After reaching the pinnacle of life, cheats came [Entertainment Circle]

Three days later, every household in Jingling City knew that there was an authentic ancient painting from the Tang Dynasty in Lianjia's possession, which was going to be dedicated to the Taijun.

Even though the old man has a great family and a great career, he is a stingy one when it comes to giving favors.In previous years, when building bridges and paving roads, the name of the Lian family must be engraved on the top of the merit monument, so that people who come and go can see it at a glance.

This time is no exception.

Boss Huang and his party left, and Mr. Lian asked the housekeeper to find someone to spread the news everywhere. The Lian family was going to dedicate the "Picture of Heavenly King Sending His Son" to the Taijun.

Maybe once the Japanese are happy, they won't cause chaos in the city. These are all the merits accumulated by the family!

There were also people who were very disdainful and secretly scolded these rich people. Before the Japanese showed their power, their knees became weak and they knelt down.

There are different opinions outside, and it is not rumored that Lian's family is here, even the old man has a dark face and refuses to see Liancheng for a few days.

Coughing so badly, Liancheng called Yu Lingqiu to see him.By the way, it can also widen the old man's heart.

Unexpectedly, when Old Man Lian saw Yu Lingqiu, it was like seeing a bad woman who abducted his own stupid son: "It's the city you coaxed who wants to go with you? Now his wings are hardened, and he doesn't even listen to his father's words." !"

"Bad woman" Yu Lingqiu's face flushed, the needle hand was still steady, and her voice comforted softly: "Brother Lian is an ambitious person."

Liancheng stood aside with his hands folded, determined to fight against him: "Father has taught his son since he was a child to be filial, loyal and faithful. Now letting his son abandon his parents and run away alone, wouldn't it be a loss of filial piety?"

Even the old man couldn't talk to him, so he turned around angrily and ignored him.

The medicinal materials have been transported out of the back mountain in batches, Wu Daozi's authentic works are arranged in the last batch, and Yu Lingqiu will leave Jingling with the last batch of medicinal materials.Because of his father's death, even the yard was searched several times.

If someone is interested in searching, they will be able to find out some clues.Yu Lingqiu chose to transfer, reopened the pharmacy in another place, and continued to be an informant.

It was late at night, and Qing Hechuan would be assassinated tomorrow.

Liancheng couldn't fall asleep anyway, so he came to look for Yu Lingqiu with wine.

Yu Lingqiu took a sip, and immediately his face turned red from being choked.Liancheng had no choice but to pat him on the back. Just now he was surprised that Yu Lingqiu would say that he would continue to be an informant for the Communist Army, but now he is a little curious.

"Do you want to continue working for them, for your father, or for yourself?"

"..." Yu Lingqiu looked confused and hesitated, "I..."

He chuckled and asked, "I'm cowardly, aren't I?"

When Father Yu was alive, he never mentioned to him the matter of being an informant for the Communist Army. It was Yu Lingqiu who found out the truth himself and chose this path.He knew that his father had always disliked his temperament.Cowardly and timid.

Without waiting for Liancheng to answer, he asked Liancheng again: "What about you, why do you want to get involved? Obviously, your family members can leave? I heard from the old man Lian that you originally wanted to continue your studies?"

Under the moonlight, Liancheng stretched out his hands, which were as white as jade, and the ancient paintings made by these hands were enough to confuse the real ones.

In the prosperous age, he would be a rising star.

however.

"The broken mountains and rivers have already lost the school."

"If these hands can't protect what you cherish, what you draw is just a fake without a soul."

Yu Lingqiu was thoughtful, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head again, his eyes were bright with tears: "So my father is also protecting me, isn't he?"

On April [-]th.

Liancheng put on a freshly made green shirt. He was tall and thin, with clear eyes looking forward to shining brightly, and his long hair pulled up high. At first glance, he looked like a romantic figure walking out of a painting.

There was a carriage parked in Lian Family's courtyard, which contained the ancient paintings that were to be given to Qing Hechuan. Besides, there were also antiques cobbled together by some people from the Chamber of Commerce.

Soldiers came here early in the morning. When the boxes for the paintings were put on, the Japanese soldiers checked the compartments with guns and released them only after they were correct.

There was another inspection like this when we arrived at Boss Huang's house. This time, even the bottom of the car was inspected.

Liancheng always had a smile on his face, his peach blossom eyes were unrestrained, and he didn't look dull like that day.

Boss Huang blinked at him abruptly, then turned around awkwardly.

The carriage stopped in the yard, and Lian Cheng followed into the main hall of Huang's house.Qing Hechuan was sitting here, with his body upright, his eyes sharply examining everyone who entered the hall, like a sharp sword.

When he saw Liancheng, he stopped looking.

Liancheng looked back, Qing Hechuan's eyes jumped, the corners of his mouth twisted, and he asked with a smile in awkward Chinese: "You, Liancheng?"

"Yes, Taijun." Liancheng stood out from the crowd, neither humble nor overbearing.

"I've heard of you." He spoke with a strange emphasis, "Your teacher is Liu Shiying, right?"

Liancheng was a little surprised, and asked curiously: "Exactly, how do you know, Taijun?"

"Haha, he was a guest of Mr. Fujiwara many years ago. I am entrusted by Mr. Fujiwara to visit him when I come to China this time."

Qing Hechuan stared at Liancheng closely, not letting go of any slight reaction from him: "Liu Shiying is a master of imitation, you have studied under him for many years, and what you learned...couldn't be fakes?"

The lobby was dead silent.

Lian Cheng's face was flushed, and his hands were shaking with anger. He was like a cat whose tail was pinched, and he suppressed his anger and said, "Don't you know that you can ruin my future with just one word? I'm dignified." Ruler man, what you learn is the righteousness of heaven and earth, not those tricks!"

"Haha," Qing Hechuan clapped his hands and laughed, "Don't get excited, Mr. Lian, I'm just asking. You Chinese literati are all proud, I trust you."

Boss Huang hurried over and sat down Liancheng, fearing that he would impulsively say something that shouldn't be said.

Liancheng sat down depressed, picked up the teacup and drank heavily, obviously holding back his displeasure.

Qing Hechuan withdrew his gaze and ordered the Japanese soldiers to bring the box in, but he actually wanted to open the box in front of everyone.

"I heard that what the Lian family sent here this time is the painting of the Tang Dynasty painter Wu Daozi's "Heavenly King Sending His Son", which has a history of more than 1000 years. Thousands of years ago, Japan sent Tang envoys to the Tang Dynasty and learned a lot. Useful things returned to Japan." Qing Hechuan stroked the box containing the paintings, and said with a smile: "But now, China and Japan have changed roles. The Great Japanese Empire came to China with the determination of thousands of years ago to make Japan a better place. What you have, give it back to you Chinese.”

He was talking alone, and the expressions of the people in the room were different, seeming embarrassed or annoyed.

But even this anger didn't dare to stay on his face for too long, it just faded away.

Qing Hechuan looked at their faces with satisfaction, and took the dagger from the Japanese soldier.

"It is fate that we gather together today. Let's appreciate this treasure from thousands of years ago."

As he spoke, he picked up the knife, cut the beeswax on the mouth of the box, and opened the box.

The scroll was placed on the bright yellow cloth, and he carefully picked it up, put the scroll on the table, and slowly unfolded it.

As the painting scroll unfolded, the unflappable king of heaven and immortals with different postures were displayed in front of everyone, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

Qing Hechuan looked at it very seriously, from the scroll to the paper, he got close to the scroll several times to observe carefully.

After a while, he called out a middle-aged man in day clothes, "Come and see this painting, is it real?"

The middle-aged man looked respectful and flattering, but when he spoke, he said in Chinese: "Yes! Taijun!"

He obviously came prepared, with a set of tools for viewing paintings.

Everyone's hearts were raised again, and Liancheng looked aggrieved, as if he was very angry at not gaining the trust of the Japanese.

"This painting is indeed an authentic one!" The middle-aged man looked up frantically, "Taijun, post it, this is indeed Wu Daozi's painting!"

Qing Hechuan couldn't help laughing, and immediately asked him to seal up the painting.

"The Lian family has done a great job this time! Fujiwara-kun, you will definitely like this gift!"

The atmosphere suddenly eased. The bosses of all the shops were people mixed up on the road. They sensed that Qing Hechuan was in a good mood, and they all went all out to flatter him.

When the food was on the table, the atmosphere became more intense, Liancheng was no longer depressed, and exchanged cups with Boss Huang.

The box containing the paintings was escorted to the room where Qing Hechuan stayed.

After eating this meal for a long time, when the group broke up, everyone's faces were flushed from drinking, and they walked staggeringly. Before leaving, they yelled one after another with great enthusiasm.

After sending off the members of the Chamber of Commerce, Qing Hechuan couldn't wait to return to the room. He wanted to appreciate the painting before sending it to Fujiwara's house.

After leaving the gate of Huang's house, as soon as the wind blew, most of Liancheng's drunkenness woke up.

He didn't take a few sips of wine at all, and nine out of ten glasses of wine went into his cuffs.

After a few turns, Liancheng saw Yu Lingqiu and Lian Le waiting for him at the intersection.

"Where are my father and them?"

"Master, they have already left the city first, young master, let's go too."

Liancheng responded, took off his loose blue shirt, changed into slim-fitting clothes, and hurried to the back mountain.

Qinghechuan held a banquet in Huangfu today, and most of the soldiers who entered the city were patrolling near Huangfu. They didn't encounter a few waves of soldiers along the way, and they arrived at the back mountain smoothly.

Yu Lingqiu dared to speak when he got to a place where no one was around: "Is the plan going well?"

Liancheng had a smile on his face: "It went very well, Boss Huang was right."

Qing Hechuan is a very suspicious person, he will be very wary of anyone who enters his territory, especially before he enters Jingling, he knows that someone wants to assassinate him.

The carriage carrying antiques will be carefully inspected, and Qing Hechuan will definitely open the painting in person to verify its authenticity.

But he didn't expect that the bottom of the box was movable.

As long as the inspection time is diverted, the assassination plan will still be carried out.

Liancheng stopped, and from this place on the mountain, he could have a panoramic view of Jingling.

Boss Huang's house was brightly lit. At this time, Wang Laoliu must have been hiding in the dark, waiting for a chance to kill with one blow.

But outside the city, in the vast darkness, light is coming.

"call out!"

A firework rises into the sky, bursting into a beautiful flower shape, which is fleeting.

"Let's go too, it's almost dawn"