In this small tomb hidden in the bamboo forest, Su Jinxin's younger brother Su Tianyi was buried. On that day, when Su Tianyi died, Su Jinxin handed Su Tianyi's body to Mr. Yun, who buried him here.

Regarding the true identity of Su Tianyi, Mr. Yun has already sent people to find out. There are very few people of similar age in the world. What's more, Mr. Yun must be closely monitoring the Su family. He has everything in his hands, so how could it be possible?

Let the Su family have one more fish slip through the net.

But Mr. Yun is not an immortal after all, he is just a human being. He sees many things, such as the fight in the Su family's inner house, but he may not be able to predict everything accurately. Moreover, before he found out about the Su family, Su Tianyi had already

He has been poisoned and there is no cure.

Since he can't be saved, he can only consider the overall situation and give up.

The reason why Su Tianyi was buried here was that Mr. Yun actually had his own plans. Su Tianyi was Su Jinxin's most beloved brother, so every year during the Qingming Festival, she would come to pay homage and sweep the grave.

Perhaps on that day, Mr. Yun might have vaguely guessed that the relationship between him and Su Jinxin would reach this point in the future.

Thinking about the past, Mr. Yun felt bitter in his heart, and the headache came again, so he pressed the Tianzhu point with two fingers. The Tianzhu point was an acupoint that could relieve his headache, but it could only be temporary.

Over time, it will become ineffective.

Turning around, Mr. Yun walked in front and walked into the continuous bamboo forest.

Deep in the bamboo forest, there are several bamboo houses.

These bamboo houses were built extremely elegantly. The big stone table in front of the house was covered with fallen bamboo leaves. Mr. Yun walked over and brushed these green bamboo leaves away. Yun Xi held the light and stood respectfully.

Beside him, Mr. Yun held a lamp.

What exactly is placed on the big stone table?

Liang Mengchen was curious, so he raised his head and stared at what seemed to be several paintings.

Because it had been a long time, the painting that had been placed on the big stone table had been exposed to the sun and rain, and had long since changed. It was impossible to see what was painted inside.

Mr. Yun is known as a painter. The beautiful green bamboo forest here is like a fairyland, which is suitable for him to paint. Therefore, it is not surprising that there are a large number of paintings that Mr. Yun once painted and then discarded here. Liang Mengchen believed that

I couldn't help the businessman's unprofitable nature, so I quietly touched the small abacus hanging in front of me. So many paintings, how much money are they worth, just wasted like this? What a pity, what a pity.

"In the past few years, when I suffered from old illnesses, I would come here to paint. Only when I was painting could I let go of everything, feel calm, and feel at ease."

Mr. Yun has never said this in front of Liang Mengchen. This opening will not scare Liang Mengchen. After all, knowing so many secrets of Mr. Liang, he still has to work for him for the rest of his life.

Mr. Yun rolled up the cuffs of his white clothes. Yun was happy to see this and hurriedly lit the lights around the bamboo house and hung them up one by one.

The warm red light in the lantern swayed and danced, illuminating Master Yun's handsome and thin face, making it seem like a dream, and became increasingly out of reach.

Yunxi ran into the bamboo house and brought a stack of rice paper.

The white rice paper was spread out, and Liang Mengchen polished it himself, showing great courtesy to Mr. Yun.

After knowing Mr. Yun for so long, Liang Mengchen has never seen Mr. Yun painting in front of him. He only saw a man in white holding a wolf hair in his hand, and the tip of his brush was wandering, and he sketched on the rice paper, thick or light, dizzy.

Dye and open.

Her hair is tied up with a jade crown, and two long silk crowns hang down on both sides of her handsome face, dancing in the wind.

Mr. Yun's expression was calm and indifferent when he was painting, but his frown and the unnoticeable complex color in his eyes were all noticed by Liang Mengchen calmly.

Is this...the green bamboo picture that is rumored to be magical? Liang Mengchen opened his eyes wide.

It is well known to everyone in the south of the Yangtze River that the paintings painted by Mr. Yun are worth tens of thousands of gold. Among these paintings, the green bamboo in the Yunqi Bamboo Path is undoubtedly the most valuable, and this green bamboo painting was painted by Liang Mengchen.

The Yun Mansion had seen it, and later, somehow, the painting was circulated from the Yun Mansion. It was said that it was bought by a powerful man in the capital at a high price, and its whereabouts are still unknown.

For this reason, Mr. Yun was furious and ordered a thorough investigation into the matter.

But at the end of the investigation, nothing happened.

Mr. Yun did not investigate, but Liang Mengchen was unwilling to accept it. A priceless painting was stolen out of the house and sold. This was not a big loss. So, he continued to investigate without telling Mr. Yun. After checking, he found out

, it turns out that the person who stole this priceless painting out of the Yun Mansion and sold it was actually the evil-hearted woman Su Jinxin.

Also, in this world, except for her, who else dares to steal the paintings of the future young master of the first family in Jiangnan, and she is the only one who not only stole the paintings, but also had the audacity to sell the paintings and enrich her own pockets. Even if she was eventually found out, she

There is still no fear, after all, even the person who painted the painting doesn't care about it, and others can't hold him accountable.

After I finished painting, the sky was getting brighter.

Mr. Yun spent one night painting this green bamboo painting. During this period, he seemed to have frequent headaches, but he insisted on finishing the painting.

"What a painting!" Liang Mengchen praised sincerely, "One painting costs ten thousand dollars, it is indeed worth it. If I add that poem..."

While admiring, Liang Mengchen also thought of the eight-line poem on the green bamboo picture. The inscription of that poem looked like the calligraphy of a famous artist. The words seemed to be independent, but the brushwork was coherent and round like a circle, which complemented the painting perfectly.

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Mr. Yun smiled lightly, covering his sleeve with his right hand, but picked up the wolf hair with his left hand, and ran the tip of the pen over the green bamboo picture he had just painted.

The dust rises from the steep mountains in the wilderness, and the green bamboos and green leaves become noble and pure;

The horizontal branches are clasped together and want to fly into the sky, walking freely in the middle of the mountain;

Chanjuan looks like ice and snow, the autumn wind scatters and reflects the ripples,

Thousands of feet of dew creates a secluded path, leading straight to the solitary dancing figure.

Drawing with his right hand and writing and writing poems with his left hand, Liang Mengchen was so shocked that he was almost dumbfounded. What Liang Marquis is good at, besides painting, is also good calligraphy!

Isn't he dazzled? Liang Mengchen rubbed his eyes vigorously. He couldn't believe it. In the south of the Yangtze River, the person who was as famous as Mr. Liang was none other than Mr. Gu Liu. But now, Mr. Liang's handwriting could be compared to that of Mr. Liang.

The Sixth Prince Gu was evenly matched, so everyone guessed wrongly. The words on the green bamboo picture worth ten thousand gold were not written by some mysterious master, but by the Marquis Liang himself.

Even the black-hearted woman guessed wrong.

Mr. Yun seemed to have expected this reaction from Liang Mengchen, and did not explain much. He just sighed in his heart. Although the painting was still the same, his state of mind had quietly changed. The world was so big that he could not go anywhere.

Looking for a woman who can connect with him will never appear, never again.

"Congratulations to Lord Liang, for finally becoming a 'Painting Fairy'."

When Mr. Yun put down the pen in his hand, Liang Mengchen's eyes were excited. This is a truly precious painting, enough to be passed down through the ages. Although the original bamboo painting was good, it had no emotion at all, but this one is no longer a dead thing.

, it has soul, life, and charm. Such paintings are worthy of being handed down from generation to generation.

After not sleeping all night, Liang Mengchen could no longer open his eyelids, but he still stared hard at the painting. This is a famous painting worth tens of thousands of dollars, and every glance is worth it.

Liang Mengchen was fascinated by the painting. Of course, he was not so much appreciating the painting as he was appreciating the ten thousand taels of gold in front of him. Yes, in his eyes, this painting was ten thousand taels of gold, and it was absolutely ten thousand taels of gold.

pure gold.

Mr. Yun shook his head and walked away helplessly.

Yun Xi wanted to follow, but Mr. Yun stopped him with his hands.

This bamboo forest was vast and no one would come in. Mr. Yun walked slowly in it. Although it was almost dawn, it was still gray and it was not very clear.

Further ahead, beyond this bamboo forest, is the Su family's villa.

A few months ago, there was a woman holding a lantern and standing there waiting for him in the middle of the night. The scene of that day suddenly appeared in Mr. Yun's mind, and his head hurt violently again. Su Jinxin, why are you

Can you write that poem?

Suddenly, a faint sound of flute came.

Who is it!

Who's playing the flute there?

Mr. Yun regained his strength, jumped up and left the bamboo forest.

Outside the bamboo forest, there are peach trees planted everywhere.

In March and April, peach blossoms bloom all over the trees, scorching and beautiful.

Under one of the peach blossom trees, there was a woman in plain clothes holding a bamboo flute, with beautiful eyes and a peaceful face.

Along with the sound of the flute, the sound of the piano also follows.

It turned out that the woman was playing the flute and the man was playing the piano.

An ordinary piece of music turned out to be the most beautiful piece of music in the world because of the harmony of the two of them.

Mr. Yun stopped and held his big hands tightly under the sleeves of his white clothes. It was them.

"Such a low-quality Xiao, no wonder it can't play good music." The man in purple robe who was playing the piano suddenly stood up, took the bamboo flute from the woman's hand with a smile, looked at it twice, and said in an intoxicating voice full of innocence, "Sincerely

"Xin, let's go back home. There is no food or drink in this mountain, and there are wild animals, so it is very dangerous."

When talking about the presence of wild beasts, Mr. Yun seemed to feel that the purple-robed man was deliberately pointing in the direction of the bamboo forest where he lived, so the implication was clear.

"I want to spend more time with Yi'er. Like me, he is afraid of the dark and being alone..."

Mr. Yun is a master of martial arts. Even though he was a little far away, he still heard the source of the sound that gave him a headache. As long as he didn't hear it, his head wouldn't hurt so much. Therefore, he should leave and stay away from her.

, but it seemed as if there were roots under my feet, and I couldn't move a step away.

Especially when she heard Su Jinxin say that she was afraid of the dark, Mr. Yun's headache became even worse. It turned out that she was afraid of the dark, but that day, she dared to look for him alone at night. The more she thought about it,

Mr. Yun's head hurt more and more, as if it was about to burst at any moment.

Su Jinxin, why did you never tell me this?

If I know this, I will... Mr. Yun pressed his Tianzhu point again, but this time, it did not relieve his headache at all.

Su Jinxin, this is your punishment for me, isn't it?

Mr. Yun held his head and squatted down in pain. Not far away, Mr. Gu Liu and Su Jinxin behaved intimately and played under the peach blossom tree. Such a scene was too dazzling. Mr. Yun clenched his teeth in pain, and the teeth were bright red.
Chapter completed!