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From the thousand households, Zhang Jin took his subordinates and walked towards the streets under his own jurisdiction. He did not say hello to Shen Lian. Although the other party was the protagonist in the film, in his plan Supporting role.

Zhang Jin did not take the initiative to say hello to other people, but Ling Yunkai took the initiative to meet. He didn't say anything else, but just said that if there was a need to help, let him speak.

After speaking, Ling Yunkai left with his two followers of the school captain.

"Adult, I am afraid that this Lingqi is not safe."

"Isn't it? Everyone knows that Ling Fantong is Wei Zhongxian's nephew. The history of Tian's command must be polite. He came to our North Town Fishimen, just to accumulate the credit to climb up. Many cases were snatched by him, and many people dared to be angry and dare not say. "

"Adult, I think we can ignore him, we check the case ourselves, the credit is all of us."

Zhang Jin raised his hand to stop his subordinates: "I know it, and when you talk, be careful when you talk. How can you call it chaotic? Be careful of Ling Yunkai to write to you on the impermanence book, Tell you a slander of the monarch, don't talk about me at that time, even if you are a thousand households, directing the history of the history, and the adults of the town will not be able to save you! "

This remark was shocked for a while, and they turned their heads to look at the left and right. They were relieved after confirming that there were no outsiders.

"The adult is right, we must be careful when we go out and talk."

"Go, go to the street." Zhang Jinyi walked in front of him first.

He disagreed with Ling Yunkai's background in his heart. Wei Zhongxian was his uncle? Spending money from the history of the history of the field. It is estimated that Wei Zhongxian would not remember his nephew. flag?

There is a boring errand in the street patrol. Zhang Jinzhen will be bored.

The taste on the ancient street was hard to say, and the streets at the foot of the emperor of Beijing were not as clean as later counties.

Jinyiwei Patrol Street is not for the law and order of the capital, but to suppress and search for those nonsense chaos.

Under such a high pressure, the people in the capital in the capital are self -dangerous, and no one talks about national events at all. I am afraid that it will be charged by Jin Yiwei to hear the crowd.

Therefore, this incident has changed from the beginning of the credit to the current bitterness.

Everyone who is Jin Yiwei, basically no one will take the streets all day long. They do it in the morning. In the afternoon, they do their own things.

Zhang Jin asked the situation when he toured the street in the morning. After lunch, he let the subordinates lead their respective flags to patrol the street. I changed myself home for a regular service and rushed towards Yong'an Temple who had inquired about it.

In the movie, there is no explanation of which streets where Beizhai is located, Shen Lian, Ling Yunkai is the Beizhai residence that Ling Yunkai has received Lu Wenzhao's order.

Although as a hundred households in Jinyiwei, you can mobilize the residence of Beizhai, but this Beijing is so big that Beizhai is just a pseudonym of Miao Xuan. It is not easy to find someone to find someone.

Moreover, he also has the identity of the confidence of Wang Wang, and sent someone to search for the other party's residence. I am afraid that it won't be the past. If it breaks the relationship between the faithful king, there is no benefit of his future plan.

Therefore, he can only go to Yong'an Temple to touch his luck, and he may be able to encounter the Beizhai who sent paintings to Master Jinghai. Such a occasional encounter in the mountains, even if the King of the King knows it in the future, he will not be suspicious.

Yong'an Temple, as the most prestigious temple in the outskirts of Beijing, is still incense under such a world. There are a lot of civilians and noble officials who come to worship the owners of the Buddha every day.

Zhang Jin went around in Yong'an Temple with the crowd believers. The blue light and ancient Buddha, the old temple and the old tree, perhaps the times are different. I always feel that this Yong'an Temple has more devotion and piety and devotion to those temples he visited in reality.

Pure.

"Thank you for the Lord! The master of the master, the Buddha's Lord will bless the master's family! If the owner is not disliked, you can move the yard to taste the fast rice of my temple."

Zhang Jin gave 12 twelve in front of the merit box, and could not help but let the passing Jinghai monk said more.

"For a long time when I heard the name of Yong'an Temple, the master sincerely invited, then I was disrespectful." Zhang Jin said with a smile, and then asked casually, "Master Jinghai, I heard that you have received a lot of famous artists?"

"Poor monks have received some paintings. Is it a famous master who dare not say? If the owner likes it, the poor monk lets people take it to the owner to see if there is any eyes." Jinghai monk closed his hands and smiled.

"Master Jinghai." Zhang Jin said.

He did not come to Yong'an Temple to play mountains and generous giving, mainly to see if the monk Jinghai had received the pair of Beizhai paintings in the movie.

If you have already received it, then he will take it in advance to let Shen Lian lose important items that intervene in the plot. If he has not received it, he can stay at the arrival of Hokka, Yong'an Temple.

"It's okay, these paintings can meet people who love them, and it's better than the poor monks."

After a while, a monk sent a bunch of scrolls.

Monk Jinghai made a gesture: "Please see it."

Zhang Jin looked at it at will, there were many paintings, and one by one, no paintings of Beizhai were found.

Monk Jinghai saw him looking back and forth in the scroll, but he didn't mean to open a closer look. He couldn't help but curiously: "Does the master open to see these paintings?"

"I won't look at it, just look at the name of the artist and missed me."

"Then the master can have a Chinese painter?" Jinghai Monk asked.

"Beizhai, I heard that this person is very good, but wants to appreciate it. I don't know if the master has received it?" Zhang Jin said.

The monk Jinghai was thinking about it, and he smiled for a while, and then smiled: "It turned out that the owner also heard that Mr. Beizhai had been in Hitagao.

New paintings will be sent for half a month. The calculation time is just a few days. If the owner really wants to see the paintings of Beizhai, you may wish to come again in the temple in a few days. "

"Okay, I will come again in a few days, and there will be a master of labor." Zhang Jinong said.

"The master is polite." The monk Jinghai hurriedly gained a gift.

Farewell to the monk Jinghai. After Zhang Jin ate a fasting meal in the cafeteria, he left Yong'an Temple. When he came, he came from the main gate.

He deliberately asked the monks in the temple, so he knew that there was another trail of the back mountain.

Thinking about it this way, the two of Bei Zhai and Shen Lian should go to the back mountain trail, which can avoid people's eyes.

The trails of Houshan are twisted and folded, with green bamboo and dense forests on both sides, green and pleasant, and the road is not far from the mountains and rivers. It walks on the path. In the hot summer, it gives a cool and refreshing feeling.

Zhang Jinzheng intends to enjoy this rare refreshing, but Tian Gong is not beautiful. A sudden heavy rain drove him to a nearby gazebo.

Boom!

The weather in the summer is changing, and the previous one is still clear, and the blink of an eye will be densely clouded, and the lightning flashs.

Zhang Jin looked up at this hearty heavy rain. It seemed that it seemed to be original in the plot of Shen Lian without an umbrella.

At this time, a figure on the mountain stone steps trotted in a while and hid in the gazebo where he was.

Zhang Jin looked at the woman with a water -green clothes in front of him, and when the other party raised his head, he found that it turned out to be Beizhai. He carefully guarded the scrolls from the other party's hand to speculate that the rainwater was not gone. of.

The monk Jinghai did not lie, saying that it was these days that it was on these days.

It's just so coincidentally, he was encountered by him.

Zhang Jin looked at the picturesque and elegant woman in front of her, and was carefully wiped the water marks on the scroll with her hand towels. After drying, she was completely relieved.

After dealing with the crisis of being soaked in the scroll, Miao Xuan had time to look at the pavilion. As soon as he looked up, he saw the strange man who stared at himself, the other party attacked a white shirt, wearing a scholar gauze, a weird look, a feeling of feeling, the feeling of people felt like It's also weird.

She couldn't help but take two steps back, stuck to the edge of the pavilion, and the rain line floating outside worsen her wet marks like Yun Showa and shoulder clothing, her eyes were full of vigilance.

When Zhang Jin saw her inexplicable vigilance, she couldn't help looking down at her dress. It was a normal scholar pretext, and her appearance was not scary!

Although he couldn't touch his head, he still smiled: "Girl, standing by the pavilion will be drizzled by the rain, it is better to stand in."

"No, I'm good here." Miao Xuan shook his head.

"Then you are not afraid of wet this painting?" Zhang Jin said again.

"I protect it in front of me, and the rain is wet." Miao Xuan said nothing and half a step.

Zhang Jin would no longer be reluctant, otherwise he would seem too much. He thought about it. He picked up the flute that was originally intended to be decorative, dumped the rain on the side, and wiped the mouth.

Miao Xuan kept staring at him, and when he saw this action, he was a little curious. Is this to blow the flute?

Zhang Jin ignored the Miao Xuan next to him. He tried the tone of the flute and the tone of the trial hole. After adjusting it, he began to play.

This song is empty and elegant, and it is played by the flute of the flute, which shows a little bit of stunning. People with delicate minds will not help but touch the slender emotion and memories of their hearts.

The sound of rain outside the pavilion, there are flute sounds in the pavilion, the sound of the sound is around, and the heart is endless.

There are two different worlds outside the pavilion.

The song, Miao Xuan for a long time to wake up from the memories, raise some wet eyes and look at him: "What is this song?"

"Love is as light as you." Zhang Jin put down the flute.

This song is the promotion song of the second part of the embroidered spring knife. When he watched the movie search for related information, he heard it. He was attracted when he heard it. Deep singing is amazing!

He found the score of this song on the Internet and changed it to a flute.

"It's as light as you? What a straightforward name, but although it is more straightforward, it is in line with the artistic conception of this song." Miao Xuan said, "This is your song?"

"Yes, what do the girl think?" Zhang Jin nodded.

Dangwen in the copy is to copy the public, all for the task, not cold.

"Good song, moving!" Miao Xuan praised, "I suddenly have the inspiration of painting. If I now have pen and ink, I will describe this situation and this scene, and then ask the son to mention the poem above."

Zhang Jinhaha smiled: "I won't write poems, but if the girl has made this painting in the future, I might as well help write a sentence on it -if a cigarette rain rains, there is no sunny or wind, but unfortunately

Encountered an empty. "

Miao Xuan repeated it, frowned: "This is a word from Su Dongpo. Listening to the strange, poetry is not like poetry or words, you really don't write poems."

"Indeed, non -poetry and non -word, but it is the most in line with this song." Zhang Jin laughed.

"How to say this?" Miao Xuan's face was confused.

"You don't understand this after saying." Zhang Jin glanced at the rain outside the pavilion. "It seems that the rain will not stop for a while, and the girl and I have to be temporarily at the same place. Anyway

Just now I blow the first song to relieve the boredom. If the girl is convenient, can I show me the painting in my hand? "

"Of course, please see." Miao Xuan took two steps forward.

The two played the scrolls together, and the painting was the painting of the rooster that Shen Lian.

"What do the son think?" Miao Xuan asked.

"Yes, the black rooster is indeed expressive, and 蝈蝈 is also lifelike."

"Which one does the son prefers, the black rooster or is it?"

"Whether the rooster, or so, you can't escape the fidelity of the painter's pen. The black male chicken is fascinating, and the painter fills in the weasel in one day, it becomes the same situation as the puppet." Zhang Jin smiled and smiled.

"So, I don't like any one, I still like the painter."

"Cough ... the son laughed." Miao Xuan tilted his head unnaturally.

"Oh, I misunderstood, I mean that I still prefer to be painters, outside the bureau, do not need to be placed." Zhang Jin explained with a smile, and it was really interesting to tease the other party.

Miao Xuan re -rolled the painting and tied it on the rope. The tone was slightly helpless: "Not everyone can do it.

How difficult, unless ... "

Speaking of which, her words stopped abruptly.

"Unless?" Zhang Jin asked.

"Nothing, my mind was confused for a while, and some nonsense." Miao Xuan shook his head quickly, unwilling to continue to talk.

Zhang Jin did not continue to ask, but made a hole in the flute and played a song. To deal with the ancient literary and art women like Miao Xuan, the music is still more useful in terms of goodwill.

He heard him play two songs again, and Miao Xuan's eyes shined again and again, and asked with a little expectation: "Can you get together in a few days?

"Invited by Beizhai, it is my honor."

"Have you heard me?" Miao Xuan was a little surprised.

"There are many paintings circulating in the hands of Master Jinghai, Yong'an Temple. Among them, Mr. Beizhai's paintings are also well -known in the capital. I did not expect that Mr. Beizhai was actually a girl, or such a beautiful girl." Zhang Jinxiao laughed

road.

Miao Xuan smiled politely, and did not give his praise at your heart: "So good, three days later, I still met here."

"Okay, a word is fixed!"