The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

Sang Wan raised her hand and unfolded the rice paper, full of pride:

"Mr. Wu, how do you think my handwriting is?"

There is an arrow, a sun, a city wall, and something that looks like neither a tower nor a temple painted on the light yellow rice paper. Where are the words?

Wu Yunfu laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He pointed at the paper where the ink was still wet and asked, "Tell me, what did you write?"

"My message is: Peace and tranquility in the sea and rivers, and the world will be at peace."

Sang Wan showed it to the little kids and said, "What do you think, is my writing good?"

The little kids burst into laughter: "Sister Sang, your handwriting doesn't look like words."

"What's that like?"

"Like the talismans drawn by Taoist priests in Taoist temples to drive away ghosts."

The little kid left a word and ran away smiling.

Sang Wan put her hands on her hips and said, "Hey, you little thing."

Another doll propped up its head and looked at Sang Wan with admiration: "I think sister's painting is beautiful."

Sang Wan rubbed his head proudly, then picked up the paintbrush and filled in a small tortoise shell at the signature.

"Sister thinks you have the best taste. Take this painting to the Pei Mansion in the east end of town and ask for one or two taels of silver. Someone will definitely be able to buy it."

"Remember, you can't sell it without a tael of silver."

The cute little kid's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Wu Yunfu snorted, swung his sleeves and went about his business: "It's just a trick to fool children!"

"Don't disbelieve it." Sang Wan smiled, her dimples deep and bright as flowers.

The little baby ran out happily with the paper.

"Go, go, don't delay my business."

Wu Yunfu was annoyed. He hadn't opened the shop today, and Sang Wan was still adding to the chaos: "Who wants to buy your talisman for one tael of silver? I think he's just bored and doesn't like the money."

"Don't hit someone who smiles at you, Mr. Wu. Come on, I'm going to be generous today and buy you a painting."

Sang Wan took out a piece of silver from his waist and threw it to him: "Give me two taels."

Wu Yunfu took the silver and a smile blossomed between his brows. "Oh, Miss Sang, you've become rich."

"Do you want calligraphy or paintings? What kind do you want?"

"I'll see."

Sang Wan looked at the scrolls hung for sale.

Most of them are landscape paintings, all of which were copied by Wu Yunfu himself, and the quality is indeed not top-notch.

In comparison, Shi Luochuan's landscape paintings were rather crude, yet from a distance, the scenery was vibrant, the emotions were profound, and the artistic conception was broad. Comparing the two, neither of them caught Sang Wan's eye.

Her eyes fell on a portrait that had been hanging there for a long time and was covered in dust. "Who is this?"

Wu Yunfu: "This is Hua Mulan joining the army. Hua Mulan was a famous female general. Out of concern for her aging father, she joined the army in his place. She fought like a man on the battlefield and made great achievements. She is a role model for women in the world."

Sang Wan shook herself, and the dust on the scroll began to flutter. Wu Yunfu quickly wiped it off with a handkerchief and chuckled, "The wind is strong, the wind is strong."

"This is good. I like this painting."

"Okay, I'll help you wrap it up."

Wu Yunfu was overjoyed. This painting had been hanging there for several years and no one was interested in it. Today, he finally found a buyer!

"Miss Sang, once we've paid for the goods, there are no returns."

Sang Wan lowered her eyes and smiled:

"Don't worry, I will never ask you to return the money."

Wu Yunfu's thoughts were seen through, and he quickly put the silver into his pocket: "That's good."

Sang Wan picked up the scroll and went home without stopping.

*

Pei Jinzhi had just gotten off the carriage when he heard a child crying.

He never liked children making noises, and couldn't help but frown: "Where did the child come from?"

Li Jiu ran over and shouted to the doorman:

"What did you do? Didn't you see the prince come back? Why didn't you send the child away? What's the point of crying at the gate?"

The doorman hurriedly apologized:

"Master Jiu, this kid is being naughty. He's holding a painting and insisting on selling it for a tael of silver. He won't leave even if you chase him away."

Li Jiumian was kind-hearted and looked at the child, who was wiping his tears with his hands, looking pitiful. He squatted down and said with a smile:

"You are such a generous kid! What kind of painting would you pay for? Let me see."

The cute kid handed it to him with tears in his eyes: "Don't break it. My sister said it's worth one or two taels of silver. It must be worth it."

"Sister?" Li Jiu looked at the rice paper. There was a bunch of scribbles on it in a mess, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

"You're kidding, your sister is just tricking you..."

His eyes froze.

Li Jiu took the drawing paper and trotted towards Pei Jinzhi: "Master, look."

He pointed to the tortoise shell where the painting was signed.

Pei Jinzhi recognized the tortoise shell as one painted by Sang Wan.

"Buy it." He turned calmly and went into the house.

Li Jiu took out a tael of silver from his waist and threw it to the child: "Master, please pity you. Stop crying. We want this broken painting. Come home quickly!"

The cute little kid took the silver, cried and laughed, and ran home as fast as he could.

The two of them entered the study one after the other.

Li Jiu spread the drawing paper on the table.

The master and servant stared at the drawing paper for a long time, their brows twisted into black lines.

"Do you understand?" Pei Jinzhi asked in a deep voice.

Li Jiu shook his head frantically: "Except for the tortoise shell, I can't understand anything else."

He licked his lips and asked, "Could it be that she drew down the recipe for making tortoise jelly?"

Pei Jinzhi rubbed his brows and shook his head: "No."

She wouldn't send such a painting in such a roundabout way for no reason.

"Master, could it be that Miss Sang is mad at you for robbing Tiansheng Hall, and she found a child to deliberately play a trick on us?"

Pei Jinzhi reached out and gave him a slap on the head.

"She's not that kind of person."

Li Jiu smiled mischievously: "Master, she is not that kind of person, then what kind of person is she?"

"Shut up. Look at the painting carefully." Pei Jinzhi said angrily.

"An arrowhead, this is the sun. I understand this is the city wall. What's this thing? A tower? Look, there's a frame here, like a door. What's under the tortoise shell? Be careful..."

Li Jiu stopped laughing: "Master, Miss Sang is reminding us to be careful of Tianxuanmen."

Pei Jinzhi stared at the pattern: "And the Imperial City Division."

"Master, you can understand it like this?!"

My goodness, how did he figure out something from this ink? How could it be related to the Imperial City Division?

Li Jiu was so panicked that he almost knocked over the cups and dishes on the table.

He picked up the cup and put it away:

"Imperial City Division? Is it the government that wants to kill you?"

Pei Jinzhi's face showed deeper doubts:

"How did Sang Wan know?"

The Imperial City Bureau acts in a mysterious way, how did she know?

Didn’t she go back to the countryside? Could it be that she came back to Fengshui again?

"Li Jiu, send someone to check on the Sang family, and be careful not to alert anyone else."

Since she delivered the message in this way, it is conceivable that her situation must be bad.

Pei Jinzhi's heart couldn't help but rise.

Li Jiu knew that this matter was no trivial matter, "Yes."

Pei Jinzhi placed the paper under the lamp oil and burned it to ashes.

Only when the ashes drifted down from the brazier did he come to his senses. Sang Wan, she was like a floating mystery.

He couldn't understand her more and more, but he wanted to get closer to her more and more.

She was like a faint light in the dark clouds, attracting him to move forward step by step and to clear away layer after layer of fog.

He really wanted to see her clearly through the fog.