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The next day, Jiang Wanling invited Li Xiaojun for breakfast as usual. Li Xiaoyan noticed that Jiang Wanling's eyes were bloodshot and said, "Little Ling, did you not sleep well yesterday?"

Jiang Wanling rubbed her eyes, lightly laughed and said, "I read too late yesterday."

"Is that so …" Li Xiao Jun hesitated, but did not say anything. After the two finished their breakfast, Jiang Wanling returned to her room, while Li Xiaobing remained in the dining room.

As expected, Jiang Wanling very rarely went out. Almost every day, she was not reading in her room, but walking in the courtyard. In times like these, anyone would feel dejected, but Jiang Wanling did not say anything.

Li Xiaobing sighed. The dining plates had been cleaned up, and a few servants went to the kitchen to busy themselves. Li Xiaobing was the only person left in the huge dining room.

Li Xiaobing's attention was once again on the two pictures.

One was the scenery of the prairie, the other was the scenery of the sea and sky. Two paintings, one on the left and one on the right, stood facing the window. The light from the window illuminated the space between the two paintings, forming three square frames.

Li Xiaojun was still hesitating as to whether he should tell this matter to Jiang Wanling.

Suddenly, Li Xiaobing's body quivered. Without any reason, just a feeling, Li Xiaobing turned and looked at the entrance of the restaurant.

No one was there.

This was not the first time Li Xiaojun felt this way. Ever since he entered the Jiang family mansion, Li Xiaoyan felt that there was someone staring at him.

If Li Xiaoyan's premonition was not wrong, then this place must already be under someone's surveillance.

When Li Xiao Jun walked out of the door to take a look, she only saw the servants bustling around, as well as Jiang Tuo, who had a poker face for the past ten thousand years. Li Xiao Jun couldn't help but smile bitterly, finding the person who was monitoring her in this group of people was obviously not an easy matter. Li Xiaobing could only hope that he was worrying about nothing.

As Li Xiaoyun prepared to return to his room, a light flashed through the kitchen window. Li Xiaojun was stunned, just now the angle of the sun had undergone some changes, the square that was just in front of the window had already undergone some changes.

Although it only lasted for a short period of time, during this period of time, the three rays of light and two rays of light were shining on the two paintings. Li Xiaojun noticed that the wall was not completely flat, and it seemed to have a slight concavity. This ray of light shone between the two paintings, as if three paintings had appeared on the wall at the same time.

Li Xiaojun was astonished. Could this be a coincidence?

Li Xiaojun thought about how he had always felt that these two paintings were out of place. It seemed like the gap between these two paintings was too unusual.

Li Xiaojun closed the kitchen door and moved the chair over. He stood on the chair and looked at the two paintings.

White spray, dark stripes on the prairie, already two pictures of the wall between the concave.

Li Xiaobing stretched out his hand and touched the glass on the picture frame. The painting moved slightly, as if it was lifted from the wall.

"Wait, this painting …" Noticing that something was wrong, Li Xiaoyan stretched out his hand to remove the entire painting. As expected, the painting didn't have a bottom frame. It was hollow and stuck to the wall. Furthermore, Li Xiaoyan didn't notice when he was pasted on the wall that the paper was actually very thin. He had always used the color of the wall as his base color, so no one had noticed it before.

Looking at the other painting as well as the blank space between the two paintings, Li Xiaojun suddenly had an idea.

Li Xiao Jun placed the painting she removed on the ground and took out the other painting as well. The two paintings were stacked together and placed together in the middle of a blank wall. The sunlight was just able to reach this spot.

Li Xiao Jun looked up and was immediately shocked. The two paintings intersected, the sunlight shining through the two paintings, reflecting off the concave areas on the wall and onto the other wall.

A few shadows appeared in the sunlight on the wall, but these shadows were real numbers in Arabic!

"16... 19... "13..."

The three numbers were separated by a gap. Li Xiao Jun felt a burst of excitement, she never expected to unintentionally discover such a secret.

But what did this number mean?

Li Xiaojun noticed that there were a few English letters under the numbers.

"B... O... K..."

Book, book.

Li Xiaojun was still confused. Suddenly, a cloud covered the sunlight and the numbers on the wall disappeared.

Li Xiaojun secretly memorized the numbers and hung the two paintings back to their original positions.

Today, Li Xiaojun didn't go to the hospital and rested in his room for an entire day. Although he might have been a bit bored recently, Li Xiaojun didn't feel bored at all. For Li Xiaojun, there were a lot of things to consider.

That night, although she slept very late, Jiang Wanling still did not sleep early. Like yesterday, she had redone a plate of biscuits, a pot of black tea, and was sitting in her room reading a German book.

Similarly, he did not ask for Li Xiaojun. But today, Li Xiaojun had come.

Jiang Wanling heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Li Xiaobing opened the door, but Jiang Wanling did not raise her head. She was still reading her book.

"Can I sit down for a moment?" Li Xiao Jun said.

Jiang Wanling nodded and said, "Please take a seat."

Li Xiaojun sat in his seat. Li Xiaoyan didn't know when it started, but there was actually a "own seat" in Jiang Wanling's room.

He sat next to Jiang Wanling, and a table was placed in the middle of the table.

Li Xiaojun took a biscuit and chewed on it. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Jiang Wanling lowered her head and read the book, while Li Xiaoyan ate the biscuit.

Li Xiaobing thought back to the first day he was with Jiang Wanzhong. He was still wanted, and at night, when he was in the corridor, he saw Jiang Wanzhu staring blankly out the window at the starry sky. The moonlight fell on her like an angel.

They then walked together into the courtyard. Li Xiaojun remembered the scene at that time. The two of them did not speak, but they both felt very comfortable. They did not feel awkward at all. Everything was harmonious. It was as if all she had to do was stay with Jiang Wanzhong, and she would carry such a magical characteristic with her.

But today was different. The air in the room... Or perhaps it could be said that the air between Li Xiaojun and Jiang Wanling had become somewhat stiff.

Why?