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"You don't want to study anymore after seeing me?" Xiao Luan looked at him suspiciously.

The little prince smiled timidly: "You are beautiful, but when I saw you, I forgot to study."

As he spoke, he felt a little embarrassed again, scratched the back of his head, and saw that Xiao Luan hadn't responded for a long time, so he quickly ran away.

Xiao Luan stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Time always seems to favor him. After so many years, he still seems to be the same, so radiant.

It's just that he became thinner and thinner.

When Xiaobai came to look for Xiao Luan, he happened to meet the lively little prince.

This child was not born to him, and his temperament was also in line with his temper, solid, upright, and stubborn.You can't be honest when you're quiet, and you can blow the sky up when you jump up.

Just like him when he was a child.

He doesn't have the ardent affection of a father for his son, but he is narrow-minded about teasing a child.

He reached out and grabbed the child's collar: "What are you running for?"

The little prince gave him a stern face and said loudly, "I'm going back to do my homework!"

Xiaobai said: "It's getting dark, let's go play, have you had dinner yet?"

The little prince jumped up a few times, finally snatched back the collar, shook his head: "If you can't finish your homework, the queen will slap your hands tomorrow."

The little idiot laughed: "I'll teach you, if the queen says you haven't done your homework well, you can go to the queen mother."

He said proudly: "I didn't read when I was young, but the Queen Mother didn't let me read."

"The queen mother said that one illiterate emperor is enough." The little prince couldn't hold back.

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"Forget it, get out!"

The little prince ran away in a hurry.

Xiaobai pushes the door open and enters, Xiao Luan is reading in the study, there is a pair of begonias on the desk.

"Did you draw it?" Xiaobai asked.

Xiao Luan shook his head.

Xiaobai took a closer look and thought the painting was okay, but he couldn't figure out who drew it.

Xiao Luan said: "It was drawn by Zishu, the begonias he painted are very beautiful."

Xiaobai sighed: "Are you good at drawing?"

Xiao Luan said: "Not bad."

He said it was okay, which almost meant very powerful, and Xiaobai understood.

He took out a painting from his sleeve and handed it to Xiao Luan: "How much do you think this painting is worth?"

The painting is a beauty.

Only people, no flowers.

Also inscribed on it: "A beauty is like a flower separated from the clouds."

Xiao Luan frowned: "Nowadays, there are many pictures of ladies in the market, so only pictures of beauties are worthless. Paintings with landscapes are good, and those with only beauties can only be used as playthings."

Xiaobai blinked: "How much do you think this painting is worth?"

Xiao Luan considered it for a while: "It's a priceless treasure."

"Priceless?" Xiao Bai looked at Xiao Luan in surprise, "How should I say it?"

Xiao Luan said: "The person who drew this painting must be a master. This painting is so good. The beauties are vivid and lifelike. Although today's literati don't like pictures of beauties, this painting is indeed a masterpiece."

When he said this, he sighed: "It's just a little strange. According to this inscription, there should be beauties, flowers, and clouds."

Speaking of this, Xiao Luan looked at Xiaobai: "Why didn't you sign it? It couldn't be you who painted it."

Xiaobai quickly waved his hand: "Where, I don't have this ability, it was bought by misfortune."

Xiao Luan looked at him in surprise.

Xiaobai clapped his hands: "There is a life lawsuit in this painting."

A few days ago when Huo Yunshan was free, he went out for a walk, and was with Yin Yuanshan.

Yin Yuanshan quarreled with Linghu Han at home and was upset, so he asked Huo Yunshan to spend money.

Huo Yunshan took a fancy to this painting.

I bought it for a tael of silver.

It's not expensive, it's not signed, and there's only one beauty. The beauty painting is so lifelike that a man might be in a daze staring at it when he buys it back.

Huo Yunshan doesn't know how to draw, but it can be seen that the painting is very good.

As a result, before leaving this street, there was a murder case.

It is said that a woman in Pingkangfang was killed.

I heard people say that this woman is a prostitute, she has no livelihood, and she is not married, so she occasionally buys some food and wine to entertain passing men.

Huo Yunshan and Yin Yuanshan went to join in the fun.

Then it was discovered that the murdered woman also had a picture of a beauty in her home, and the two of them looked like they were drawn by the same person.

After inquiring, I found out that although this woman is a prostitute, she also has some literary skills. When she has no clients and can't make money, she will draw some paintings and sell them.

"A prostitute, can draw such a good painting?" Xiao Luan couldn't believe it.

He asked again, "How do people die?"

Xiaobai said: "At first, the police officers said that she committed suicide because she died of alcohol poisoning, but..."

He pointed to the painting and said, "You have also seen the inscription on this painting. Huo Chao said, since flowers and clouds are written, it must be what he wanted to paint. How could he commit suicide before finishing the painting? It was given to the peddler yesterday, and the person died the day before yesterday, which means that the murderer killed the person and sold the painting.”

Xiao Luan said: "It's not easy, if you know that she sells paintings, you must be an acquaintance, just ask the neighbors one by one, and let the owner who sells paintings recognize her!"

Xiaobai said, "Do you really think this painting is valuable?"

Xiao Luan smiled: "Why do you keep asking this?"

Xiaobai said: "It's nothing, I just find it strange that such a good painter, why is he a prostitute?"

Xiao Luan said: "There are many people in this world who can't help themselves."

Xiaobai sighed and left without saying anything.

Huo Yunshan stared at him in the bedroom.

"He also said it was worth money." Xiaobai handed the painting to Huo Yunshan.

Huo Yunshan's handsome face was wrinkled into a ball. It's a pity that such a good painting has not been finished yet.

Xiao Bai asked again: "Is there any clue about the murderer?"

Huo Yunshan pursed his lips and said, "Yes, there are, but...do you want to go and have a look?"

Xiaobai happened to have nothing to do recently, so he jumped up excitedly: "Go!"

He hasn't investigated the case for a long time, and he has been very busy since he became the emperor. This time it is rare to have a case, and he happened to be interested in asking about it.

Who knew he hadn't gone out yet, but the little prince jumped out: "I'm going too."

Xiao Bai hurriedly carried him to the bed: "Go to sleep, it's getting dark."

The prince said with a stern face, "I want to see what the bad guy looks like!"

Xiaobai sneered: "Fool, what's so interesting about bad guys."

The prince wiped his face: "Look at it, look at it."

As he spoke, he begged Huo Yunshan again.

Huo Yunshan was so entangled with this meaty dumpling that resembled Xiaobai, so he agreed.

The two had no choice but to drag the little prince along.

The yamen shut down a large number of people.

The Pingkangfang traffickers are very complicated.

The murdered woman Ruyi's neighbors in the neighborhood plus the men who had had an affair with her, as well as the children of these men.

It took up more than half of the yamen.

The officials who tried the case saw that the crow and the crow had a big head.

Hearing that the emperor personally intervened, his face turned pale with fright.