The two of them began to rummage around the room, finding something to do than to be cranky, and by the way, to be able to ignore the ominous birds outside for a while.

Mi Xue searched for the bookshelves according to the shape of agarwood described by Wang Yi, sniffing the smell in the air with her nose from time to time, and asked, "Xiao Yi, wouldn't it be good for us to do this?" Flip around without the permission of the owner here. ”

"It's okay, I don't know when the people here will come back, it's a big deal that we'll accompany him later, but then again, where is this thing hidden, I can't even see a shadow."

Wang Yi has searched the house, but he has never found any strange wood, the wooden carvings are only yellow pen holders and pen holders, which are ordinary pine wood, standing in front of the desk and staring at the danqing on the wall, is it a scroll of painting?

Mi Xue's gaze stayed on the black zither and pointed at it and asked, "Could it be that?" ”

"Agarwood doesn't seem to be suitable for making musical instruments, probably not." Wang Yi vetoed.

"I don't know if I don't see it."

Mi Xue walked towards the guzheng as she spoke, bent over, smelled a thick fragrance, and happily greeted Wang Yi: "It's the smell it emits." ”

"Isn't it!"

Facts speak louder than words, Wang Yi couldn't doubt it anymore, walked over and touched the surface of the piano, a faint sense of grease, it was agarwood.

"Well, right." Michelle said proudly.

"I went, I didn't expect to find this thing for so long."

Wang Yi picked up the guzheng and carefully observed the gap to find the splicing, and found that it was actually carved out as a whole, with a black oil line, thinking that it was a real water agarwood, and praised: "Baby, baby, okay, we can take it on the road." ”

"Is that good?"

"It's okay, Sister Xue, besides, Zhezhong City was burned by Ma Yuanliang, let's just borrow it."

Wang Yi put the piano back into the distance, and helped Mi Xue's shoulder to let her sit at the table, and said with a smile: "Hehe, Sister Xue, do you want to play a section." ”

"I can't even play the piano well, and I haven't touched this ancient instrument." Michelle was just about to stand up when Wang Yi pressed her shoulder.

"This doesn't matter, don't you think it's very atmospheric, just just pull it twice, Sister Xue, I'll help you take pictures, ancient beauty."

After Wang Yi finished speaking, he moved to the opposite side, pointed the camera of his mobile phone at Mi Xue, and nodded to indicate that he could start.

Michelle gave him a speechless look, thinking that it would be good to strike a pose, and pressed her fingers to the strings.

Wang Yi instructed while facing the focal length: "It's too stiff, Sister Xue, move your fingers, be natural." ”

"Kid, there's no end to it."

Michelle saw Wang Yi's pleading expression and had to cooperate with him, thinking about the piano playing movements she had seen on TV, imitating to pluck the strings, and before she could touch it, she was disturbed by the white dove that flew in, and got up and retreated in panic.

The white dove landed on the surface of the piano, cooing and moving, without the slightest fear of the humans around it.

"Scared the hell out of me." Michelle calmed down and said.

"Where did the pigeons come from?" Wang Yi was also frightened by the creature that suddenly broke in.

Mi Xue walked around to Wang Yi, wary of the white pigeon and said, "I don't know, what I saw during the day was a black crow, and when I met a white pigeon at night, it was almost a zoo."

The corners of Wang Yi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said excitedly: "It seems that we are about to find a clue."

"What?"

"Look at this." Wang Yi reached out and grabbed the pigeon, pointing to the yellow silk on its feet.

Michelle understood what he meant, and asked, "Pigeon?"

"I think someone is watching us in the dark, but isn't it too old-fashioned to use pigeons to deliver news, innovation, innovation."

Wang Yi deliberately said very loudly, sneering at the guy who was hiding in the dark to convey the news, unfolded the silk silk, and saw the content on it.

"Thousand Snow Pictures?" Michelle looked up at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall and asked, "Is he asking us to find a painting called "A Thousand Snows"?"

"Probably, there are still so many open spaces on this cloth, and a few more words will kill him."

After Wang Yi finished his evaluation, he suddenly thought of another thing, no matter who called, he could determine a valuable clue, go to Dingxing City to find a book, and find the book that he didn't even know the name of, maybe this is the breakthrough.

"Okay, let's look for the painting first." Michelle swept around the wall.

The paintings have names on them, Wang Yi has seen them many times when he was looking for agarwood, and there is no Danqing called "Thousand Snow" on it, and he sat firmly at the desk and laughed at Mi Xue: "Thousand Snow? Eh, Sister Xue, would this be a gift from some of your suitors? ”

"Isn't your boss also called Snow?"

Mi Xue saw Wang Yi sitting at the desk grinding ink leisurely, and said angrily: "Child, stop playing, hurry up and find that painting."

"Sister Lao Xue is you, your name is related to snow, and it is easy to find." Wang Yi still continued to move on unhurriedly.

"Easy size."

There was no painting called "A Thousand Snows" on the wall, except for the three scrolls left in the bucket to the right of the desk.

Michelle walked over and opened the scrolls inside in turn, one was "Green Pine" and the other was "Jinzhu".

The last one was blank, and I guessed that this one might be painted "Red Plum", and I shook my head at Wang Yi and said that I really couldn't find that painting.

"Sister Xue, the one you are holding in your hand is it."

"No, there's nothing on it." Mi Xue pulled the scroll open with both hands and showed it to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi put down the ink strip in his hand, took the blank rice paper in Mi Xue's hand, hung it on the opposite wall, returned to the desk and picked up the inkstone, and said, "It's there soon."

Michelle curiously walked up to him to see what this guy was up to.

I saw Wang Yimeng splashing the ink in the inkstone on the rice paper, and the good rice paper was dyed black and black.

"Uh, kid."

Mi Xue was stunned and said, "You don't want to say that this is a thousand snow maps."

"That's right!"

Wang Yi wasn't quite sure that this was the picture of "A Thousand Snows", but he had already found all the scrolls in the room before, so he made a bold inference, straightened his body, and nervously watched the reaction of the rice paper.

"Okay, I'll go look for it." Mi Xue believed that this guy was just playing tricks, and proposed: "Maybe the picture of "A Thousand Snow" has not been framed, let's look for it on the bookshelf first, it may be sandwiched in the book, if not, we will go to another room to have a look, he didn't say that it is in this room."

"Wait."

Wang Yi hurriedly grabbed Mi Xue, who was taking a step, staring intently at the rice paper, and asked her to pay attention to the changes on the rice paper.