Later, Zhou Jing'an came. He Zui knew that his father was a good man who saved the country, so he was willing to treat him.
He knew Wanran's situation best, but he never mentioned what happened in the past. He pretended not to know his true identity and was only focused on detoxifying him.
He also felt that Wanran might have forgotten the incident long ago, and the paintings might have been lost.
When Wanran left for the last time, he did not take any gold or silver from him. He also quietly put the second portrait left by Zhang Ye into his package, and put in a letter expressing his and Zhang Ye's gratitude.
What he didn't know was that the painting he stuffed into the wooden box rolled to the corner with the bumpy ride of the carriage, right next to another painting.
The paper of the painting has turned yellow, but it is well preserved. There is a young man in the painting, who is cool, elegant, and handsome - it is the young Pei Xuan.
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Jiang Ling looked at Zhang Ye's paintings and couldn't help but feel emotional.
These paintings bear witness to Zhang Ye's gradually fading life, which was buried day by day along with his ideals.
Moreover, the two men left home in their twenties and came to the capital with the passion of youth, but were buried in that turbulent era.
He Zui is clearly only in his early forties, but he looks like he is in his fifties or sixties. How could he not have been beaten and tortured?
She sighed and said, "No wonder Doctor He is unwilling to come down the mountain. He refused even when the emperor invited him to the palace."
No one would want to go to such a cold, ruthless and soul-crushing place again.
Zhou Jing'an held her hand and handed her a cup of warm milk tea. Seeing that she was in a low mood and looked sad, he comforted her, "I have sent people to find more of Zhang Ye's calligraphy and paintings. Once they are found, they will be sent to Doctor He."
Jiang Ling took two sips of milk tea, nodded after hearing his words, and her eyes suddenly became more determined: "It seems I have to be nicer to him."
"Well, Ling'er is smart and cute. Doctor He likes you very much." Zhou Jing'an smiled and put the calligraphy and painting away carefully.
He suddenly paused, looked at Jiang Ling and said, "Speaking of this, Ling'er still owes me a promise."
Jiang Ling blinked and remembered that this seemed to be the case.
The last time I asked him for the "Spring Snow Painting", I promised him a favor.
"Don't worry, I, Jiang Ling, will never go back on my word." Jiang Ling raised her chin. "Tell me, what do you want?"
Zhou Jing'an shook his head. Although he was smiling, his eyes were fixed on her. He said, "This promise is very important. I have to save it for when I have to use it."
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