Chapter 32

"Evil spirit..." ye haoxuan was shocked and immediately found the problem.

This plum blossom painting is a painting written by lincongwen himself. He likes calligraphy and painting and has confidence in his own calligraphy and painting. Ye haoxuan's quiet flattery immediately made him in a good mood.

I didn't feel the change in yehaoxuan's expression.

He laughed and said, "I didn't expect Xiao Ye to be an elegant man. This painting was made by me. It's not elegant."

It's true that he is in a good mood. In ordinary times, due to business needs, Lin Jianye brought back all his friends from the Yamen. Most of them are people who don't know anything. How can they be as knowledgeable as ye haoxuan?

The two had a good talk, and it was time for dinner.

At this time, a middle-aged lady came in and said with a smile: "from Wen, you can see that you can't stop talking. It's time for dinner."

This middle-aged lady is shenxiuying, Lin Jianye's mother.

Lin Congwen patted his head and said, "look at my memory. Xiaoye, I'm going to have dinner and try my aunt's craft." Then he went to wash his hands.

And Lin Jianye asked, "how is it?"

Yehaoxuan glanced at the ancient painting on the side of the plum blossom picture just now and said quietly, "the problem is in that painting."

"This is a painting my father just got. He likes it very much. What's wrong with it?" Linjianye asked.

"Evil spirit." Yehaoxuan said, while the food had already been served.

Yehaoxuan gives Lin Jianye a reassuring expression, and then goes to the bathroom to wash his hands and serve food.

Although the Lin family has 10 billion yuan of assets, except for the luxurious villa, there is nothing strange in other places. There is not even a servant at home. Everything is done by Lin Jianye's mother.

It has to be said that Lin Jianye's mother is good at cooking. Although it is not rich, the dishes are exquisite and delicious, which makes ye haoxuan full of praise.

Although they don't understand why linjianye brought a person with little family background to the home as a guest, linjianye's parents know that the person his son brought back must have something special.

After almost eating, lincongwen put down his chopsticks, took out a medicine bottle from one side, poured out a white medicine and took it.

And yehaoxuan also put down his chopsticks and said, "uncle, this migraine is bad. It's not good to blindly take sleeping and calming drugs. If it goes on for a long time, it will become more and more serious."

Lincongwen was stunned. He didn't know how yehaoxuan knew he had a migraine. His son shouldn't have told him this. He looked at linjianye subconsciously. Linjianye shook his head to show that he hadn't said it.

"Xiaoye, how do you know I have migraine?" Lincongwen put down his medicine and asked.

Yehaoxuan smiled and said, "I also know that my uncle has been suffering from this disease. I have seen many doctors, but there is nothing I can do. Every time I have lunch, I will have it in half an hour. I can do nothing but take calming drugs to sleep for a long time."

Lincongwen and his wife were surprised and looked at each other. They didn't understand how yehaoxuan knew so much.

Yehaoxuan then said, "if I didn't guess wrong, uncle's problem came about six months ago."

Lincongwen nodded and said, "yes, it was only half a year ago. How did you know so well, Xiaoye?"

Yehaoxuan said with a smile, "my grandfather is a family of traditional Chinese medicine. I learned medicine from him when I was a child until he passed away a few years ago. So I know a little about traditional Chinese medicine. I can see something wrong from my uncle's energy. So I guess. Uncle, don't be surprised."

Lincongwen waved his hand and said, "no, you're right."

He sighed and said, "just like you said, I began to have this problem about half a year ago. Every time I had lunch, I had a splitting headache. I saw many doctors and even the big hands in the capital, but I couldn't help it."

The strange thing about this disease is that he only attacks after eating at noon, and he looks like a normal person the rest of the time.

"Xiaoye, you study medicine. Since you can see it so carefully, your medical skills must be different. Do you have any way?" Shenxiuying asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

Yehaoxuan said with a smile, "there are ways."

"What can I do?" Both of them were surprised and delighted. Qi Qi asked.

Lin Jianye looked expectantly at yehaoxuan. He thought that yehaoxuan's medical skills were really unusual. He didn't even match his pulse. In this way, he saw his father's problems.

Yehaoxuan said, "uncle's disease is not strictly a disease. The medicine stone is invalid. At present, only sleeping pills are the best way to sleep."

"It's not a disease? Then why do you have a splitting headache that kills people?" Several people looked at yehaoxuan suspiciously.

"The problem lies in an uncle's picture of a lady of the Tang Dynasty." When yehaoxuan said this, they were all shocked.

"That painting? Xiaoye, you're not joking. It's just a painting. How can I get this strange disease?"

Yehaoxuan said with a smile, "uncle may not know the origin of this painting."

Lin Congwen nodded and said, "this painting is my favorite, not everyone's work."

He motioned shenxiuying to take the painting over, and then said, "I have always liked painting and calligraphy. Seeing that the painting is good and the ladies in the painting are lifelike, I bought it."

"Uncle, when did this strange headache begin?" Yehaoxuan asked.

Lincongwen quickened his pace and was surprised. He had had a lot of headaches. It was more than half a year ago, and he bought this painting from a stall six months ago.

And shenxiuying came back and said, "this strange headache has been half a year."

Lincongwen nodded, looked at yehaoxuan and motioned him to go on.

Yehaoxuan put the painting on the table and said, "strictly speaking, the painting was the work of an ancient man who was frustrated. This ancient man was so tall that he failed to meet his talent. This painting was his most proud work in his lifetime. The resentment of his failure to meet his talent was attached to the painting on his deathbed. It took a long time and became a bad spirit."

As soon as yehaoxuan's words were uttered, Lin Congwen and his wife were surprised except Lin Jianye.

"Evil spirit... This is superstition." Lincongwen never believed in the talk of gods and monsters, and he was a little unhappy at once.

Shenxiuying pushed him and said, "don't interrupt. Listen to Xiaoye. Some things would rather believe them."

Linjianye also said: "yes, Dad, listen to yehaoxuan about what's going on."

Yehaoxuan then said: "of course, evil Qi is indeed a superstition, but according to traditional Chinese medicine, people have all kinds of Qi. The owner of this painting had no talent in his life, and his breath was attached to this painting. This invisible and colorless Qi affected his uncle's body and Lin Jianye's fortune along the way."

Lincongwen was shocked. He felt a little relaxed. Lin Jianye had been on a bad road for the past six months. He knew this. He also knew about the accident yesterday. However, he did not believe in ghosts, so he did not link these things together.