Save the Bachelor of Heaven

  Chapter 516 517 [Su Qinglian]

   "No need, talking about poetry with officials in the government is no different from seeking fish from a tree. You don't have time, I'm not in the mood, so it's better to avoid it." The woman smiled slightly.

   "Hey, why can't we talk about poetry with people from the government?" He Shen was a little dissatisfied when he heard this.

   "How can the girl see that we are people from the government?" Qianlong was also very curious.

  They are visiting privately via Weibo today, their whereabouts are secretive, and they are quite careful in their conversations. I don't know where they missed their travel.

   "A few of you are well-dressed and huddled in front of you. Even if you don't have power, you must be rich. It is not an exaggeration to say that a few of you are rich?" The woman smiled.

   "Well, now that the world is peaceful and the people are prosperous, it is not an exaggeration to say that we are rich." Qianlong nodded with a smile.

"The character for rich is divided into three, with an official hat on top, a sharp mouth in the middle, and a field character on the bottom. That is to say, to be a rich person, you must either be an official, farm the fields, or be a profiteer who eats people and doesn't spit out their bones. The woman explained with a smile, "A few rich people, first of all, didn't carry goods, and second, they didn't look like wealthy landowners, so they are naturally members of the government."

   "Wonderful, wonderful solution." Hearing this, Qianlong smiled and clapped his hands, and the woman became more and more interested in this.

   "Young lady has such a sharp tongue, she is on a par with our Mr. Ji." Qianlong laughed again, "But I don't know who the young lady is?"

   "Set up a small stall, sell some calligraphy and paintings, and earn some petty profits." The woman smiled slightly.

   "Oh, it turns out that the girl is that profiteer who eats people and doesn't spit out bones." He Shen laughed and teased when he heard this, it was a little revenge for [not being able to talk about poetry with officials].

   "Mr. is wrong. Setting up a stall to sell paintings is just a small business, earning a small profit, just to make ends meet. It is very different from that profiteer and wealthy businessman." The woman glanced at He Shen and sneered.

   "What calligraphy and painting does that girl sell?" Qianlong asked curiously, "Can you show us?"

  The girl nodded with a smile.

   He Shen hurried over.

   "This gentleman is not a member of this way at first glance, so don't give others a excuse, and be ridiculed for being arty." The girl glanced at him and sneered again.

  He Shen was immediately embarrassed when he heard this.

  He is a dignified first-rank official, when has he been squeezed out like this? !

   What's more, being run over by such a weak woman is simply hateful!

"What are you talking about! Let me tell you, there is nothing in this world that we can't see, and there is no place we can't go to. If you don't show us this painting, I'm afraid you won't be able to sell it." He Shen said angrily .

   "What are you talking about? Are you the Confucius in the temple who couldn't stand the fireworks in the world and came to this West Lake, so I can't sell calligraphy and paintings;

  Or you are Lord Luban in the sky, and you can’t help but run to this Lingyin Temple in a moment of urgency, so I can’t play with an axe? If you are neither a master nor a Luban, then which temple are you considered an immortal? Why should I listen to you? "The woman looked at He Shen and sneered disdainfully.

  He Shen was repeatedly squeezed by her, and he was so angry that he wished that someone would drag her down to beat the board.

   But in front of the emperor, there is no reason for him to have an outburst.

   "Okay, my lord, I don't think you are this girl's match when it comes to bickering." Just when he was embarrassed, he heard Qianlong laughing.

   He Shen heard this, and quickly got off the donkey, "Yes, master, this slave is a warrior with a clumsy mouth and cheeks, and it is indeed not her opponent. But our iron-toothed and copper-toothed Mr. Ji, why has he also become dumb?"

  Xiang Nan smiled and waved his hands when he heard this, "My lord, can't you see that this woman has an extraordinary background."

   "Huh?! What do you think she is from?" He Shen asked curiously.

   "If I'm not mistaken, she is also a member of the government just like us." Xiang Nan laughed.

   "Her?! A member of the government?" He Shen was taken aback, as if to believe it or not.

  …

   At this time, the girl has unfolded the calligraphy and painting in her hand.

  When Qianlong saw it, he couldn't help being surprised, "A picture of the river during the Qingming Festival?!"

  He Shen and Xiang Nan couldn't help pricking up their ears when they heard the name.

   "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" is a masterpiece handed down by Zhang Zeduan, a well-known painter in the Northern Song Dynasty.

  Famous paintings of this level are rare even in the palace. Therefore, seeing a woman selling such a famous painting on the street, both Qianlong and Heshen couldn't help being very surprised.

   "It's no wonder the girl refuses to show people such a precious and famous painting." Qianlong smiled. He could tell at a glance that this ancient painting was real and not a fake. "I don't know how much the girl asked for?"

   "Why, sir, I don't know, are there any priceless things in this world?" The woman laughed.

   "Then..." Qianlong was a little puzzled. Since it is priceless, how can it be sold?

   "This painting is given to my husband, and I won't take any money." The woman said again.

   "Why?" Qianlong was even more confused. It is not an exaggeration to say that such a precious ancient painting is priceless. It's strange that the woman is willing to give this painting away for free.

   "The sword is given to the martyr, and the horse is given to the hero. Mr. is extraordinary, can't he be a painting depicting the city? Farewell." After the woman finished speaking, she turned around and left, and disappeared in the sea of ​​people in a moment.

   Qianlong looked at her back as she drifted away, and couldn't help being very interested in this woman.

  …

  Qianlong returned to Xingzai immediately, and immediately ordered someone to investigate the origin of this woman. The clue was the painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

   Famous paintings like this have always been passed down in an orderly manner, and it is not difficult to be traced. And as long as the previous owner is tracked down, the girl's origin will naturally be known.

   Sure enough, in the evening, there was news that the previous owner of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was the current governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Wang Danwang.

   "Okay, interesting." Qianlong nodded.

  …

   At night, the Hangzhou line is here.

  The moonlight dissolves in the clear pool, and the red lights cover the trees. The sandalwood board is tapped lightly, and the flute fills the air.

  On the water pavilion song stage, the Kunqu opera "The Peony Pavilion" is being performed.

   Opposite the pool, Qianlong sat in the middle, Xiang Nan, He Shen and others lined up on both sides, admiring it together.

  As the saying goes, the pear blossom courtyard melts into the moon, and the catkin pond is light and windy, extremely rich.

   "Well, not bad, not bad." Qianlong praised comfortably while beating the fan handle.

   "Your Majesty, this is the Kun class specially presented by Wang Danwang, the governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang." Seeing that Qianlong was in high spirits, He Shen hurriedly said with a smile, "There will be a fight scene later, I heard it will be very lively."

  When Qianlong heard this, he smiled and nodded.

   At this moment, the **** suddenly came to report, "Long live the report, Wang Danwang, governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, begs to see him!"

  Qianlong was taken aback, and signaled Xiang Nan and He Shen to back down.

   "My humble minister, Wang Danwang, pays homage to the emperor." Wang Danwang immediately stepped forward and kowtowed,

   "Get up." Qianlong smiled, "Master Wang, you were transferred from Ganzhou to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, right?"

   "Long live the wise man!" Wang Danwang said hastily,

   "Well, I'll show you something." Qianlong casually picked up a scroll from the table, "Is this "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" handed down by your family?"

"Your Majesty Mingjian, this painting is exactly what I have passed down from my family!" Wang Dan was taken aback when he saw it, and quickly knelt down and said, "I heard that Wansui Ya is good at painting, but I don't want to take away what I love, so I made this painting." Bad move..."

   "Okay, get up, I don't blame you." Qianlong smiled, "I ask you, who is the woman who presented the painting?"

   "She is the minister's adopted daughter, Su Qinglian." Wang Danwang immediately explained.

   "Su Qinglian~" Qianlong muttered, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

   When Wang Dan saw it, a smile also flashed across his face.

  (end of this chapter)