Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng did not stay in the palace for long. He went straight out of the palace and then trotted out of the imperial city.

When we returned to the Rulin Inn, it was not yet noon.

However, Su Daji has already ordered lunch for today.

Ye Feng returned to the room, took out the clothes that were printed with the imperial seal, and then began to write.

He began to draw a sketch of the imperial seal based on his memory.

But he didn't study painting, and although he now has the ability to remember everything he sees, it is still very difficult for him to draw.

The voice of Master Bo Ye Fuyou, who had not appeared for a long time, slowly sounded in his mind.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

"Master, I'm planning to make a fake Imperial Seal and secretly swap it with the real one. I'll play with it for a few days and then return it. It's just that... I can remember the size, shape, and the coiled dragon on it, but I just can't draw it like it. If I make this, it'll look fake."

Ye Fuyou said, "That's easy. There are many books with pictures of the Imperial Seal. Can't you just find the one with the most similar picture?"

Ye Feng's eyes lit up slightly when he heard this.

Then he ran out in a hurry holding Sanzhier.

Su Daji, who was swinging in the courtyard, said, "Master Ye, dinner is about to start. Where are you going?"

"Go to the library."

"Going to visit a prostitute in broad daylight again? Don't you even take care of my mother's business? Humph..."

Ever since Ye Feng and Hong Jiu were caught soliciting prostitution in a brothel last time, whenever Su Daji heard the word brothel, she would subconsciously think of the secret door opened by the girl.

When he heard that Ye Feng was going to the bookstore, he instinctively thought that Ye Feng was going to sleep with a woman.

But Su Daji didn't care about these.

Instead, she cared more about why Mr. Ye wanted to sleep with women instead of taking care of his mother's business. Isn't this a waste of money?

Ye Feng ignored the little fox demon.

As soon as Ye Feng left the plum garden, Qin Chuchu walked out of the room.

"Daji, what is Xiaofeng doing in such a hurry? Did something happen?"

"It's nothing serious. Master Ye just went to the brothel to sleep with a girl. Lunch will be delivered soon. There's your favorite lion's head dish..."

Qin Chuchu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and smiled bitterly.

Of course she didn't believe what Su Daji said.

How could Ye Feng go out to drink wine in broad daylight?

Ye Feng soon arrived at a bookstore on Zhuque Street, named Guxiangzhai.

It is not far from the south gate of the imperial city, and next to it is the Tianhong Restaurant.

Ye Feng passes by here almost every day.

The bookstores in this world are actually libraries. Ordinary people cannot do this business, it is only run by aristocratic families.

Because there is no movable type printing in this world, there are generally only two ways to spread books.

One is hand-copying and the other is woodblock printing.

Woodblock printing is a secret that most people don’t know, and the technology is in the hands of aristocratic families.

So in this world, publishing a book and writing a biography is a matter of honor.

Because engraving a book requires a lot of time and money.

Ye Feng came to Guxiangzhai, where there were many scholars wearing cotton jackets.

Not only books are sold here, but also study items, calligraphy and paintings, etc.

Ye Feng asked the shopkeeper if there were any books specifically about seals.

The shopkeeper quickly found a book from the bookshelf and handed it to Ye Feng.

After Ye Feng opened it and flipped through a few pages, he saw the records of the imperial seal, including its style and even a very realistic pattern.

"Damn, there really is one!"

Ye Feng didn't expect that the royal family of this world was so open-minded that they actually allowed the information about the imperial seal to be sold in the market, and the price was only two cents of silver.

After a careful observation, Ye Feng found that the owner of this book must be extraordinary, because the imperial seal painted on it was very realistic, and even had a rubbing.

He turned to the title page again, and sure enough, it was as he expected.

There are three words on it: Wen Liang Gong.

Wen Lianggong is a painting saint, and he stays in Jiaotai Hall all year round, often coming into contact with the imperial seal. Only old man Wen, the painting saint, can draw such a realistic sketch of the imperial seal.

Ye Feng accepted the silver and put the book which specifically talked about various seals into his arms.

Now that we have the product design drawings, the next step is to find the raw materials.

The material of the imperial seal is a piece of emerald green ancient jade, and it is very large in size. It is really difficult to find similar raw materials.

But this is the capital city, where even the blond and blue-eyed Golden Lion King can be seen everywhere, so it is not difficult to find a large piece of jade.

At first, Ye Feng only searched in the antique shops in the inner city.

After searching several shops in vain, I inquired and learned that there was a jade trading market in Yonglefang in the outer city. As long as you could afford the price, you could buy any kind of jade.

So Ye Feng followed the information he had obtained and headed straight for Yonglefang in the outer city carrying Sanzhier.

At the same time, inside the inn.

Guo Wei was sitting cross-legged in the room meditating.

He is tall and has a restrained aura. When he is practicing, a transparent airflow condenses around his body, which shows that Guo Wei's cultivation is not low.

He should have died sixteen years ago.

Who would have thought he was still alive.

And he has always known that his youngest son is Ye Feng of the Yunhai Sect, who is now famous all over the world.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and Guo Wei slowly finished his training.

The person who walked in was the woman with an extremely ordinary appearance.

Today the woman was wearing plain clothes, looking less elegant and graceful than usual, and more simple and unpretentious.

Guo Wei said calmly, "Mother, why are you here?"

"Don't you want to see your son?"

"Why, can I see the wind now?"

A hint of joy appeared on Guo Wei's resolute face.

"Well, this guy has been wandering around the capital today and has now gone to Yonglefang in the outer city. You can meet him, but you must not say anything to him, let alone reveal your identity. We are all people who have been dead for many years, and the dead cannot live in the sun.

Our plan is progressing smoothly. Now that Ye Feng has lost his memory, we must not allow any complications to arise. If you want to do what's best for your son, just watch from afar."

"Mother, I know. Don't worry, I won't ruin your plan, and I won't give up on avenging my father because of personal feelings."

"I'm glad you understand. Ye Feng will be arriving at the Yonglefang Jade Market soon. You can go and take a look."

"Yes, mother."

Guo Wei couldn't hide his excitement and strode out of the room.

The woman followed out.

On the door next to it, Shen Fu Yao, who also looked ordinary, was leaning on the threshold, chewing on a not-so-good fruit.

"Linglong, you won't let me see my daughter, but you let him see his son. This is a bit unfair. I've been in the capital for so long, I also want to see Shuang'er."

The woman was none other than Linglong, the demonic witch who was supposed to have been dead for many years.

She said, "Ever since your daughter arrived in the capital, she has been in seclusion in the Rulin Inn for cultivation. You can't see her even if you want to."

"I'll squat in front of the inn. She'll have to come out eventually. I have plenty of time."