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Chapter 236 Calligraphy and Painting in the Tea House

Chapter 236: Chapter 236 Calligraphy and Painting in the Tea House

Shen Yunqing saw Jiang Lingxi get on the car and took out the prepared breakfast and tea from the cooler beside him, "You haven’t had breakfast yet, have a little to fill your stomach first."

Jiang Lingxi sat down unceremoniously at the table, picking up the teacup that was flipped over, "I’ll have a cup of tea first."

Her mouth was a bit dry at this moment.

"It’s not good to drink tea on an empty stomach."

Despite his advice, Shen Yunqing still picked up the teapot and poured her half a cup.

After all, this was someone who wouldn’t heed advice.

Jiang Lingxi sipped the tea, her gaze leveled, just happening to fall on Shen Yunqing’s slightly bent waist as he poured the tea, lingering unnoticed for two seconds.

Shen Yunqing’s movement paused for a moment, he put down the teapot and quickly sat down, "Eat."

"Oh." Jiang Lingxi drank the remaining tea in her cup in one gulp, cleared her throat, and obediently responded.

The breakfast wasn’t much, just enough to fill two people’s bellies.

Neither of them spoke during the meal. Shen Yunqing was suddenly realizing that his Majesty might have some little quirks he wasn’t aware of before and didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

While Jiang Lingxi felt a bit guilty.

After the meal, he didn’t get up but sat there and poured two cups of tea, handing over one cup and proactively spoke about the main matter, "Wu Jue sent a message that there’s been some progress in his investigation of that hospital."

"Oh? Let’s hear it."

"That hospital is very expensive, the ones who get admitted either come from wealthy families, or have severe or strange illnesses and have been given critical condition notices by other hospitals. This unknowingly blocks most ordinary patients. Miss He’s mother, Mrs. He, falls into this category. The reason they choose this hospital is largely because someone recommended it, saying there is a rare special medicine in the hospital that can prolong life, and perhaps in prolonging, a cure could be found."

Jiang Lingxi remembered the last time Wu Jue mentioned it in the video, "Is Mrs. He also using that special medicine?"

"Yes," Shen Yunqing nodded and frowned, "But now it can only be found that the medicine is key. This special medicine is scarce in production and carefully stored, with a record of every use. Currently, it’s not possible to secretly remove it, and Wu Jue is also worried that too much movement might alert them."

"Additionally, there is a department in that hospital for admitting those with strange symptoms before their death for research. Wu Jue has also investigated and suspects that this department might not be for research, but for disposing of the bodies."

Jiang Lingxi placed the teacup back on the table, "Why did He Qingwen go to that hospital?"

Shen Yunqing had already anticipated her question, "Recommended by Jiang Xiyu."

"It seems that behind this hospital there might be a connection with Mei Shuiqing. But if that’s the case, it won’t be easy to transfer He Qingwen to another hospital."

Since it’s obvious the hospital has issues, that so-called special medicine also seems strange. He Qingwen needs a dose every day to prolong life, who knows if there is already residue of this medicine in her body.

If she were transferred, what if others studied He Qingwen’s body and discovered the ingredients of the special medicine?

If there is indeed any illegal component in it, it would be possible to apply for an investigation and shutdown of the hospital, but the hospital definitely wouldn’t give them this handle.

"We are not He Qingwen’s relatives, the hospital should not let her go easily unless Xiaotao demands the transfer of her mother as her biological daughter."

"But Xiaotao is missing, and we still have to hide this from Mrs. He. We have no reason to report it since we have no relation with Xiaotao."

Looking at it this way, it’s simply a deadlock.

"I’ll have Wu Jue try to prolong Mrs. He’s life as much as possible, hoping she can hold on until Xiaotao is found."

"That’s all we can do for now, but remember to remind Wu Jue to be careful, his life is the priority when in danger."

Shen Yunqing smiled, "Don’t worry, he cherishes his life more than anyone."

"Sir, Miss Jiang, we’ve arrived at Wanchao Street."

The door of the carriage was knocked from the outside by He assistant, making the two inside realize the car had stopped.

Jiang Lingxi picked up the script used for cover and got out first, "I’ll get out first, remember to inform me of any progress."

Shen Yunqing nodded, watching her get off the car, then after a few moments, tidied up the guard uniform he was wearing, especially the belt tied around the waist, before getting off the car.

It happened to be a Monday, Wanchao Street, including the Yinhe Palace Museum behind it, were not open. Due to advanced notice, there were only a few security guards stationed on Wanchao Street at this time.

The crowd of extras from the bus in front had already gotten off in succession and were now walking in threes and twos on the street cleaned thoroughly by last night’s heavy rain.

"We’re enjoying some privileges with the film crew, I’ve never been to Wanchao Street on a Monday, and it’s the first time seeing this street so quiet."

"I should be a shopkeeper with this outfit today, I don’t even know which shop on the street I’m responsible for later."

"Regardless of the role later, every brick and tile on this street is an antique, don’t forget to be careful while acting. If you break something, you won’t be able to pay for it even if you sell yourself."

...

Just then, the group leader came over, called everyone to gather, and solemnly reminded them once again.

The main idea was not to focus too much on enjoying themselves, to be extremely careful while walking inside, not to touch anything they shouldn’t, and even if it’s necessary for the plot, to handle things with care, steady before letting go.

While the props team was busy setting up the scene and the equipment team was laying out machines, the actors weren’t needed on stage yet, so Jiang Lingxi took Xu Ling’an, who was here for the first time, to walk around the street.

As they walked, more people joined behind them: Lu Zhengzheng, Wei Minmin, Pei Xinyuan, and even Han Jiaojiao, one after another like little tails.

Jiang Lingxi: "..."

Fine, leading one or leading a bunch makes no difference.

She led the string of tails into a tea house by the street.

Inside the elegantly arranged tea house, the most eye-catching was a row of antique-style teapots arranged on the circular long table, some even carefully placed in glass cases. Even those unfamiliar with antiques could tell which teapot was more valuable and which could be bought and sold.

Besides this, there were also some calligraphy and painting works hanging unevenly on one of the tea house’s walls.

At first glance, they seemed randomly hung, but on taking a closer look, it could be seen that the surfaces of these artworks were covered with a thin transparent protective layer, preventing accidental touches while maintaining their original hues.

The last time Jiang Lingxi came over, her main focus was on seeing Yinhe Palace behind Wanchao Street, so she only casually glanced at Wanchao Street and naturally didn’t pay much attention to this one tea house.

This time, as she carefully examined, her eyes swept one by one over the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, spotting a few familiar inscriptions.

If she remembered correctly, this tea house was quite famous during the Yuanzhao period, at that time, many court officials left their calligraphy and painting works here.

She looked at them one by one, finally stopping her gaze on an artwork signed ’Idle Crane Scholar.’

She had also visited this tea house in a past life and had left a piece of writing following the trend, though without a signature, perhaps because of this the owner hadn’t hung it on the tea house’s walls.

She remembered that at that time, her own Prime Minister hadn’t left any works, but the style of this calligraphy piece seemed increasingly familiar. Moreover, the signature ’Idle Crane Scholar’ reminded her of a joke she had made with her Prime Minister back then.

So, could it be that this calligraphy and painting were indeed left by someone when they came to this tea house later on?

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