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"How are you so clever?" Jing Chunxi was so surprised she almost bit her tongue. The three of them had been working on a puzzle for a long time, but Pu Ge'er had figured it out in one glance, which made her doubt her own observation skills.

Pu Ge'er raised his head proudly and looked at Jing Chunxi as if he were a fool. "Sister just found out?"

Regardless of the siblings' eye-to-eye dispute, Jing Yi couldn't wait to pull Pu Ge'er in front of the painting. "Come on, let our clever boy study it again." He pointed at the mysterious ink dots. "These circles are empty, except for these few dots. What do they mean?"

Under the gaze of three pairs of expectant eyes, Pu Ge'er had to look at it carefully.

His brow furrowed slightly, his eyes gleaming with thought. "There's a gap in this circle," he pointed to a blank spot at the edge of the pattern. "That should be the entrance to Zhuangzi."

As he explained, the abstract symbols gradually came to life: "The first little ink dot is the townhouse where the gatekeeper and the guard live, and the next one is..."

He suddenly paused, a look of surprise flashing across his face. "This biggest ink spot must be the mansion we live in! Can you see it?"

He was so excited that he danced and almost knocked over the inkstone on the table.

"Now that Pu Ge'er has explained it, it really is the case." Jing Yi suddenly understood, and Jing Chunxi and Jing Qiurong nodded repeatedly. Those previously meaningless dots and lines suddenly became clear and legible under Pu Ge'er's interpretation, and the entire layout of Qingshan Villa came to life on the paper.

"What about this last ink dot?" Jing Yi asked, pointing to a bean-sized ink dot near the mansion.

Jing Qiurong thought for a moment and continued, "Originally, there were no buildings here. The Fuxue and the courtyard where Wulang and the others live were all newly built by us later."

Pu Ge'er responded without hesitation: "This ink spot is right next to the mansion, it must be the courtyard where Wulang and the others live. The provincial school is much farther away than this. I have to breathe for a long time when I run to school in the morning." There is no doubt that he is familiar with this location.

"The ink dot is still a little behind." Jing Yi narrowed his eyes and used his fingers to measure the distance on the screen.

"Beyond that is Daqing Mountain!" Pu Ge'er blurted out. He passed Wulang's yard every day, and often went there to play with Wulang and Liulang on his days off. He knew the terrain there like the back of his hand - lush green mountains and forests lay within a hundred steps of the courtyard wall.

While the adults were discussing the topic heatedly, Jing Chunxi's eyes remained fixed on the painting. She suddenly noticed two lighter horizontal lines inside the last ink dot, forming a trumpet shape that was narrow on the outside and wide on the inside.

"Dad, look!" She pointed eagerly at the mysterious symbol, her voice a little excited, "What is this symbol?" The ink mark, which was slightly lighter in color but darker than the mountains and circles, seemed like some kind of hint deliberately left by the painter.

"This may be the key. Let's go to the back and take a look." Jing Yi stood up suddenly, shaking the teacup on the table and almost spilling the tea.

His eyes sparkled with excitement, and he had obviously realized that the mysterious trumpet mouth might be the key to solving the puzzle.

"Don't you see what time it is? It's been there for so many years, how could the things be lost? Hurry up, wash your hands and eat." Jing Qiurong's voice was filled with some anger.

But she was clearly blaming Jing Yi, but her palm slapped Pu Ge'er's butt hard, making a crisp "pa" sound.

Pu Ge'er was caught off guard and cried out in pain, pouting unconvincedly. His cheeks puffed up like a little pufferfish as he protested loudly, "Mom! It was you who wasted time, why are you hitting me?"

Everyone stood up obediently and walked out.

In the backyard, the aroma of food filled the house. The hot rice, the reheated fish and the green seasonal vegetables made people's mouths water.

Jing Yi wolfed down two bowls of rice, but he couldn't taste the food.

He still felt that what happened in the study was not over yet, and his heart felt like a furnace, burning in his heart, making him restless. He stood up suddenly, not caring about the half bowl of soup left in his bowl.

He waved at Jing Chunxi and Pu Ge'er, his voice filled with unconcealed anxiety: "Let's go and take a closer look."

Jing Chunxi and Pu Ge'er immediately put down their bowls and chopsticks and followed Jing Yi closely like two little tails.

Jing Qiurong herself hadn't even eaten enough, so busy taking care of them. Now, watching their hurried departure, she shook her head helplessly, but couldn't help but curl her lips slightly as she muttered, "I wonder who gave birth to these children? Each one is more obedient than the other."

In the study, the flickering candlelight illuminated the focused faces of the three people.

Not long after studying, Pu Ge'er suddenly cried out "Ah", pointed his little hand at a place on the map, and almost jumped up with excitement: "Daddy, sister, look! There is also a trumpet-shaped mark here!" His fingertips trembled slightly, and his voice rose a few degrees with excitement.

The mark was not in Qingshan Villa, but in Qingshuihe Villa on the other side, which was also circled. It was also next to the foot of Daqing Mountain and behind an ink dot. The location was so hidden that it was almost unnoticeable.

Jing Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he patted Pu Ge'er's shoulder and said in a low and firm voice: "Have a good sleep. Daddy will ask Pu Ge'er for leave tomorrow, and the three of us will go together to find these two trumpet mouths."

As soon as these words came out, Pu Ge'er's eyes instantly lit up like two little stars, a rare blush appeared on his face, and the corners of his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

He clenched his fists, thinking to himself: I can actually participate in such an exciting secret operation! I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight.

"Remember, only the three of us know about this." Before leaving, Jing Yi suddenly stopped and turned back to warn the brother and sister, his eyes so sharp that they seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

Jing Chunxi blinked and asked doubtfully, "Can't my mother know?"

Jing Yi's expression softened a little, and he sighed softly: "Don't let her worry." After that, he patted the non-existent dust on his robe, turned around and walked towards the backyard.

As he walked, he was thinking: My wife is pregnant now, and it is time for her to rest and recuperate. I don't even have time to pamper her, so how can I let her worry and be afraid?

At night, Pu Ge'er lay in bed, tossing and turning like a fish in a frying pan, his mind full of images of tomorrow's adventure. Thinking about what his father was willing to do to help him skip classes, he knew that it was extraordinary.

The moonlight from outside the window shone through the lattice, casting mottled shadows on the ground. He seemed to have fallen asleep in a daze, but was awakened by a series of rapid knocks on the door.