"It doesn't have to be."

Duanmu Yawang smiled and said, "Although it is a private matter to come to see Master Rong, it is not unheard of by others."

"That's good." Master Mo was relieved.

Master Rong motioned to Butler Mo to serve Master Mo. After listening to the two of them, he guessed: "Miss Duanmu, are you here for your eldest brother's business?"

"right."

Duan Muya nodded, and handed the picture scroll she had prepared to Master Rong: "I have a portrait of my elder brother when he was young. I want to show it to an adult. It's easier to find someone."

"Well, it's better to have a portrait."

Master Rong agreed and reached out to take the portrait. He held it in his hand and weighed it. He found that the scroll was relatively large and was about to unfold. He asked Duanmu Yawang's opinion: "Miss Duanmu, can I take a look now?"

"No problem at all."

"OK."

Because the picture scroll is relatively large, Rong Guangsong asked Butler Mo to move the things on the tabletop a bit, and then put the picture scroll on the table to spread it out.

As soon as the scroll was unfolded, before seeing the portrait inside, a fresh ink scent rushed over his face. Rong Guangsong couldn't help but said, "Could it be that this painting was made not long ago?"

"Yes."

Master Rong stopped speaking and unfolded the painting. Suddenly, a handsome and good-looking portrait came into view. The portrait was lifelike, and the painting was big enough, as if the whole person was standing in the painting.

"Good drawing!"

As soon as Rong Guangsong saw it, he couldn't help but exclaimed. The Master Mo on one side felt good after a distance. Hearing that Rong Guangsong, who had always been quiet, was so admired, he couldn't help but look over and want to take a closer look.

But when he saw it, he didn't have time to admire, but his brows frowned first.

"What's wrong with Master Mo?" Duanmu Yawang found out and couldn't help but said, "But what's wrong with the painting?"

Master Mo frowned even more, "The painting is very good, there is no doubt about it, but... the child in the painting is a bit familiar."

Duanmu Ya looked at her pupils shrinking, before she could speak, Master Rong was taken aback when he heard Master Mo say this, staring at the person in the painting: "It's really familiar..."

Huo Fei guessed: "Sister, shouldn't it, maybe they have all seen your eldest brother?"

Duanmu Yawang also had this thought in her heart, but there was no time to say anything, Master Mo suddenly uttered, as if he had thought of something, he snapped the case: "I remember!"

"Remember what?" Duanmu Yawang asked hurriedly.

Master Mo did not immediately answer, turned his head to look at Duanmu Yawang, and asked seriously: "Miss Duanmu, the child in the portrait is really your elder brother?"

Duanmu Yawang answered truthfully: "When my elder brother disappeared, I was very young, and I can’t remember what my elder brother looked like, but this painting was made when my elder brother was eight years old. According to my grandfather, I have at least nine points with him. Like, it shouldn't be wrong."

Master Mo became concerned: "Miss Duanmu just said, did you paint this painting? Why did it become the painting when your elder brother was eight years old?"

"The painting that Master Rong held in his hand was copied by himself while watching another painting."

"Is another painting available?"

"Here I am."

Thinking of really finding Duanmu Chiling, Duanmu Yawang couldn't help feeling a little excited, and the movement of reaching out into the universe bag to take the painting was a little trembling.

She took out the painting Duanmu Liguang gave to her and unfolded it for Master Mo to see: "This is what my grandfather gave to me. Two adults have a look. Does this differ from what I copied?"

It's more than the same, it's exactly the same!

Of course, there are also differences.

The difference is that the one in Duanmu Yawang's hand is much smaller, while the one in Rong Guangsong's is much larger. Another point is that the painting in Master Rong's hand is much more skilled.

Anyone who has seen two paintings can't help but admire the painter's superb copying ability, and even doubt that the smaller one is the copying work!

Master Mo looked at the two paintings, and while secretly admiring, the eyes flashed a little complicated. Master Rong looked at the two paintings, his brain flashed, and he thought of it, and muttered: "In this world, there are really two long Someone who needs to be so similar?"

Duanmu Yawang was too anxious. Seeing that the two were still playing riddles, she couldn't help asking: "I wonder who the two adults think my eldest brother is similar to?"

"Clear."

Master Mo said two words.

Duanmu Yawang was stunned for a moment. She didn't react for a while. After reacting, she thought she had heard it wrong: "Master Mo said that it was...Sir Ching, right?"

After finishing speaking, she shook her head, thinking it was impossible. After all, Lan Chengche was the child of the Lans, so how could she be her eldest brother?

"right."

Master Mo's eyes were deep, "I saw Cheng Che for the first time, although he is a little bigger than the portrait, but it is indeed almost like this, very similar."

Master Rong also echoed: "It's really similar, but it's been so many years. At first glance, I couldn't react to it for a while."

Duanmu Ya looked and listened, and suddenly remembered the first time she saw Lan Chengche, she seemed to think he was a bit familiar, but she couldn't remember who he was similar to.

She swallowed her mouth foam, and suddenly thought of a very important point, "But my elder brother has a scarlet mark on the heart of his eyebrows, and Master Clear does not have it."

"That's true."

Master Mo frowned and looked at the portrait carefully, "Cheng Che does not have any scarlet marks on his eyebrows. However, is this mark of your elder brother painted or a birthmark?"

"Yes, my grandfather said that they have been there since they were born, and they will grow up with age."

Master Mo said: "Miss Duanmu, you know medicine. In your opinion, can you go to this kind of birthmark?"

"Using a special method, it is probably possible." The special method Duanmu Yawang said is actually laser technology. However, after going there, it will leave a trace more or less.

And as far as she knows, the blue and clear eyebrows are white and smooth, without the slightest trace, it doesn't look like a person who has ever had a birthmark.

Of course, the most important thing is that in this world, there is no such technology that can surpass the laser to remove birthmarks.

Master Rong interrupted: "According to Miss Duanmu's description, this kind of birthmark will grow. If it is a birthmark that will grow, it is generally unlikely to be removed."

"Master Rong is right." It's more difficult to get a birthmark. I'm most afraid of getting nerves by accident, which is more troublesome.

It was not once that no one lost their lives because of having a birthmark.

"Why don't you ask the Lan couple, Miss Duanmu?" Mr. Rong suggested, "Didn't the Lan couple happen to be still in the imperial city? You write about them, whether there was a birthmark on the face of Young Master Cheng Che when he was young."

"late."

Duanmu Yawang shook his head, "Master Lan and Madam Lan have something to do, they have left the imperial city."

"Such a coincidence?"

skillful?

It is indeed a coincidence.

Master Mo said humanely: "Mo knows the location of the Lan family in Yulindu. If Miss Duanmu wants to find it, Mo is willing to lead the way for you."

"Master Lan and Mrs. Lan didn't return to Yulindu. They mentioned to me two days ago that they are going to travel far."

Master Mo sighed, "That's really a coincidence. I guess they won't be able to ask until they return from a long journey."

"OK."

Even so, Duanmu Yawang had another idea in her heart.