"That's right! I'm a master painter and I call myself the 'Painting Saint'."

This is the last sentence.

After Song Yixuan finished reading, he was speechless for half an hour.

She felt like she was being fooled!