Shen Zhaozhao walked around the post station for a few times, thinking that if he looked at everyone one by one, there would inevitably be omissions, so he simply found Cao Ya.
"Sister Cao, please do me a favor."
Cao Ya was having breakfast with Cao Quanye and others, and turned around with a white steamed bun in his hand.
Not only her, but all the Cao family members at the table turned around.
Pairs of curious eyes stared at Shen Zhaozhao.
Cao Quanye was so excited that he chewed the white steamed bun in his mouth twice and swallowed it quickly.
"What's the matter?" Cao Ya asked.
"Don't ask what it is. It's naturally a good thing that the third sister-in-law of the Zhan family is looking for you," Cao Quanye wished that his daughter could stick to Shen Zhaozhao all day long.
In this way, I can bring some benefits to the Cao family and myself.
As he said that, Cao Quanye pulled his daughter up and sent her to Shen Zhaozhao, "Go, go, learn more from your Zhan family's third sister-in-law, don't just eat and do nothing all day."
Cao Ya was pulled up with an expressionless face, still holding the white steamed bun in his hand.
"What help? Ya'er is not enough, let your aunt help you?" Cao Quanye was too enthusiastic and even wanted to push and pull Cao's body to Shen Zhaozhao.
Shen Zhaozhao waved his hand hastily, "I just want to ask how Sister Cao is doing with her painting at home?"
She planned to describe the appearance of the old man in her dream and ask Cao Ya to draw it, and then she would take the drawing to ask Jiang Hu.
It saves you from having to fish in the Cao and Chen families.
Cao Quanye hurriedly said: "Your sister has no talent, but she is good at painting!"
"When I was in the capital before, she was the best painter among the noble ladies."
Shen Zhaozhao nodded and took Cao Ya's arm affectionately, "Come on, Sister Cao, help me draw a portrait."
Shen Zhaozhao borrowed pen, ink and paper from the innkeeper, found a quiet corner, and described the appearance of the old man he saw in his dream.
Cao Ya pursed her lips, holding the pen in her hand, and did not put it down.
"What's the matter?" Shen Zhaozhao felt that he had not described it in detail enough.
Cao Ya took a deep breath, lowered his head, and started writing.
Shen Zhaozhao propped himself up on his arms and watched Cao Ya paint, the ink gradually extending on the paper.
At first, she was smiling.
The more he looked, the more the smile on his face froze.
Finally, when Cao Ya put down the pen in his hand, Shen Zhaozhao really couldn't help but complain.
"Sister Cao," Shen Zhaozhao patted Cao Ya's shoulder earnestly, "I know your father is not very reliable, but I didn't expect that the words he said were so unreliable."
Really, the painting is too abstract!
Is this still a person?
If this painting still existed thousands of years later, archaeologists would definitely doubt that it was a portrait of an alien.
"Hey," Cao Ya sighed faintly, and glanced at Shen Zhaozhao with resentment, "Xu has not touched the paintbrush. I am really rusty. I'm sorry."
After saying that, Cao Ya turned around and went back to eat breakfast.
Cao Quanye seemed to ask her something, and Cao Ya said something. Afterwards, Cao Quanye looked over with a smug look on his face, grinning at Shen Zhaozhao, full of confidence.
It's almost like having "you're welcome" written on his face.
Shen Zhaozhao: …
Cao Ya was unreliable, so Shen Zhaozhao thought of the omnipotent group, and simply held his face, wandered into the space, and opened the V我50APP.
Uncle 뀖: [Is there any master painter in the group? ]
【Sincerely begging! 】
Fifth Brother: [I don’t know about the master of painting, but I know there is a master of beheading. ]
【Ha ha ha ha. 】
Shen Zhaozhao: …
She was really curious about what kind of original body this fifth brother had created after he came here, and why he was so idle.
Second Brother: [My original self has this skill, what does Uncle need to draw? ]
Shen Zhaozhao immediately described the person in the dream.
Just after I finished speaking, my second brother sent me a message.
Second brother: [I have finished the painting. How can I give it to you? ]
Fifth Brother: [666]
Shen Zhaozhao exclaimed, “Wow!” It was indeed fast. He should have found the right person this time.
She put on Zhan Beichen's vest.
Uncle: [It is not convenient for me to meet you. If possible, I will arrange for my third brother and sister-in-law to go to the county governor's office to pick it up. ]
【I owe you a favor.】
[Next time if you need me, just call me. ]
Second Brother: [/Holding fists/You’re welcome.]
[You helped me deal with my troublesome stepmother. Now I can rest easy. I haven't thanked you yet! ]
[My family is having a funeral these past two days, I will send it to your post station now. ]
Uncle 뀖: [Thank you. I asked my third brother and his wife to wait at the door.]
After exiting the space, Shen Zhaozhao stood at the entrance of the post station. Before he could wait for long, he saw Zhang Wenzhu in a long gown walking over.
Zhang Wenzhu looked Shen Zhaozhao up and down, handed the scroll in his hand to her, and looked around again.
Shen Zhaozhao knew that he was looking for Zhan Beichen.
The "Uncle 뀖" in the group.
Pretending not to know, "Sir, is this the painting you gave to my uncle?"
Zhang Wenzhu looked around and didn't see anyone, so his eyes fell on Shen Zhaozhao with a hint of pity.
"Oh, poor woman."
"I don't deserve your love."
Shen Zhaozhao had a wooden face, watching Zhang Wenzhu shake his head and sigh before turning away.
oh.
She forgot that in order to prevent Zhang Wenzhu from confronting Zhan Beichen directly, she lied that Zhan Nanxing was a brother-lover...
After taking the scroll, Shen Zhaozhao didn't delay and opened it to read.
I have to say that the second brother's original body was indeed very skilled in painting. The people on paper were, if not 100% like the characters, at least 80% to 90% like them.
Shen Zhaozhao rolled up the scroll and rushed upstairs to look for Jiang Hu.
Jiang Hu took advantage of the delay of the past few days to rest and recover, and stayed in the house the whole time.
When he saw Shen Zhaozhao coming to his house, he thought she was here to treat his wounds.
"Miss Shen, my injury is not a problem anymore. I don't need to bother you to change the dressing every day." Jiang Hu pointed to the servant beside him, "My brothers have all learned how to change the dressing."
Shen Zhaozhao explained his purpose and opened the scroll in his hand.
"Sir, you remember everyone in our team."
"Do you know which family this person in the scroll belongs to?"
Jiang Hu leaned over to take a look, frowned, and shook his head, "I have no impression."
He was afraid that he could not remember clearly, so he called several officers around him and asked, "Look, do you recognize the old man in this painting?"
Several officers came over to take a look.
Shake your head together.
“No.”
"Definitely not someone from our team."
Shen Zhaozhao frowned.
Nothing can go wrong in dreams.
There was no such person in their team. How did he get into the camp when they were attacked by wolves?
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