Zhu Yicheng turned his head and saw a man with deep eyebrows smiling at him at a glance. that face...

Zhu Yicheng's face became more and more surprised. After a few breaths of silence, he suddenly called out with an "ah": "You...you are..."

You didn't say a word for a long time, and as soon as Zhu Yicheng pulled the Guqing Bridge, he was about to rush into the heavy rain.

The two hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "What's the matter?"

After asking a few times, Zhu Yicheng reacted. He took Gu Qingqiao and looked at it for a while, and asked carefully, "Are you Brother Gu?"

"Yeah!" Gu Qingqiao touched his face, a little puzzled.

However, Mu Xiyuan immediately reacted and said with a smile, "When we met Brother Wan Bo, he changed his face." Then he explained Zhang Jinjin's compilation to him.

After Zhu Yicheng heard it, he still stared at Gu Qingqiao and murmured, "It's really similar, it's too similar!"

This time, both of them were inexplicable.

The scene was a little embarrassing, so Mu Xiyun had no choice but to find a topic and asked him, "Didn't Young Master Zhu accompany Miss Luo to the desert? Did he not go yet or has he come back?"

Speaking of Luo Qingwen, Zhu Yicheng finally regained some sense, he turned his eyes to Mu Xiyuan and said, "I went back, Xiaowen received news that his father was seriously ill, so we hurried back, just this morning. Go to the City of Hundred Flowers." After speaking, he looked at Gu Qingqiao's face again.

Gu Qingqiao looked uncomfortable by him, and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you looking at me all the time? Is there something wrong with my face?"

"Ah, no." Zhu Yicheng explained: "Xiaowen is looking for relatives, there is a portrait, you..."

He said it upside down, Gu Qingqiao frowned, and suddenly remembered the conversation between Hongyecheng and Luo Qingwen. Could it be that the portrait is really related to him?

The rain in summer comes suddenly and goes quickly. The three of them only waited for less than half an hour in that shop, and the sky cleared up again.

Zhu Yicheng hurriedly pulled Gu Qingqiao and said, "Let's go, let's find Xiaowen."

After walking halfway through the West Market, we arrived at the Huichun Hall. As soon as he entered the door, Zhu Yicheng had already shouted, "Miss Luo!"

Luo Qingwen had just sent off the last patient to be seen, and she took two sips with a cup of tea in her hand, and shook her head when she heard the words.

Zhu Yicheng stepped forward quickly, pulled Luo Qingwen's sleeve and said, "Look, does he look like him?" After saying that, he turned around and pointed to Gu Qingqiao.

Gu and Mu greeted Huang Zelin who was sitting beside him, Gu Qingqiao looked up at Luo Qingwen.

As if struck by lightning, Luo Qingwen's face suddenly turned pale, and she stared at him for a moment.

Zhu Yicheng had been shocked for a while earlier, but now he turned to calm. He pulled Luo Qingwen, took the person into the small hall next to him, waved again, and greeted everyone to come in. He kept comforting: "Xiaowen, don't panic, ask slowly, ask slowly."

If only Zhu Yicheng was like this, Gu Qingqiao could still laugh at him for making a fuss. Now seeing Luo Qingwen's expression, Gu and Mu both knew that there was really something unusual here.

In the small hall, Qin Le and Su Yanjun saw Zhu Yicheng pulling Luo Qingwen in, they were startled by Luo Qingwen's face, they helped her to sit down, Su Yanjun poured tea and handed it to Zhu Yicheng.

After drinking two sips of tea with Zhu Yicheng's hand, Luo Qingwen regained some consciousness.

With trembling hands, she took out a red kit from her bosom and a small waterproof leather bag from the kit. In the leather bag is a small paper roll. Luo Qingwen unfolded the scroll and handed it to Gu Qingqiao.

Everyone looked curiously.

The paper is extremely thin, but when opened, it is one foot square. On the paper, there is a drawing of a woman.

It was a beautiful woman with no hairpins on her hair, only a simple bun. Her clothes were different from those in the Central Plains, but rather the style of the Western Regions. The artist drew her figure with just a few strokes, but he put a lot of effort into those eyes. Those eyes are deep and agile, and you can imagine how they look forward to brilliance when they smile.

Everyone present could see that Gu Qingqiao was very similar to the woman in the portrait.

Especially the pair of eyes and the temperament of the whole body, people can't help but link them together.

"This is..." Gu Qingqiao stared at the portrait, unable to say a word.

"This was left to me by my mother. It was my father who saved her back then, that is, my grandfather's savior." Luo Qingwen explained with a pale face.

The room was in chaos at this time, and everyone had questions, but no one knew how to speak.

Huang Zelin stood up, coughed twice, pointed at Gu Qingqiao and Mu Xiyuan, "You two sit down first, don't stand there to be an eyesore!"

Then he beckoned to the pharmacist, brought the porridge and side dishes that had been heated twice to Luo Qingwen, and said softly, "Calm down first, eat something, people can't run away here, and it will be clear after a while. ."

Qin Le has always been afraid of this elder, but now he has already sat down obediently against the wall, Su Yanjun has been silent, and now he also walks to Huang Zelin's side, and the room suddenly calms down.

Luo Qingwen couldn't eat anything, but Huang Zelin kept staring at it, so he had to drink some porridge, and then asked people to withdraw the food.

"Okay," Huang Zelin said, "Tell me what's going on!"

Several people present, except Su Yanjun and Huang Zelin, had heard Luo Qingwen talk about the search for relatives in Lingshan, Zhu Yicheng first briefly explained a few words, and then he said: "We started from Lingshan and traveled all the way to Qingcheng Mountain day and night. The geese to the north have left the formation."

That was where Luo Qingwen's mother Yinji grew up.

Yinji is her stage name in Fengming Building, and she has long forgotten her real name. This little girl who was sent to Fengming Building at the age of five actually doesn't have much memory of her origins.

I just remember that his father who died young once said over and over again that he came from a small village on the edge of the desert, where the clansmen lived together, the clansmen cared for each other, and the neighbors lived in harmony, and that was where their roots were. is where they should live.

"Then why don't you stay there and go elsewhere?" asked the innocent little girl.