The Counterfeit Madam Hou

Tang Zibo flipped the table case in front of him and threw the painting on the grey man: “What about the painting?! ”

The man in grey was shouted, and he looked at the scroll spread out on the ground, not understanding how it turned into a fake: “The painting was handed to me by Vegetarian clothes, and there would be no fake. ”

Tang Zibo glanced at his lips and asked the person behind him: "Where's Vegetarian? ”

The man replied respectfully: "I have not yet returned home. ”

Tang Zibo restlessly took two steps back and forth and asked the man in grey coat: “Have you encountered anything suspicious since you got the painting? ”

“Something suspicious?” The man frowned and thought, and he really remembered that one, "and when I left, I hit a bearded man. ”

“Hu Hu?” Tang Zibo's eyes flashed slightly and continued to ask, “What does it look like? ”

“He was tall, but his face was covered with a collar and hat and he couldn't see clearly.” Now that I think about it, it may have been done intentionally, "he also dropped the painting when he hit me on the ground, but it was a short time back and forth, and I wasn't suspicious. ”

Tang Zibo almost immediately thought of those who pretended to be the Turtles at Zhou Jinjin's banquet and claimed to be worshippers of fire. The leader is also a tall bearded man whose clothes cover his face so tightly... no, they may not be bearded at all.

He sat down in his seat and subconsciously touched his right pinky finger. A few days ago, a special envoy arrived from the Eastern Ganro called Ayers. If anyone in Changan is the most suspicious in recent times, it must be him.

His eyes became gloomy and he silenced for half a while before opening his mouth: “You go down first and let Sui Yi come back to see me. ”

“Yes." The man in the gray coat on his knees relieved himself and climbed up and back out.

One of the people next to him looked at Tang Zibo and was uncomfortable to ask: “How can I tell the King about this? ”

Tang Zibo said: "I'll explain myself to my father-in-law, you go investigate Ayers. ”

The man was somewhat surprised by his order, but nodded in response.

Ayers had been staring at half a column of incense with this weird look in his eyes, and finally he couldn't help but slap it on his face: "You remind me of the women who have been smiling at me all day. ”

Ikinkan dodged the flying hand and curled his mouth: “That's a delightful memory. ”

Ayers picked up a pot of wine on the table and poured a big sip on his back. The clear wine slipped down his angular chin, and Eggin couldn't help but whistle at him.

Arston lost his drinking enthusiasm, and a bang smashed the bar on the table: "Say what you have to say! ”

“Huh.” Eggins laughed softly and threw the painting Ayers had just given himself back at him, "even if you were trying to fool me with a fake painting, don't fool me with the fake painting I gave you, okay? A little sincerity is also required for deception. ”

Ayers stunned for a moment, picking up his painting and wondering, “Are you saying this is a fake? ”

Eggin nodded at his satisfied spot: "Children can teach, and now they are much more sincere. ”

“Did I ever tell you that I hate the way you talk around the corner?” Awes frowned as if the next moment he would jump over and strangle Eggin. Eggin answered unchanged: "This is the first time I've said it today. ”

Ayers took a deep breath and prepared to end the question with a sentence: "I took this painting from Tang Zibo, who should have yours by now. ”

Eggin's eyebrows picked and looked enlightened: "Looks like the ghost hand didn't just draw a fake painting. ”

Ayers' eagle glanced at Eggins and said, "You mean Tang Zi has two fake paintings?” He didn't believe that Tang Zibo had calculated it.

“'I didn't say that,' said Eggin with a smile. 'Just grab the ghost hand and ask. ”

After the sun set, Zhou Jinjin was still immersed in the grief of losing his love painting. One of his servants rushed into the main hall in panic and turned to Zhou Jinjie, whose hair was scattered: “Old man, Master, Chunhua was knocked unconscious and tied to the woodshed room. He was just spotted! ”

“Oh." Zhou Jinjin answered. A waiter was tied up. His painting, his "White Jade Spring", was gone!

The next person did not leave, but went on to say: "Chunhua said and said that the person who knocked her out was Nightingale! ”

“What?!” Zhou Jinjin jumped directly from the floor and grabbed someone's collar, "is that serious? ”

When he saw Nightingale on the roof the other night, he cautioned himself to be careful. I didn't expect... to be caught in the way of Nightingale!

Needless to say, the painting must have fallen into the hands of Nightingale!

The next person was surprised by Zhou Jin, who suddenly jumped, and his heart was frightened. “No mistake, she recognized the veil of Nightingale! Oh, she's still in the woodshed, you can ask her yourself! ”

Zhou Jin waved his hand and drank loudly: “Go! ”

I rushed all the way to the firewood room, but it was empty. Besides the fact that there is a kidnapped hemp rope on the ground, there is no such thing as spring flowers.

Chunhua disappeared silently in Zhou Mansion, but Tang Zibo's Mansion had one more subordinate named Vegetarian.

“Master, my subordinates are unfavourable, and I also ask the master to punish them.” Vegetables knelt on the floor, pale and pale.

Tang Zibo slightly squinted his eyes and did not answer. He counted, but missed a Nightingale. But what does Nightingale want with that painting? Did she also know the secrets hidden in the painting?

The man in the grey coat stood aside, and there was something incredible: “The man I saw was clearly you...”

Tang Zibo glanced at him: “But the art of district masquerading. ”

The man in grey coat mumbled. Where is the district masquerade technique, he didn't find any blossoms, even his voice was the same as Vegetarian clothes.

Tang Zibo stood up from his seat and said to one of the men behind him: "They are at a disadvantage and are at your disposal. ”

“Yes.”

The grey man and vegetarian face suddenly white, Tang Zibao walked out of the room.

The next day, Nightingale disguised herself as Zhou Fu maid and deceived the valuable "Baiyulan Chun" thing, it spread boiling throughout Chang 'an City, even Jin Wu Wei couldn't help but insert a few words, saying that the day before the incident, they had met with Nightingale Narrow Road.

Nightingale caught fire in Chang 'an City again. Liu Qing laughed and finished listening to the blue eyebrow flying dance, making no comment.

Everyone went to the trouble of Nightingale, and she would be safe as Mrs. Hou Fu.

After breakfast, Liu Qinghuan wanted to buy an peace with the Ning family. Unexpectedly, as soon as she went out, she saw Twang staring at herself with the eyes of her father's enemies and returned to her room.

She can't go out. She's just relaxed. What's wrong with going back to her cage?

The sleep lasted until noon, when Green said lunch was ready before climbing out of bed. Liu Qinghuan usually enjoyed going to the inner loft to get cold, take a look at the scenery to relieve boredom, and is now locked in the house, not only bored but also panicked.

Peaches helped her fan the wind, and Green Bright brought her a tiny pot of frozen dried Hedong and grapes. Perhaps she knew that she was bored. This time she drank a pot in a row and Green Bright didn't stop her.

But... she soon regretted it.

Liu Qinghuan's alcohol volume is bad, very bad! I don't see why it's wrong to drink one or two glasses, but now that I've finished a pot - though it's just a tiny pot - I can't help but get drunk!

For the first time she's ever seen someone drink dried river east and grapes, she can get drunk like this!

The two maids were so desperate, they were afraid to drink her. Cabernet Peach tried to get her to bed, but this guy would still be drunk and live on his seat. Green had no choice but to find Xue Mu.

Fortunately, Master Hou has returned from the palace by this time.

When Shemu entered the main room, Liu Qinghuan pushed the peaches away from her again. He frowned slightly and walked to Liu Qinghuan's side: “Qing Qing. ”

Liu Qinghuan seemed to recognize his voice and smiled silly at him: “Hou, Hou, Hiccup. ”

Her face was slightly reddish from drinking and her eyes were confused like a frightened rabbit. Shemu looked at her for a while and lifted her directly from her seat and walked to the side of the bed.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly grabbed Shemu's collar and pulled it hard. He followed one over and sat on Shemu's body.

Red peaches and green peaches opened their mouths in surprise and ran out with their eyes covered.

Shemu couldn't resist being pressed under her. Liu Qinghuan stared at him for a while and bowed down. “Who are you?" he asked. ”

Her breath was slightly alcoholic, and Shemu hugged her waist, afraid that she would fall out of bed and watch her not speak.

Liu Qinghuan studied it for a while, as if he recognized someone under him: "Oh, you're a bad guy! You locked me up and wouldn't let me go out! ”

Shemu opened the dark hair on her side of the face and asked, "Then I'm clear, okay? ”

“Yes, yes!” Liu Qinghuan answered happily.

If Shemu is not very good, but is considered a thousand glasses not drunk, then Liu Qinghuan seems to be drunk. In fact, a thousand glasses are not poured - if the liar is easily drunk and shakes out everything he shouldn't have said, then what?

A strand of hair swept through Shemu's nostrils. Shemu smelled the residual fragrance and watched Liu Qinghuan's eyes twitch.

The girl is getting drunk with him.

He hooked his lips and stained his eyes with a smile. If you're going to do it, you're going to do it.

With a slight force on his arm, the position of the two men changed direction instantly. Liu Qinghuan was overwhelmed and stared at Shemu.

How can the smile in his mouth not be good intentions?

“Clear.” Shemu suddenly clasped in her ear, whispering. Only two short words made Liu Qinghuan's heart jump uncontrollably fast.

Shemu's lips moved onto Liu Qinghuan's lips and kissed her head down. Liu Qinghuan's mouth has a sweet grape flavour that seems intoxicating. Shemu kissed deeper and deeper, and even his hands penetrated Liu Qinghuan's coat.

Liu Qinghuan's body was stiff and finished. Now she's going to lose herself. Should she keep pretending?

It was good to see Shemu and take it away. I took my hand back from her. Liu Qinghuan's face was redder than it had just been. Shemu's lips touched her cheek gently and she rolled over to get out of bed.

Twisted Tong saw Xue Mu come out of the room and rushed up: “Hou..."

“You don't have to stay here.” Shemu walked away without waiting for her to finish. Twisted tongue's face changed. It must have been an accident.