The Counterfeit Madam Hou

Liu Qinghuan's favorite part of his life is eating, the least favorite part is losing money.

But in front of her, she's going to eat.

She reluctantly turned over the "White Jade Spring" and handed it over to Xue Mu. After working so long, I ended up dressing for someone else.

Shemu opened the scroll in his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time before looking up at Liu Qinghuan: “Why are you looking for this painting? ”

Liu Qinghuan's mouth moved and was about to say something. “Don't lie," he said. ”

Liu Qinghuan: “...”

She sighed and sat down directly beside the bed: "I'm just a profitable liar, looking for this painting for money, of course. ”

Shemu's eyes moved, "This painting is valuable, but someone has to buy it. ”

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him and smiled: “Master Hou, don't make fun of me. I know the treasure is hidden in this painting. ”

“Treasure?” Xue Mumei picked it out and sat down next to Liu Qinghuan. Liu Qinghuan moved uncomfortably to the side and said: “I heard that as long as the four paintings of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter are collected, a treasure map can appear. ”

Shemu stunned for a moment, then shook her shoulder and smiled softly. Liu Qinghuan looked at his smiling face and couldn't help but wrinkle: “If the treasure wasn't really hidden, why were you and Tang Zibo and Ayers looking for it? ”

Shemu laughed for a moment and stopped to ask her, "Where did you hear about this? ”

Liu Qing cheered his lips: “This is about my job to eat, can I not say it? ”

Shemu thought with a smile, "Yes, but I have something to tell you. ”

“What?” Liu Qing winked curiously.

"When the Emperor was in office, there was a prime minister named Wenwei, who embezzled the law and filled it with selfishness. The number of corruptions was huge and shocked. The Emperor sent a royal stadium to investigate the matter. The corrupt case of Wenwei was conclusive, but at the time of the house raid, the property was far less than its amount of corruption, and Wenwei feared for himself before the house raid. ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows moved and heard Xue Mu continue to say: “The royal history continues to pursue this matter, but at the same time, the father's brother, His Royal Highness, is also pursuing the whereabouts of his possessions. Finally, Miyashi first found the clue, but the Wolf Wolf's ambition, Miyashi knew he could not escape, so before Miyashi found him, a fire burned out all the clues, and he himself was buried in the fire. There were only four paintings left. ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows moved: “These four paintings are not Ding Mao's" Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter "? ”

“Exactly. He had secretly sent four paintings to the Emperor, but the wind still leaked. The four paintings could not be sent into the palace, and the person who sent the paintings died on the way. ”

“The painting was taken by King Yong? ”

“No, the man who sent the painting, though dead, did not find four paintings on him, and it should be the man who managed to hide them. But then the four paintings went out, spinning around, and I didn't know who owned them. The Emperor killed 78 people in the Imperial Palace in one breath. None of them were spared. After the first emperor learned about this, Longyan was furious and helpless. Without the evidence of Lord Yong Wang, he could only see that he was at large. ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows hung together: “There is such a vile man in the world! What is he trying to do? ”

Shemu's eyes sank and he whispered: "Naturally, it is recruitment to buy horses and plot to usurp the throne. ”

Liu Qinghuan felt his knee softened a little.

She relieved herself and looked at Shemu smiling harmlessly: “Since it is corrupt, of course it should be returned to the treasury. Don't worry, Master Hou, I will never beat the idea of the treasures haha. ”

Shemu smiled at her and gave her a goose bump: “Better be. Unfortunately, the whereabouts of the painting could not be traced when the first emperor was alive. After the fall of the first emperor, the emperor reduced the king to King Lingnan, but still failed to defeat his ambition. ”

Liu Qinghuan thought about it and asked: "Did you paint this poem on Wing Mei? ”

Shemu nodded.

“The clue is hidden in the poem? ”

Shemu sighed for a moment, "Not all of it.” He got up and put the painting on the table, poured some cool water into the cup, and slowly poured the water into the painting.

Then a miracle appeared.

Liu Qinghuan gazed at the white jade on the painting and disappeared, while a bunch of ghost paintings were becoming clearer and clearer. She carefully identified that the ghost painter should be a map, but the handwriting was too simple and scratchy, and should have been painted by the painter in a hurry.

"In addition to his hobby for painting, Ding Mao preferred to study ink for painting," said Shemu. He studied two of the most amazing inks in his life, one of which was visible and the other hidden, although both had been lost after his immortal death. ”

Liu Qinghuan seems to understand a little: “Ding Mao's" Spring Summer Autumn Winter "four paintings are painted with ink hidden by encountering water, while the one used in the royal history is ink shown by encountering water? ”

“Yes, this ink has to work with special paper. And both of these things, only Ding Mao has learned to have. Miyashi was a painter. He appreciated Ding Mao's talent, so he bought all four of his" Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter "paintings. Unfortunately, he never changed Ding Mao's fate. But it was also because of his appreciation that Ding Mao Xuexue gave him ink that appeared when he encountered water. ”

Liu Qinghuan thought the story was better than the play she had heard in the temple. She digested it for a while before she said: “What's the point of that poem? ”

"" Eggs can't be in the same basket, "said Shemu. Wenwei was a cautious man, hiding his corrupt possessions in two places, and this poem by Wing Mei was a reminder that the other half of the map was hidden in the painting Zhu Sha Mei Dong. ”

Liu Qinghuan looked at him with his big eyes open for a while and wondered, "Master, are you kidding me?” How can you listen to this story? It's fantastic.

Shemu Shallow smiled: "How do you think I made it up? ”

Liu Qing praised: “It was very exciting. ”

After a moment of silence, Liu Qing cheerfully asked: "Master, why are you telling me this?” As the saying goes, the more you know, the faster you die.

Shemu laughed. “It's nothing. Just talk. ”

Liu Qinghuan: “...”

Shemu put the scroll in his hand and looked at Liu Qinghuan's face: “Your face is...”

“Human leather mask.” Speaking of my pride, Liu Qinghuan is still a little proud, “If you don't like this one, I can change it. ”

Shemu looked at it for a while and said, "No, I like it. ”

Liu Qinghuan was somewhat embarrassed. Shemu smiled a little and stood up from the bed. As he was about to leave the room, Liu Qinghuan cried out behind him: "Master Hou, what was the name of the royal history you mentioned? ”

Shemu turned around and looked at her. “His name is Liu Zhengqing. ”

Liu Zhengqing.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes sparkled. He answered the voice and then lost his voice. Shemu looked at her again before walking out of the room.

While he was out, Twisted Tongue was still in the yard. Shemu grabbed the painting and walked up to Twisted Tongue. “I'm going into the palace to help me keep an eye on people.” Take two steps and turn back uncomfortably, "she might try to escape in the near future, so watch out. ”

“Got it, Grandpa. ”

Liu Qinghuan looked at Shemu from the window and walked back to the bed and turned over a rolled blank sheet of paper. The grass on the blank paper drew a map exactly like the one Shermou had just shown her.

Liu Qinghuan's mouth unwittingly raised a smile, she had already said that the most annoying thing in her life was loss.

Carefully re-hide the map that had long been developed. Liu Qinghuan fell into bed and was ready to sleep to calm the shock he had suffered today.

By the time Shemu entered the palace and returned, he had lost the copy of "White Yulan Chun". It was getting late, and he went to the main room to take a look before returning to Lotus. A lot of running around today, he also felt a little tired, lying in bed early.

In a trance, I thought I saw the year again.

Twenty-nine years ago, that winter seemed particularly cold, at least Shermou thought so.

Suddenly, even his small group alienated him from his sick mother.

It was snowy and he did not know how long he had been standing in front of the Waterhouse.

The servants of the Samurai Mansion go in and out, but only that sentence goes back and forth.

“Miss San doesn't want to see you. ”

She must blame herself for not honoring her promise. Why don't you take her to Chang 'an? He kept explaining that the answers were consistent, as they were repeated in triplicate.

The snow is getting bigger and thinner and thinner on his shoulders. Once again, the door to Samurai opened, and he shouted the name of the small group with joy, but only Mrs. Liu came out to persuade him to hurry home.

The 13-year-old stubbornly refused to leave, while the other came out from behind Mrs. Liu. He smiled at himself and walked up: “Qinghuan doesn't want to see you. ”

This is not the first time Shemu has seen Tang Zibo, but it is the first time he has felt so disgusted with his face.

I hated it when he couldn't help but go up and punch him.

But when he saw Yong Wang standing next to Tang Zibo, he always dismissed the idea.

When Shemu returned, he had a burn all night and almost died.

He burned confused, but knew someone was holding his hand all the time.

When you wake up, you see eternal happiness. His eyes circled in their gripping hands and slowly closed.

After the illness, he fought his kung fu and secretly overturned the walls of the Waterhouse several times. On several occasions, he saw his small group and Tang Zibo together.

Then one time he finally had to go up and catch the little group, but she just had a cold face and seemed reluctant to even look at him.

Shemu opened his eyes violently.

He frowned and sat up from the bed.

Dreaming again, he was least willing to recall something.