After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety 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 mont.

"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 soone 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 movent paused for a mont, 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 al. Shen Yunqing was suddenly realizing that his Majesty might have so little quirks he wasn’t aware of before and didn’t know how to respond for a mont.

While Jiang Lingxi felt a bit guilty.

After the al, 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 ssage that there’s been so progress in his investigation of that hospital."

"Oh? Let’s hear it."

"That hospital is very expensive, the ones who get admitted either co 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 soone recomnded it, saying there is a rare special dicine in the hospital that can prolong life, and perhaps in prolonging, a cure could be found."

Jiang Lingxi rembered the last ti Wu Jue ntioned it in the video, "Is Mrs. He also using that special dicine?"

"Yes," Shen Yunqing nodded and frowned, "But now it can only be found that the dicine is key. This special dicine 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 movent might alert them."

"Additionally, there is a departnt in that hospital for admitting those with strange symptoms before their death for research. Wu Jue has also investigated and suspects that this departnt 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, "Recomnded by Jiang Xiyu."

"It seems that behind this hospital there might be a connection with i 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 dicine also seems strange. He Qingwen needs a dose every day to prolong life, who knows if there is already residue of this dicine in her body.

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

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 rember 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, rember to inform of any progress."

Shen Yunqing nodded, watching her get off the car, then after a few monts, 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 ti.

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 so privileges with the film crew, I’ve never been to Wanchao Street on a Monday, and it’s the first ti 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 sothing, you won’t be able to pay for it even if you sell yourself."

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Just then, the group leader ca 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 extrely 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 equipnt 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 ti, 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, so 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 so calligraphy and painting works hanging unevenly on one of the tea house’s walls.

At first glance, they seed 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 ti Jiang Lingxi ca 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 ti, 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 rembered correctly, this tea house was quite famous during the Yuanzhao period, at that ti, 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 rembered that at that ti, her own Pri Minister hadn’t left any works, but the style of this calligraphy piece seed increasingly familiar. Moreover, the signature ’Idle Crane Scholar’ reminded her of a joke she had made with her Pri Minister back then.

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