Chapter 24 The painting was discovered

The person on the bed seemed to hear it, and he didn't dodge anymore anyway, and he didn't snort anymore. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the silver needles pierced more and more, the brows of the person on the bed became more and more wrinkled, because it hurt more and more!

After three rounds of needles, it just pierced the calf, not only the patient was sweating profusely, but Gu Ruxuan was also sweating like rain!

I'm so tired! If it weren't for Qiu Mingfu's stubborn tenacity of not admitting defeat, she wouldn't have said anything to save her!

However, judging from the tenacity of this girl who has never snorted in pain until now, she really deserves to be a brother and sister, and she was not saved in vain.

After the last round of needles, the little girl on the bed was already in pain and her mouth was full of blood, if Gu Ruxuan hadn't taken advantage of the needle stop and stuffed her with a handkerchief, I was afraid that the whole lower lip would have been bitten off by her.

Qiu Mingfu and Chunzhu, who were waiting outside, only occasionally heard one or two muffled snorts, and they couldn't imagine what kind of life-and-death game was going on in the house.

Gu Ruxuan shouted out of the door with all her might, but her voice was like a mosquito: "Come in!" No more medicine. ”

There was no way to pay attention to whether the people outside the door heard it or not, and in the next moment, Gu Ruxuan was already overburned and fainted.

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In Jixian Academy, the sound of books was loud, and after the students finished reading the last circle, Mr. Teaching took the ring ruler, walked back to the bookcase, closed the book, and finally announced the end of school.

A small man looked hurried, and quickly walked up to a scholar who was chatting with a classmate friend next to him, interrupting the scholar's hearty laughter: "Young master! ”

The scholar's bright smile froze on his face, and he looked stunned: "Grandpa called me back?"

Looking at the little girl with anxious eyes and nodding, the scholar finally changed color completely, and asked anxiously, "What's going on at home?"

The academy is some distance away from home, and in order to concentrate on his studies, he usually does not return home at noon, and the same is true for most of his classmates in the academy.

Unless it is particularly urgent, the family usually does not call him back at noon.

Now, send a little guy to call him back, right?

He jerked to his feet, and the scroll was smashed to the ground.

It's grandpa...... What's wrong?

Although grandpa has always been physically tough, he ......

"No, no! everything is fine in the house, and the master's health is also very good!" Seeing that his young master had misunderstood, the little girl waved his hand again and again to clarify: "That's it...... Master, I'm very angry. Let...... Young master, go back immediately!"

The scholar's expression was soothing, isn't it!

Other things are not a big deal, and then frowned...... Grandpa is angry?

Then they came and called him back, didn't he...... Is he the one who makes grandpa so angry?

The scholar was cleaning up his things while rummaging through things in his heart, what trouble had he caused recently?

Another scholar picked up the scrolls scattered on the ground one by one, restacked them, and looked at his friend with a slightly worried expression: "Brother Shun?"

"Brother Zhiqian, it seems that I can't accompany you to Piaoxiang Restaurant at noon!" Zhao Shunzhi said with a smile.

Brother Shun laughed, naturally it was a family matter. Gu Jingqiu saw that he could still talk and laugh, and put his mind at ease, it seemed that it should not be a serious matter.

In Zhao's house, in the study, an old man stood in front of the long bookcase, leaning over to carefully study a painting spread out on the case.

I saw the old man lying on the desk, gently stroking the scroll with both hands, his shining eyes glued to the painting, his expression was sometimes shocked and sometimes surprised, sometimes amazed and sometimes admired, sometimes contemplative and sometimes admired, it was really colorful.

"Knock knock!" There was a slight knock at the door: "Master, Young Master Yi is back." ”

The old man looked down, sat upright in the chair, his face was slightly gloomy, and he put himself in a posture, and then he said, "Let him in!"

Zhao Yi, whose name is Shunzhi, pushed the door in, his steps were steady, his expression was respectful, and he leaned over and saluted: "Say hello to grandpa." I don't know what happened when grandpa called his grandson back?"

"Yi'er!" the old man's voice was deep and his face was heavy: "You asked me a few days ago for a picture of a heavy mountain and a smoke tree and said that you want to observe and study, this painting has been put on hold with you for a few months, what have you learned?"

Zhao Yi was stunned, it was impossible for his grandfather to call him back in a hurry just to ask him this question, did he know that he had borrowed the painting?

No, it's impossible to be so angry knowing that it's borrowed, is it that the painting is damaged?

But he took a closer look, and there was no problem, Brother Zhiqian was also a person who cherished paintings, otherwise he would not have been able to borrow it.

No matter how many times his heart turned, he replied quickly and seriously: "Skillful workmanship, pen like a god, and immersive viewing, worthy of being the ink treasure of a long-term layman!" The grandson admires it very much, and only hopes that one day he can get half of its essence, and the grandson will have no regrets in his life!"

After a pause, Zhao Yi suddenly remembered something and said calmly: "My grandson has a friend who loves painting, and he has a good talent for painting, and he has been fascinated by the smoke tree for a long time, and his grandson has been lending him a few days without his grandfather's permission, grandpa won't mind, right?"

"Oh, which classmate?" asked the old man, seeming to be interested in his classmate.

"It's the four young people of the Gu Mansion, Gu Jingqiu. Zhao Yi replied, but he was a little suspicious in his heart, it was impossible for his grandfather to suddenly be interested in one of his classmates, could it really be that there was something wrong with painting?

"Is it him?" the old man seemed to think about it for a while, and then secretly shook his head in denial.

The Gu Mansion doesn't have a painting saint that can compete with Brother Chang Yu, but then again, there are few people in the whole world who can match Brother Chang Yu.

So who is it?

The old man beckoned to Zhao Yi and said, "Yi'er, come here, take a closer look at this painting, what might you see again?"

Is there something wrong with the painting?

Zhao Yi's heart sank, and he stepped forward to carefully taste the painting, carefully turning it over and over, looking at it again and again, and there was no damage or impropriety.

He looked at the old man suspiciously: "Grandpa, grandson is stupid!"

"You are indeed stupid!" The old man's voice suddenly rose, his face was gloomy, and he trembled slightly, which showed that he was angry: "I asked you to look at this painting carefully, and you still can't see it, is this a fake?!"

Zhao Yi's body trembled, and he pounced on the bookcase, his body staggered, his hands trembled, and he muttered: "Impossible, impossible!"

"Brother Chang Yu once said that when he made this painting, the painting was a great victory, and he used rice wine to help the fun, and accidentally dripped the rice wine on the painting paper, and he made a mistake to draw the hazy and innocent beauty, and he didn't want to achieve this painting," the old man said slowly, pointing to the painting: "Although the front is not obvious, you can see the faint yellow wine stains from the back, you turn it over and see, can you?"

Zhao Yi carefully flipped it, from left to right, from top to bottom, and looked at it carefully,...... No, no, no!

How could it be?