"Living in the Kou Shangshu Mansion—" Qiao Zhao muttered. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She really didn't guess wrong, if her eldest brother entered Beijing, he would definitely go to find her grandfather.

I don't know if the eldest brother has already received the news of her death at this time.

"Today, Kou Shangshu asked for a thorough investigation into whether the fire in Qiao's house was a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, and the Holy Lord has appointed a messenger to Jiafeng to investigate." Seeing that her daughter listened carefully, Li Guang Boon Lele talked more.

"Which lord has been appointed as a messenger?" Qiao Zhao blurted out.

Li Guangwen said with a smile: "It's your eldest uncle in Dongfu." ”

A layer of goosebumps instantly appeared on Qiao Zhao's arm.

It is reasonable for the emperor to appoint an official of the Criminal Department as the minister of the Qin Dispatch to investigate the fire in Qiao's house, and the eldest uncle of Dongfu, Li Guangyan, is currently the squire of the Criminal Department, who is the subordinate of his maternal grandfather.

She has changed from Qiao's daughter to Li's daughter, and now her relatives are responsible for investigating the affairs of her predecessor, such a coincidence can only be said to have its own providence in the dark.

"Zhaozhao, why are you crying?" After Li Guangwen finished speaking, he was stunned to find that there were tears flashing in the eyes of the second daughter.

Qiao Zhao couldn't tell the reason, so he had to say: "Father said it well, I was moved." ”

Li Guangwen's heart trembled.

I was moved like this, it turned out that the second daughter's requirements were so low!

He was suddenly a little ashamed of his cold treatment of his second daughter over the years, so he almost patted his chest and promised: "Zhao Zhao still wants to hear stories in the future, so he will come to find his father." ”

Qiao Zhao's eyes lit up, and his voice was naturally delicate: "Great, thank you father!" ”

When Li Guangwen walked out with the inkstone fluttering, he couldn't help but wonder: I really didn't expect that he still has a talent for storytelling!

After the house was quiet, Qiao Zhao raised his feet and went to the west room.

The west room is arranged into a study, the four treasures of the study are readily available, and there is a guqin in the window, which has fallen dust.

She picked up a stack of paper placed on the bookcase, the handwriting on the paper was delicate and straight, exceptionally clean and beautiful, and it was just a part of the Buddhist scriptures that she had copied.

Qiao Zhao glanced at it and instructed Ah Zhu: "Go and get a brazier." ”

Binglu said quickly: "Girl, Ah Zhu just came, where do you know where the brazier is, let's go and get it." ”

Seeing the master nodding, Binglu glanced at Azhu, and went out happily.

Qiao Zhao didn't care.

Where there are people, there is strife, and as long as the necessary bottom line is kept, it will not hurt.

After a while, Binglu brought a brazier over and said with a smile: "It was put away by Frost Red before, and I almost forgot where to put it." ”

Azhu went to the east silently, and came back with a candlestick.

Ice Green pouted: "What are you doing with this in broad daylight?" ”

Ah Zhu looked honest: "The girl needs it." ”

"Girl-" Binglu turned her head to look at Qiao Zhao.

Qiao Zhao was quite surprised by Ah Zhu's carefulness, and said with a smile: "I really need it." ”

It's spring at this time, and she uses a brazier, so she must need a candle flame.

When Binglu heard this, he glared at Ah Zhu vigilantly.

This foreign heart has a lot of eyes, it's really annoying!

Ah Zhu calmly looked away.

Qiao Zhao lit the candle and put the stack of paper on the tongue of fire.

Binglu was shocked and rushed to the rescue: "Oh, girl, what are you doing here?" ”

However, the tongue of fire was too powerful, and a stack of paper burned in an instant, and Qiao Zhao threw it into the brazier casually, and it quickly burned to ashes.

Binglu was distressed: "Girl, why did you burn the Buddhist scriptures that you had so hard to copy?" ”

"Not satisfied with the writing." Qiao Zhao explained gently.

Ice Green's eyes widened in disbelief: "This is not satisfied? Girl, the maid thinks you write very well. ”

She thought for a moment and said, "It's better than the master's words!" ”

"It's not enough to look good." Qiao Zhao coldly saw that there were no sparks in the brazier, only a pile of ashes remained, and then he instructed the two maids, "You guys clean up and go out, I'll copy a few Buddhist scriptures here." ”

"Yes."

The two maids cleaned up the study and withdrew, Qiao Zhao laid out the paper and grinded, and after a while, he picked up the pen and wrote.

The chic and elegant words are like dazzling flowers, blooming in turn under her pen, which is a completely different font from the Buddhist scriptures that were burned before.

I don't know how long it took, Qiao Zhao put down the pen, his eyes fell on the paper, and his expression was stunned.

This is very similar to her grandfather's words, so that no matter what obstacles are in the way, she will definitely see the eldest princess as she wishes.

The street is noisy, but the private room of the Wufu Tea House facing the street is very clean.

Chi Can ordered a pot of tea, sat by the window, and poured himself a drink.

After a while, footsteps sounded in the corridor, and after a while, Yang Houcheng pushed the door in, sat down opposite Chi Can with a big grin, reached out and picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, and poured it down.

"Cow drink!" Ji Chan scoffed.

Yang Houcheng didn't care at all, put the teacup down, and sighed: "I didn't catch the guy surnamed Shao, he went out early this morning." ”

Chi Can was not happy when he heard it, and said with a stiff face: "It's really a noble person." ”

Yang Houcheng snickered in his heart, he didn't make an appointment with him, and he was angry.

didn't want to see his friend get mad, so he hurriedly explained: "No, I asked the people of the Hou Mansion and said that he was going to pick up his deceased wife's coffin, and it would take a few days to go back." Hmph, just leave, I don't know how to send us a message! ”

"Hmm...... That's the right thing to do. Ji Can listened to the reason and said awkwardly.

"yes, I thought so too. By the way, why don't you see Zizhe? ”

Ji Can smiled when he mentioned this: "Today is his sister's birthday, and he wants to stay in the mansion to entertain his cousins." ”

When Yang Houcheng heard this, he squeezed his eyes: "I think it's a cousin." ”

The three of them have been friends since childhood, of course they know Zhu Wugongzi's troubles, and the cousin in Guchangbo's Mansion has been pestering Zhu Yan tightly.

Thinking of Zhu Yan's situation at the moment, the two friends had no sympathy, drank tea and chatted for a while before dispersing.

As soon as Chi Can returned to the mansion of the eldest princess of Changrong, the little maid Taosheng said: "Son, Aunt Dong Yu has spread the word that the eldest princess invites you to go to the study." ”

"Got it."

Ji Can changed into homely clothes, and then went to the study unhurriedly.

"What does a mother call her son?" After he finished speaking, his gaze moved down and fell on the painting spread out on the bookcase in front of the eldest princess.

The eldest princess stretched out her finger and lightly tapped the painting in front of her.

Her fingers were slender and full, painted with bright red danko, which shook Chi Can's heart.

The eldest princess Changrong's eyes slowly fell on her son's face, and she took in his desperate look, but smiled happily: "Can'er, it turns out that you didn't lie that day, and this painting was really copied by someone." ”

Ji Chan looked surprised.

He said that day with anger, and his mother obviously did not believe it, and why today?

The eldest princess of Changrong tapped the scroll with her fingers: "It's the paper on which the painting is made." ”

Ji Can instantly understood.

Yes, the duck play picture is Mr. Qiao's early work, if it is genuine, no matter how much the collector cherishes the paper, it will not be so new.

The eldest princess spoke again: "I'm curious, who is copying this painting?" ”