So, it’s just because she painted it so realistically, right?

Only then did Li Hanzhong come back to his senses from that shock.

This is not just a realistic painting. For a moment just now, he thought it was real.

"What you painted for Mr. Bai back then was like this medicine painting?" he asked slowly.

Jiang Xiao nodded.

"Yes. It's just that Old Bai's painting is landscape."

The momentum is much stronger than this one.

Li Hanzhong let out a sigh and said, "I understand what they mean by the painting realm they are talking about. OK, I won't tell you much today. I'm going out soon. You can go to chat with your aunt or go home."

He did not answer what Meng Xinian asked him just now.

Meng Xinian and Jiang Xiao also understood that they probably couldn't say it too clearly now.

Jiang Xiao pursed her lips, her expression tense.

Seeing her expression, Li Hanzhong paused, patted her shoulder gently, and said, "Xiaoxiao, don't worry, my uncle won't harm you. My uncle understands the interests of this painting."

Jiang Xiao nodded.

She and Meng Xinian came out of Li Hanzhong, and they looked at the sky at the same time.

Snowflakes actually floated again.

They seem to be here to deliver paintings.

Soon, they saw the convoy of Li Hanzhong driving out from them.

This podium...

"Where is my uncle going with the painting?" Jiang Xiao murmured, not as if he was asking Meng Xinian. She knew that he shouldn't know either.

She just felt a little confused.

Meng Xinian did not answer her, and he did not know either.

Now they can only believe in Li Hanzhong.

Seeing the snowflakes falling all over the sky, Jiang Xiao tightened her collar tightly, feeling that they seemed to have entered a more confused situation. I really don’t know what will be waiting for them in the future.

But they can only move forward like this.

Her hand was held by Meng Xinian, who held her hand and stuffed it into his pocket along with his hand.

"Go back quickly and wait until the snow is getting thicker in the evening. I will accompany you to build a snowman in the yard."

He took her and ran away.

Jiang Xiao ran with him and his eyes lit up.

It seems that they have never done such a thing together.

I have always been plagued by everything and have no time to spare, otherwise it would be a separation.

"We pile one by one, let them judge who looks good. The winner can let the loser do one thing!" she said happily.

"good."

The two of them ran home all the way, and when they entered the house, they all turned white.

"We walked together and we reached the end of the white hair." Jiang Xiao remembered this sentence and couldn't help but smile.

Meng Xinian thought about this and thought it was quite interesting, so she leaned over and pecked on her lips.

"Okay, let's go all the way to the old age."

On this day, they really piled up snowmen together, and each one made Shi Xiaoqing and the others voted. As a result, Jiang Xiao, who was a master of painting, naturally won the competition. What she asked Meng Xinian to do was to read a book for her and read it every night when she fell asleep, wanting to know when the book could be finished.

The person who went to the tavern to keep an eye on people was the person who helped Zhu Shun and the four-bearded man in the capital.

After all, the people around Jiang Xiao may have been familiar with each other. Once they appear, the other party may notice them and hide.

After staring for two days, Four Beards really caught the person.

Meng Xinian was afraid that he was not the opponent's opponent, so he had already told him not to alert the enemy, and just come back to report after he was watching. As a result, the address that Sibeizi came back and said made Meng Xinian's face change slightly.
Chapter completed!