Chapter 1898

Thinking back more than a year ago.

It was in the golden triangle, after Li Nanfang gave Helan Xiaoxin a bag and was liberated by Sui Yueyue.

He went back to China alone according to the route set by Jing Hongming, and happened to meet a woman on the periphery of the gray valley.

That woman is the one who killed the Sui family.

Li Nanfang doesn't care what the result of this woman is.

He only remembers that when he met Lian Mei, the woman was entangled by two Americans who called themselves agents of the CIA of the United States, suspecting that she had stolen important information of the United States.

Li Nanfang, a good young Chinese, can't stand idly by when foreigners bully his compatriots.

After a great show of power, she took away one of the things that even Mei didn't know how to appear in her bag.

It's a scroll.

The scroll is not too long, which is half a meter.

After unfolding, it is a figure painting.

The picture above shows an ancient lady with blue silk combed into pony temples, wearing a neon dress popular in the Tang and Song dynasties. Her arm is wrapped with a ribbon around her arm. She holds a flower basket in her left hand and a small flower hoe on her shoulder in her right hand.

Ladies look dignified, delicate, a look is a famous lady, slightly drooping, staring at the tip of the foot before the 45 degree angle.

There is a picture of a censer.

And in the light of the outside world, the eyes of the emperor and lady are very vivid and spiritual.

It's not entirely staring at the censer in front of the toe, but can flow together because of the change of light.

Whether Li Nanfang turns left or right, as long as he still looks at the painting, he can see that the lady in the painting is always staring at him.

This phenomenon can be explained as visual illusion.

But it can also be proved from another side that the painting skills of painters must be superb.

What's more amazing is that not only the eyes of the ladies in the painting will flow, but even the appearance of the ladies will change.

Inclined to the sun, the beautiful woman's hair is black, face is dignified and elegant, a standard beauty.

But when the scroll is facing the sun, the color of the beautiful woman's hair seems to turn silver white. Needless to say, the shape of her face has also changed, and the edges and corners of a handsome man appear.

At that time, Li Nanfang could not understand at all.

But now when he saw the same picture in front of him, he faintly realized the problem.

When the picture is tilted to the sun, the picture is in the shadow, the shade corresponds to the night, and the night is a woman.

The picture is facing the sun, which means the picture is in the place of the sun. The sun corresponds to the day, and the day is male.

Day men and night women are not Xuanyuan king.

The lady in the picture is Yang Xiao!

Keke, it's definitely not Yang Xiao.

No matter what, the portrait of Yang Xiao can't appear in an ancient tomb thousands of years ago.

The woman in the picture is just a little similar to Yang Xiao.

So the person in the painting is probably a certain Xuanyuan king long ago, or the first generation of Xuanyuan King directly.

As everyone knows, Xuanyuan king was created by Xuanyuan emperor.

Maybe this painting was made by Xuanyuan emperor with his divine power, otherwise, there would not be such a change of eyes and faces.

It's just that guy who has become a God in legend can really draw?

Li Nanfang shakes his head and puts this unrealistic idea behind him.

Then, once again, I fell into deep thinking.

He remembers it very well.

At the beginning, when he saw such a valuable antique, his only idea was to take it back to his teacher's mother as a family heirloom.

But when he got back to Beijing, the police watched him as soon as he got off the plane.

In order to prevent accidents, he hid the scroll on a street lamp pole.

After that, I met Chen yu'er, who pretended to be a policeman and actually served in the 13 intelligence departments.

In retrospect, the gang headed by Chen yu'er asked him to take off his clothes for examination, and it is very likely that they were looking for this scroll.

It's a pity that you have Zhang Liangji and boss Li has a bridge ladder.

It didn't work out for those guys at all.

However, when I come out of the police station and go back to the street lamp pole to look for it.

Li Nanfang wants to curse his mother.

His heirloom is gone.

I still remember that at that time, he swore that he would find the thief who stole his family treasure and break him up.

As a result, there were so many things that he forgot all about his family heirloom.

It can be seen from this that boss Li is such a big hearted man.

But it should be his, sooner or later.

Don't you see that the Heirloom has returned to him after so long.

That damned thief really thinks that if he steals something and hides it in an ancient tomb, he won't be found by boss Li.

Ah, Pooh!

What a thief.

Only when a fool steals something can he hide it in a thousand year old tomb.

You can guess with your toes that the scroll in front of you is not the one he got last time.

In other words, there is more than one scroll like this.

How many are there altogether?

Li Nanfang doesn't know.

As like as two peas, he is very puzzled. No matter what people draw these pictures, they can never be drawn exactly the same.

Want to confuse the real with the fake to prevent the real from being stolen?

Bullshit, how can such a treasure with a long history and wonderful painting skills make a fake casually.

Just the change of characters in paintings is not what ordinary people can do.

So, why do you want to draw several identical pictures?

Or are these paintings actually different?

Li NanFang's eyes were fixed on the scroll. He carefully observed every corner of the painting and recalled the scroll he had seen last time.

The background is the same.

The lady is still the amazing lady.

Carrying a flower hoe, carrying a flower basket, not to bury flowers, but staring at a censer.

There are three kinds of incense in the censer, which are surrounded by smoke.

There are still many patterns on the censer. They are strange in ancient times. They seem to be messy, but they seem to have traces to follow.

After watching for a little long time, the eyes will appear illusion, as if there are many small snakes, wrapped in the incense burner.

As long as the scroll a little activity, those small snakes like alive, winding up.

As the speed of shaking the scroll increased, the small snakes on the censer also moved faster, all entangled together, forming a very thick snake.

Then, like last time, Li NanFang's heart would suddenly jump with a thump.

A strong sense of retching, like a fountain rising from the throat.

When he instinctively raised his hand, covered his mouth, and tried to shift his eyes away from the censer, he finally found the difference in the painting.

"It's a censer. It's different!"

Li Nan Nan exclaimed this sentence in a startled voice, which was far away from the whole picture. He no longer only looked at the details, but watched the whole picture.

The censer in the picture is a bronze censer with three legs and two ears.

The last time I saw the censer in the picture, it was a bronze censer with three feet and no ears.

It's hard for Li Nanfang to remember the details so clearly.

On a picture scroll, the censer only occupies a small area, and the ear on the top of the censer is a piece the size of a fingernail.

But this difference is enough to prove everything.

"Lao Tzu's heirloom was stolen by a thief!"

Alas, according to Li NanFang's temperament and character, his concern is, of course, the whereabouts of his heirloom.

As for a painting, why the censer shape is different, what does it have to do with him.

If you want to know why, ask the painters.

"There is more than one scroll. It must be a set. A single pair is worth a lot. If you collect one set. Tut Tut, that thief, you are dead. I'm very free recently. I'll concentrate on finding you out! "

Li Nanfang said to himself with a smile. He put the scroll back into the white cloth bag, put it in his arms and put it close to his body.

In any case, this is absolutely not to let the Heirloom be stolen.

With a baby in your arms, you can always be in a good mood.

When you are in a good mood, you can expand your thinking.

He turned his head and remembered a very important thing.

Why hasn't Yang Xiao come back yet?

It's been a long time since he came back here with the corpse on his back. Even if Yang Xiao's gang were climbing, they should be climbing back.

Why is there no one.

He didn't know that Yang Xiao had gone to Wang Laohan's house to be a midwife again. He just subconsciously got up and went out of the hospital to search for the play.

I didn't see anyone, but I heard the shrill wailing of the man.

The voice was sharp and harsh, which only taught boss Li that he wanted to pull the wailing man over and directly break his neck to make the world clean.

He trotted along the distance of the sound.

Soon saw in the extreme sadness of the Wang family.

No one is in the mood to talk to Li Nanfang.

Li Nanfang was also startled by the sad atmosphere and completely forgot to break his neck.

He just saw Shen Qingwu standing at the door of this family's bedroom from a distance, looking impatient.

Wait till you get closer.

First, I see the boring Zhanxing God, then the helpless elder, and finally the excited Yang Xiao.

He knew these four people, but their expressions were different.

It's just a kind of picture that no one can see.

He wants to laugh.

However, when he looked further inside, he saw a pregnant woman lying on her back on the bed, humming in a low voice, her legs diverging, convulsing in pain.

He'll never laugh again.

"What's the matter? Yang Xiao, save people

Li Nanfang rushed into the house.

Even if no one told him the specific situation at the moment, he also thought that the top priority should be to help the woman in bed and give birth to her baby.

Yang Xiaoming is a master of traditional Chinese medicine. He has theoretical knowledge and practical experience.

Why stand here and watch?

With his shout, Yang Xiao's eyes turned.

"You asked me to save her?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"To save people, why do you need it? Are you so helpless?"

Li Nanfang is not a virgin whore. Even if he once had the unrealistic fantasy of saving all mankind, he didn't really want to become Superman and fly all over the world to save all people.

However, there is a matter of life and death in front of us, or the terrible result of one corpse and two lives.

Any kind of benign person will help.

Aware of Li NanFang's unswerving eyes, Yang Xiao had no choice but to wait for a good play.

She can refuse anyone's request, but in the face of Li Nanfang, she can't.

"Yes, I can. But I have one more condition

"What conditions?"

"You are the father of this child."

Yang Xiao raised his hand and pointed to the belly of the pregnant woman on the bed. Li Nanfang was stupefied on the spot again.