Although Zhang Yiming knew that Yingyi was a guard entourage of Feng Yin's family, he was still not used to talking to him who was kneeling.

"Follow the order."

As soon as Ying listened to Zhang Yiming's orders, he stood up and looked at him, "I don't know what the son-in-law is going to..."

Zhang Yiming waved his hand: "Speak softly, don't clamor and rest."

After saying that, he looked at their room again, and then walked a few steps to stop after confirming that there was nothing abnormal.

He looked back at the eagle and asked, "You should have something like a fire-covered note on you, right?"

"some."

As soon as Ying replied, he reached out to untie a skin bag on his waist, took out a fire note from it and looked at Zhang Yiming: "What should I do?"

Zhang Yiming handed over the thing in his hand: "You can find a place that is not easy to be noticed, see the pattern on it clearly, and I will wait for you to have an incense stick here."

"After a stick of incense, no matter what you see, come back and tell me the truth."

"I'll remind you again, how to distinguish the authenticity."

"yes."

Zhang Yiming said so clearly that Yingyi didn't ask much, and respectfully took the thing he handed over with both hands, flashed and disappeared from the spot.

“The kung fu is amazing.”

Looking at the empty corridor again, Zhang Yiming curled his lips and muttered to himself.

But his eyes were always paying attention to the room they were staying tonight, and he did not dare to be careless at all.

He then put on his outer robe and leaned lazily on the corridor railings, carrying his innate noble atmosphere.

Zhang Yiming, a former famous tycoon in the imperial capital, who had his own style in history and calligraphy and painting, was revealed at this moment.

Feng Yin asked before, how could he draw anti-counterfeiting secrets like watermarks on his paintings?

In fact, it was created by Yu Kungang's personal calligraphy and painting methods that he had followed his father since childhood, from calligraphy to Chinese painting, and then to the creative experience of his masters. Even his father, who had been immersed in calligraphy, painting and history research for decades, could not do this.

If not, how could he become a big shot in the industry at his thirties?

Even many older generations who have been studying this industry for countless years have praised his art and envied him.

During that time, Zhang Yiming's performance was restricted due to injury and the fact that he had just arrived here.

Now, since he has a clear goal, Zhang Yiming will gradually emerge.

Only in this way can we better help our wife complete the great cause of revenge and find her wife's parents.

When a stick of incense was about to pass, Yingyi finally returned to Zhang Yiming.

He bowed respectfully: "I pay homage to my son-in-law."

"No gift."

Zhang Yiming adjusted his posture, and his original laziness disappeared in an instant, "Tell me, what did you see?"

As soon as Ying felt the changes in his breath, his heart was slightly stern.

But he hurriedly replied: "The subordinates saw the sickle and the axe, but there were a few words in it."

Zhang Yiming nodded: "Well, it's not bad. I'm very happy that you have such eyesight."

"So, can any of you make this secret note?"

Ying Yihe hesitated and then said, "I have arranged for someone to do it overnight. I would like to ask my son-in-law and the little master to give me some time."

Zhang Yiming: "Then you don't have to rush to show up when you send us."

After pausing, he added: "Remember, don't let the enemy discover this secret record."

"From the future, even if you appear by my husband and I, we will only use this pattern to distinguish our enemies and friends."
Chapter completed!