The Counterfeit Madam Hou

After Cao Jingren finished this sentence, not only Zhou Jinjin, even Tang Zibo and the masked man took a subtle breath of relief.

Looking at Zhou Jinjin's dumb, fat, fat face, Cao Jinren felt sincerely that it was a shame that this painting fell into his hands. He looked at the scroll again and his voice was faint: “When Ding Mao was alive, if someone could buy it at all costs like Zhou Langgun, he wouldn't be destitute enough to die. ”

Zhou Jinjin gripped his fat lips and lamented: “Life is full of regrets everywhere.” He paused, like a well-taught student, wanting to teach, "but somehow he didn't understand, why did he ask for a poem by Wing Mei?” Are you starving?

Cao Jingren said: "This poem is not the subject of Ding Mao's study. ”

"'Oh? Who did this to the horse? ”

Cao Jingren took a despicable look at him: “It's really not speculative. ”

Zhou Jin: “…”

So he hates readers, more sour than the vinegar in their jars. He'd better not marry his eldest daughter.

The famous painting is almost over. Zhou Jinjin reintroduced "White Jade Spring" into the brocade and placed it beside himself, allowing the Turtles to continue playing. The joyful sound sounded again, Liu Qinghuan slightly snapped his lips, circling again and again.

Perhaps inspired by famous paintings, the atmosphere in the hall is more intense than it was just now. Zhou Jinjin followed the sound of the dance and struck the edge of the table with a folding fan. Finally, he simply stood up from his seat and walked to the hall to dance with the music.

Zhou Jinbeng is a big fat man who rolls round, but at this time dances unexpectedly flexibly. He danced and circled in front of Liu Qinghuan for a while. As he tried to accompany Liu Qinghuan's spinning steps, he picked a gap and squeezed her eyes: “Sister, would you marry me as a concubine in Room 14? ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows jumped and a pair of eyes bent to begin pretending not to understand Chinese: “Good Monihulala! ”

Zhou Jin wrinkled his little brow, and after another spin, he painstakingly asked: “Don't you speak Chinese? ”

Liu Qinghuan continued his pointy voice: "Armonie Surrilla Barbara is adorable! ”

Zhou Jin: “…”

Unable to communicate with the beautiful language, Zhou Jinjin had to give up communication with her and intend to communicate directly with her boss after the banquet.

Okiyu Qinghuan threw a glamorous eye, and Zhou Jinjin turned around and left. He stopped in front of a friend and invited him to dance with him. Friends didn't hesitate to leave their seats, swirled along with Zhou Jinjin. The atmosphere of the banquet reached the point of joy, and the sound of the music in the hall was even warmer than just now.

So one person invited one person, but with a blink of kung fu, almost everyone left to dance, and the protagonist “Anaye” was squeezed aside.

Liu Qinghuan saw that everyone was looking at themselves for fun. No one was still looking at themselves, so he snuck up. The hovering was slower and slower and easier to jump.

A maid, combed with clouds, walked up from the back of the hall, carrying a glass plate filled with crystal clear pomegranates and a lovely color of bright red drips.

Liu Qing cheered some dry lips and slowly turned the circle in the direction of the maid. The maid walked to the chairman of Zhou Jinjin and left the glass plate on the table behind her back. After Zhou Jinjin left, the rolled "White Jade Lanchun" was still next to his seat. Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed and stared straight at the maid's back.

The maid stopped for a moment in front of Zhou Jinjin's seat and left the house empty-handed. Liu Qinghuan glanced at the seat, and the pair of "White Jade Lanchun" rested there unchanged. She subconsciously glanced at Tang Zibo and the masked man and found that their eyes were also on the pair of "White Yulan Chun".

The song and dance in the hall was very strong. Few people noticed that a maid had just entered the hall. Liu Qinghuan quickly looked around the hall while taking the opportunity to circle. Only two people in the hall sat in their seats, one being the young man who verified the authenticity of the painting and the other being Tang Zibo.

Liu Qinghuan circled again and quickly grabbed several pomegranates and put them in his mouth.

Well, that's sweet.

But also at the moment of her spin, she saw the masked man put down his instrument and sneaked out of the hall.

Although the masked man left the main house in different directions from the maid, he quickly followed the maid in the direction of her departure after leaving the main house. He had good martial arts legs and saw the goose yellow shadow in front of him without a few steps.

He slowed down and quietly avoided Zhou Fu's men and followed the maid quietly. The waitress was in a hurry, as if someone was chasing her. He followed the waitress to the back door of Zhou Fu. She suddenly looked back and flashed aside.

The maid seemed worried that someone would follow her and carefully gauge her before turning around to open the wooden door. A man in a grey coat stood outside the door, seemed to have waited a long time, and when he saw the maid come out, he greeted him with impatience: "What do you say? ”

The mask man hiding beside him shrugged his eyes. He recognized that Tang Zibo's men were working for him. It seems that this maid was also placed by Tang Zibo in Zhou Fu's interior.

The maid nodded her head and pulled a big scroll out of her wide cuffs: “That's it, I dropped the bag with the one the master had prepared. ”

The man in grey coat took over the scroll and opened the kit. After the roll unfolded, Zhou Jinggang still displayed "Yulanchun White" in the hall.

The man in gray coat looked at the painting on his hand and was not relieved to ask: "Is it true? ”

"'No mistake,' said the maid. 'Cao Jingren himself said it was true. ”

Cao Jingren seemed to reassure the grey-coated man. He put away the scroll and said to the maid: “I will send someone to inform the master that you will leave as soon as possible. ”

The waitress nodded and stopped talking, closing the back door gently.

After the waitress had gone far, the masked man gently climbed over the courtyard wall and followed the grey man in front. The grey man turned one into another alley, surrounded by three people at the entrance of the alley, Ben was talking about something, saw the grey man come and walked up. The grey-coated man whispered something to one of them, and the man nodded and left. The men in grey clothes did not stop much and went in the other direction.

The other two men stood in the alley and talked as if nothing had happened.

The masked man contemplated, silently surpassing the grey man, and then processed his collar and hat at the next corner, hitting a straight face with the grey man coming in.

Because both sides walked quickly and the masked man was extremely tall, the grey man was hit directly by him on the ground. The painting, carefully packed in the bracelet, also rolled out of his arms.

“Sorry.” The masked man walked up quickly, not lifting the grey man, but picking up the scroll on the ground first.

“Don't touch it!” The man in grey suddenly had a loud drink and the man in the mask opened his hands innocently, removing his tall body.

The painting was still lying on the floor.

The grey man hurriedly climbed up, picked up the painting and stuffed it in his arms, staring at the tall man across the street. To show that he had no ill intentions, the masked man took two more steps back and apologized again in green Chinese: “I didn't mean to. ”

The grey man looked at him for a while, no longer tangled with him, and turned around and walked out of the alley. After walking a few steps, he was relieved to pull out the painting in his arms and open it for a look, or the "White Jade Spring" just now.

“Hoo-hoo -” the grey man exhaled gently, packed the scrolls and continued his journey.

The masked man also stood at the mouth of the alley just now, listening to the footsteps of the grey man before pulling a scroll out of his broad clothes. He opened the scroll with his thin lips and painted a white jade like a jade.

He had dropped two White Jade bags just momentarily, blocking the sight of men in grey clothes with his body.

The sound of dance above Zhou Fu's main hall remained fierce, and Liu Qing lazily circled and ate several sweet pomegranates. A man at the door walked in like an arrow and leaned over Tang Zibo's ear to say something. Tang Zibo's face suddenly showed a shallow smile and seemed very happy.

Liu Qinghuan turned another circle. After sweeping his eyes from Cao Jingren's clear face, he found that the disengaged masked man also returned to the main hall at this time. Coincidentally, he also had a faint smile in his eyes, something good seemed to have happened.

Liu Qing chewed his lips and grabbed several more pomegranates and quickly put them in his mouth.

At a time when everything seemed so wonderful, the doorway suddenly rioted. The noise grew louder and louder, gradually overshadowing the sound of dance in the hall. Zhou Jinjin stopped dancing like a demon, frowned and looked out the door: “What's so noisy? I don't know. I'm having a party. ”

Zhou Fu's followers didn't have time to kneel down to thank him for their sins. A group of disgruntled people suddenly appeared in the courtyard outside the main hall and followed the tide.

The sound of dance in the main hall also stopped because of this sudden change, and all the dignitaries in the hall looked at the group of uninterrupted guests with different expressions. Yet the uninterrupted guests looked at the Turtles on their knees as if they had not noticed the heat of their eyes.

It was as if they had met each other, and the leader suddenly pointed and shouted in a harsher tone: "They are disguised as worshippers of the Fire! We're the real Turtles! ”