Yi Zhen came to Yeyou Temple in person to ask for an audience, and was led into the courtyard inside.
After several years of not seeing each other, Mi August was still the same as he remembered her, but Mi Feixue had grown a lot taller, losing her childishness and thinness, and taking on the appearance of a teenager.
He walked closer and said hello to the two of them. His eyes fell on the painting Mi Feixue was drawing on the table, and he paused for a moment without revealing any emotion.
It can be seen at a glance that what Mi Feixue is painting is Mi August, and the painting is very good and expressive.
Compared with the painting in the restaurant, it is no wonder that the scholars thought she was deliberately making fun of her.
Mi August told Mi Feixue, "We'll see when I come back."
Mi Feixue nodded.
Mi August takes Yizhen elsewhere.
On the way, Yi Zhen simplified the matter of Juxian Tower and asked Mi August for help.
“Zhuang Yu and others will come in person to apologize after they offended the Son of God.”
After Mi August listened, he had a clearer estimate of some of Mi Feixue's abilities. Without explaining anything to Yi Zhen, he waved his hand and opened the fast lane again, taking Yi Zhen back to the imperial city.
Juxian Tower.
See two people arriving.
The night tour envoy Xian Chao Mi August respectfully shouted: "Your Excellency!"
Marquis Wen'an and others also saluted.
The shopkeeper and waiter who had met Mi August before thought of her true identity and were so frightened that they didn't even dare to look at her.
Mi August walked to the table.
When she took Mi Feixue away during the day, the painting was still normal, but now it has become a strange story.
At that time, Mi Feixue was criticized by those literati, and her self-esteem was hurt, especially when she was criticized in front of her parents. Others only saw Mi Feixue being gloomy, while Mi August saw the children depressed and depressed. Embarrassed and embarrassed, Feng Jing took Mi Feixue away just as Feng Jing jumped out of the window and made a fuss.
Mi Feixue has been in a bad mood since then, so the two of them did not continue to wander around the imperial city, but returned to their residence in the temple.
After returning, Mi August asked Mi Feixue to draw a portrait of him in a few words in order to relieve Mi Feixue's worries. Until Yi Zhen arrived in person, he could guess from Yi Zhen's expression and the look in his eyes that something had happened, and it was related to Mi Feixue.
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[Juxian Literary Society]
Strange stories.
Lethal Rules...
The way to break the rules...
Mi August just put her spiritual sense into the ghost talk, and the rules of the ghost talk were fully revealed to her.
Although she has always been gifted in solving rules and breaking them, and has not encountered any problems yet, she does not need to take the initiative to explore things like this Guitan. This is the first time I have exposed myself in front of you.
It is as if you have just encountered a difficult problem, and before you even pick up the pen and start calculating, the answer has already been delivered to you, including the perfect equation of the answer.
When he thought that this strange tale was the product of Mi Feixue's unconsciousness, Mi August seemed to understand something.
She looked at the others and smiled: "As long as you identify the people in the painting, you can save them."
After hearing this, everyone subconsciously looked at the painting on the table.
In the eyes of Wen Anhou and others, there is almost no difference between the stick figures and the abstract painting style.
"How to identify this...?"
Mi August pointed at a stick figure in the painting, "Slim face, protruding cheekbones, mole on the chin, and three pieces of jade hanging on his clothes today. , there is a piece in the shape of a flower, what is its name?”
Everyone listened to her words and stared intently at the stick figure she pointed at, which was only about the size of a finger in the painting.
Face slimming?
Referring to the brick-shaped head?
Protruding cheekbones...are you referring to the two sharp corners drawn on both sides?
There is a mole on the chin...it is not a mole! ?
How can you see the three pieces of jade on the clothes? That mess of threads?
There are also flower shapes...
Having said that, looking at the three messy stains carefully, one of them does look a bit like a flower.
"Lu Su! It's me, my name is Lu Su!"
Excited shouts came from the painting.
Mi August pointed at the stick figure, "Lu Su."
After the words fell, a young man in blue appeared out of thin air among the crowd.
He has a thin face, protruding cheekbones, a mole on his chin, and indeed there are three jade pieces hanging on his waist, which are exactly the same as the characteristics Mi August mentioned just now.
Lü Su's face was pale, and she had not yet regained consciousness after returning to the world. She slumped on the ground and was covered with sweat on her forehead.
Wen Anhou and others were shocked when they saw this scene of being transformed into a living person. Although they were mentally prepared, they were still shocked. A man came to help Lu Su, and as soon as he touched his arm, he heard Lu Su scream.
The man relaxed his strength and checked Lu Su carefully again before saying: "His hands are dislocated."
Marquis Wen An's expression changed and he asked Lu Su: "Are you in the painting? What have you experienced?"
Lu Su said with difficulty: "My hand was torn off." When his arms were in severe pain, he thought he had finally returned to the world, but in the end, he lost his hands in the world of the painting. Monster look.
Now I can see that I am still human. I almost cried with joy when I heard that my arms were dislocated rather than broken. "I can still put my hands back, right?"
The person who checked him nodded, and Lu Sucai completely relaxed, then rolled his eyes and passed out.
The people in the painting also listened to the noise outside. When they learned that someone had been rescued and restored to normal, the cries for help became even more violent and crazy.
Amidst the noise, everyone looked at Mi August.
Zhuang Yan said, "Master Mi..."
Mi August smiled lightly, "I have told you the method, you only need to identify the remaining people."
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Her tone was not forceful, and everyone present could hear what she meant behind her words.
Mi August's figure disappeared in front of them.
Ye Youshi also resigned from Yizhen.
Yi Zhen ordered: "First count the number of people in the cultural gathering, their personal characteristics, and their clothing, and then identify them one by one."
Knowing that their lives are at stake, the people in the painting rushed to sign up. Report characteristics, some even as detailed as the color of their underwear, for fear of missing out on details of someone being rescued.
"Quiet." Yi Zhen ordered, "I am Prince Yi Zhen. I promise you that I will never give up on anyone. Now listen to my order and introduce them one by one from left to right, from the name to the shape of the eyes, nose, mouth, and face. The style of clothing.”
With Yi Zhen’s name, the chaos in the painting was alleviated, and the report started according to Yi Zhen’s instructions.
Outside, several people were holding pens and ink to record.
After everyone’s information is recorded, the next step is the identification process.
The person in the painting is very quiet for fear of affecting the performance of everyone outside.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes of silence passed.
"Is anyone here?"
"Didn't you say you would save us?"
"It's me. My features are very easy to recognize. I'm the fattest one among them!"
"Can you guys do it?"
Listening to these complaints, the people outside the screen looked at each other, expressing their sorrow.
The fattest one?
But everyone here looks the same.
“How did that adult see the thin face, cheekbones and mole on the chin?”
Anyway, before Mi August pointed at the stick figure of Lu Su, none of them noticed it. Out of these, until it was pointed out, I felt that there were some similarities.
Yi Zhen said calmly: "The wonderful pen of the Son of God is so lifelike, Master Mi can certainly see it at a glance, but our mortal eyes cannot see through it so easily."
Zhuang Yan: "The prince is right."
Marquis Wen'an: "...I am blind."
One person pinched Lu Su's man and woke him up again.
Lu Su was at a loss when he was grabbed by the collar and led away. He mentioned the stick figure pointed at him by the painting and asked, "When the Son of God was painting, who was this person standing next to you?"
When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up.
This is a good idea!
In front of everyone, Lu Su didn't dare to mess around but was not sure, "Lu Liangqin?"
The scene of great transformation into a living person did not happen.