Leaning on the railing Jiangyue

After returning from the street, the servants had already prepared dinner. Before the two of them were seated, Zhao Yu asked Cheng Qiao to prepare a lychee ointment. A can of this stuff can be kept for a long time. Use it when you want to eat Brew with clear water, whether it is thick or light, it depends on your own taste. The water and rice are also freshly fished. It was delicious and very comforting, but before he finished eating, Cheng Qiao walked in again and said, "My lord, Mr. Shao is here."

Zhao Yu nodded, put down the bowls and chopsticks and asked Xu Fengjin to rest before going out the door. Xu Fengjin watched him go away, put the last spoonful of rice in his mouth, and told Cen Ling to enter the flower hall.

The night was dark, and there were two people sitting under the octagonal pavilion by the cloister pool. It took three steps for Zhao Yu to settle down with the black pieces in his hand. Xie Shan looked at the chessboard carefully, stepping cautiously, and said helplessly, "I'm still suitable to follow." The sixth master went out to fight, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, no matter how much he learns, he will not be famous."

Zhao Yu said: "If you want to go, you can wait for the conscription next year to apply for a quota."

Xie Shan was in a dilemma: "How can my parents let me go? They wish they could keep me in Beijing all day as a pig." Xie Shan's family was in business, including tea and rice business. He is the youngest in the silk business, and he is extremely favored. Speaking of which, the Xi family is also one of the largest in Beijing, with shops in all the streets and alleys, and many eyeliners.

He said again: "My cousin sent Fei Ge a letter today, and the letter said that he found the original picture of that ancient painting."

Zhao Yu: "Oh?"

Shao Shan: "Just as the prince thought, that painting was deliberately made old to confuse people and disturb people's hearts."

Zhao Yu played with the chess pieces: "Where did the original painting come from?"

"The original painting is in Lin'an, and the person who drew it is Mr. Fu, the prince's teacher who retired from old age and returned home."

Zhao Yu raised his eyes: "Who is the picture?"

Xie Shan said: "The original picture is Xu Fengjin himself. He probably drew it when he celebrated Old Man Fu's birthday when he was around fifteen years old. Because of his young age, he couldn't see a man or woman in his figure. Old Man Fu always liked these things, and birthday parties always Invite him to go, it’s not surprising to paint him, it’s spread in Beijing that besides being old, this painting also has a beautiful face, making people think it’s a woman at a glance.”

Zhao Yu asked: "Are there any new rumors on the street?"

Xie Shan replied: "For the time being, the most popular ones are the paintings of the former dynasty. They were sent to the government for punishment because they saw blood twice because of the scrambling. I guess there will be more rumors in the future. At that time, Fu Yuan said this. The prince asked me to investigate the painting, and it was indeed full of strange things. Spreading rumors and intentionally making it old, the prince can't be far from guessing." He asked again: "Feng has spent so much trouble, all of which are aimed at Xu Fengjin?"

Zhao Yu moved his move and nodded.

Xishan Raotou: "Then why did he make a painting to make a fool of himself?"

Zhao Yu asked him: "How did the previous dynasty perish?"

Xie Shan thought for a while, then said in surprise: "Feng Jing...is he impatient to live? Want to make this rumor? Although His Majesty doesn't like to reason...but he is also aware of the details. Besides, the original painting is the prince's teacher. Let's make it There is also sufficient evidence on the Internet, if he really did something to Xu Fengjin..." He said happily, "Your Majesty, this is a great opportunity. Your Majesty doesn't like the Crown Prince at all. If this matter breaks out, we will fight against him." Jun, didn’t you make money?” Seeing Zhao Yu looking at him blankly after finishing speaking, he couldn’t help saying embarrassingly: “My elm brain can think of things, the prince would have thought of them a long time ago, if I can handle Feng Jing this time Maybe we can find out about the prince's younger son, I guess he must know something."

When Zhao Yu returned to the room, Xu Fengjin had fallen asleep on all fours. He had just sat down when he heard Xu Fengjin humming twice. He thought he was going to wake up, but he just turned over and touched the empty space beside him, half asleep and half awake. He said vaguely: "I haven't come back... I really don't obey my husband..." Then I snored slightly and fell asleep.

Zhao Yu listened intently, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and finally returned to calm. He raised his hand and brushed aside the hair stuck to Xu Fengjin's face when he turned over.

Two days later, Cen Ling helped Cheng Qiao prepare breakfast, then found an excuse to leave the house in a hurry, and didn't come back until noon. At this time, Zhao Yu was not there, and Xu Fengjin was leaning against the study window to read. Seeing Cen Ling stepping into the courtyard, he asked: "Saw?"

Cen Ling wiped his sweat and walked into the study room before saying: "I see, although the face has been changed in the painting, it is obviously Mr. Fu's painting of Ah Jin." Then he said angrily: "There are people who change their faces to make money, and some people boast that they are The former goddess."

Xu Fengjin put down the book, rolled his eyes, and asked him, "The goddess of the former dynasty? Is there really such a person?"

Cen Ling shook his head, looked around cautiously, and whispered: "Where is the goddess? In the previous dynasty, there was only one subjugated demon girl who was good at dancing...and I also met people arguing endlessly in the past today. I couldn't buy it." Then they clamored about the subjugation of the previous dynasty, and said that this painting inexplicably appeared in the capital. Fan...... The original picture in the painting is Ah Jin herself. If, if someone finds out, I'm afraid... Ah Jin, or you can tell the prince and let him suppress this matter.. ...."

Xu Fengjin asked, "Do you know how long this happened?"

Cen Ling said: "With such uproar, it probably took a long time."

Xu Fengjin lowered his eyes, seeing Zhao Yu's unwashed brush, and murmured: "Then the prince already knew about this painting, and his city... I'm afraid he already checked it."

Cen Ling asked anxiously, "My lord knows?"

Xu Fengjin was silent for a long time, and then said: "I think the dancer Xiao Di sent is a trap... He probably knew at that time that I was afraid that others would show off in front of him, so I fell into the trap."

"Then why didn't the prince tell you later?"

"He..." Xu Fengjin moved the white jade brush to the front, put the brush in and rinsed it, but the clear water was covered with ink in an instant, and said, "There must be other plans."