It was all thanks to Zhu Shiji's mediation that the relationship between the two sides gradually eased, but Zhu Shiyang still refused to see Lu Wenyuan for the sake of face, and the daily recitals were sent to the palace by Fu Qian and Zhao Yongning in turn. Sometimes the cabinet affairs are so heavy that everyone can't get out, and Zhu Shiji is also happy to help him run twice, so he has nothing to do all day long.

On this day, Zhu Shiji came back with a bunch of high recitals. Zhu Shiyang was sitting on the couch drinking tea, and when he saw this, he breathed out from his nose: "You are really, a dignified prince, but you have become an errand for the cabinet, I don't know how I think I bullied you." ”

Zhu Shiji piled the chapter on the table next to the couch and patted the snow on his body: "It's not because the imperial brother refuses to see Lord Lu." If you let Lord Lu personally deliver it, won't the younger brother be idle?"

Zhu Shiyang snorted, noncommittal, and continued to bow his head and drink the tea in his hand.

Zhu Shiji sighed secretly, I really don't know when this lord and minister will finish the trouble. After hesitating for a moment, he still opened his mouth to persuade: "Brother Huang, don't blame Lord Lu, even if he is disobedient in his words, it is for the sake of the country's society." The minister has been walking in the cabinet these days, and he can see that Lord Lu is busy with political affairs every day in the morning and night, and everyone has lost a lot of weight, which is really loyal. ”

Zhu Shiyang sneered: "You don't help him talk, I don't like to listen." Even if he is busy with government affairs all day, he should be. With my monthly allowance of a few dozen taels, don't you still work?" he said, picking up the topmost book and flipping through it lazily.

Zhu Shiji saw that he was starting to read the recital, so it was inconvenient to say more, so he retreated to the outer hall to ask Gui Xi for tea. Guixi soon made tea, which was the best royal dragon well. Zhu Shiji took two sips, only to feel that his mouth was full of incense, and the chill on his body gradually dissipated, but he suddenly heard a "snap" sound in the inner hall, and it was about Zhu Shiyang who dropped the music in his hand.

Zhu Shiji hurriedly put down the teacup and went in to take a look, only to see that after a while, Zhu Shiyang's face completely changed, and he was twisting a pair of thick eyebrows, sitting on the couch and getting angry. Zhu Shiji hurriedly asked, "Brother Huang, what's wrong?"

Zhu Shiyang's chest fell together, and he threw a finger at Song Shu on the ground, and said hatefully: "It's not Lu Wenyuan! He has been talking about things during this time, no matter what the content is, he has to be involved in the disaster victims in Beijing in the end." Knowing that I was angry about this matter, I still have to mention it again and again, isn't this against me!"

Zhu Shiji smiled dryly: "Lord Lu just wants to ask the emperor to allocate funds for relief......"

Zhu Shiyang became more and more luminous, slapped the table and shouted: "Didn't I say a long time ago that I have no money! No, even if he has money, he won't give it to him, who told him to work against me!"

Zhu Shiji stubbornly said: "But even if the imperial brother can't get along with Lord Lu, he can't joke with the lives of the victims, the victims are all innocent." ”

Zhu Shiyang couldn't hear what he said, so he impatiently pushed the rest of the music in front of him, and said unhappily: "I don't look at it, take it and take it away!" He fell back angrily, looking out the window and sulking.

Gui Xi came in and carefully took away the song, and before leaving, he didn't forget to cast a worried look at Zhu Shiji. Zhu Shiji couldn't cry or laugh, only then did he know how difficult it was to persuade the monarch, in the past, he didn't think that he was talking nonsense with a hippie smile, but now that he is serious, he is lawless, and he is ashamed to accuse Lu Wenyuan of not being a good minister a few days ago. After thinking about it, Fang sat on the edge of the couch and said tentatively: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, why don't you accompany the imperial brother to do something else?"

Zhu Shiyang didn't look at him either, and said with his face to the window: "What's the matter?"

Zhu Shiji said: "The minister's subordinates went out of the palace a few days ago to do business, and they saw a painting of Guo Xi's "Tree Color Pingyuan Map" in an antique shop in the east of the city, but I don't know if it's true or not. The minister has always wanted to go and see it in person, and the imperial brother is not in a good mood today, so it is better to go out with the younger brother to relax, and help the younger brother to work on the staff. ”

Zhu Shiyang has always been very interested in Song Dynasty landscape paintings, and when he heard this, he really regained a little energy, turned his head and said: "Is it Guo Xi's painting? Among the painters of the Song Dynasty, he is my favorite. ”

Zhu Shiji said with a smile: "Then the imperial brother is not in a hurry, if he goes late, it will be a great pity to be robbed by others?"

Zhu Shiyang was also reasonable, and immediately turned over from the couch, called Gui Xilai and instructed: "You quickly go to the treasury to get a few sets of regular clothes, I and King Kangping are going to go out of the palace." Remember, don't sue anyone about this matter, not even Lu Wenyuan. ”

Gui Xi hesitated and refused to go, and only muttered in place: "The emperor should inform the previous dynasty when he leaves the palace, if he leaves like this, the slave and maid may not be able to afford it." ”

Zhu Shiyang frowned and sighed: "Why are you so useless, if someone asks, you will say that I am asleep, and no one will see you." I will only go out for a while, and I will come back before the palace gate is under the key, and I am not allowed to inform the previous dynasty. ”

Gui Xi was still a little worried, but the emperor had already spoken, so he had to do so, and went to the treasury to take a few sets of simple regular clothes and put them on Zhu Shiyang and Zhu Shiji. The two of them finished dressing up, looked at each other, and were very satisfied. Just in case, another team of brocade guards was transferred, and they also changed into the clothes of the common people, and secretly followed the escort. As soon as Qiē was about to stop, the group copied the path of the palace and sneaked out of the palace.

It was noon, and although it had just snowed heavily, it was still bustling outside the Forbidden City, with people wearing thick cotton clothes and shoes and shuttling up and down the market. Snack sellers, teahouse sellers, candy makers, silk sellers, lookers, fortune tellers, entertainers, and tricksters are lined up on both sides of the street, and the shouts are loud.

Zhu Shiyang doesn't go out of the palace often, but now his excitement is beyond words, his curiosity is great, and he has to take a closer look at everything. The clothes around him are quite luxurious, although they are the most simple style in the palace, they still look dazzling among the common people in coarse cloth and short clothes, attracting countless shopkeepers and traders to greet him. Zhu Shiyang also did not refuse, he was dragged to eat for a while, and he was dragged to drink tea for a while, and when he was interested, he bargained with people, and he had already left the matter of going to the east of the city to see paintings behind. Although Zhu Shiji was anxious, he was reluctant to urge him when he saw that he was rarely happy, and by the time the group finally walked to the antique shop in the east of the city, half of the afternoon had passed.

The name of this antique shop is "Spring and Autumn Ruyi Pavilion", and it is also one of the best doors in the entire capital, and the boss is a gentle and kind middle-aged scribe, who has already greeted him at this moment, and said to the two: "Two sons, please inside." ”

Zhu Shiji hurriedly smiled and returned the salute, and Zhu Shiyang had already paced in by himself with his hands behind his back. I saw that this antique hall was huge, with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls on all sides, and several large tables in the center of the ground, which were full of antique treasures. As far as the eye can see, there are jade agate, wood carved porcelain, ancient ink and ancient inkstone, vermilion lacquer to appreciate the qin, and more trivial Ming utensils that people can't name. Zhu Shiyang was not very interested in the things dug up from these tombs, so he only paced slowly around the surrounding walls, looking up at the calligraphy and paintings on the walls. The shopkeeper had a clear eye, and he had already seen that these two people had extraordinary bearings, and he was afraid that he had a great background, so he was busy making good fragrant tea and placing it on the sandalwood table under the window for entertainment.

Zhu Shiji saw that the boss was polite and thoughtful, so he called him over and asked, "One of my subordinates saw a painting of Guo Xi's "Tree Color Pingyuan Map" in your store a few days ago, I don't know if there is still one now?" Zhu Shiyang heard him speak, and also came over with an interested face.

The boss thought about it for a long time, but he was not impressed. It is said that the treasures in this store, he has always known in his heart, and it is also the head of the way, such as a number of treasures, but he can't remember that there is a picture of Guo Xi's Pingyuan. The boss himself was a little flustered, for fear of missing these two prominent customers, so he quickly apologized and rummaged through the inner hall. Zhu Shiyang and Zhu Shiji sat at the table drinking tea and waiting.

The shopkeeper couldn't find it for a long time, but he was afraid that the two would be impatient to wait for a long time, so he first turned back to delay the army, and said apologetically: "Two sons, I'm really sorry, the small shop has a lot of goods, and I can't figure it out for a while." I called the guy in charge of the register to ask him that all the goods in the shop had passed from him, and maybe he would be impressed. ”

Zhu Shiyang was already impatient, and frowned and said, "Then call him over quickly." I can't remember what you have in your store, what kind of business are you doing. ”

The shopkeeper was careful, hurriedly summoned the guy, and asked, "Do you know that there is a picture of Guo Xi's "Tree Color Pingyuan Map" in the store?"

The guy was a hairy boy with straight eyebrows, and he rolled his eyes and thought about it for a while, before he replied loudly: "Guo Xi's Pingyuan map is not available, but there are a few scrap manuscripts copied by Pei Yuanzhi, a famous man in this dynasty." What? The two sons want?"

His voice was also a little louder, there were not only Zhu Shiyang and Zhu Shiji in the store, but when the other customers heard this, they just laughed as nouveau riche who didn't know anything.

Zhu Shiyang was very annoyed, and he was about to get angry when he slapped the table, but at the last moment, he remembered that he was out of the palace in a micro-suit, and it was inconvenient to reveal his identity, so he had to bear it. Zhu Shiji also blushed, and hurriedly picked up the teacup to cover up. Seeing that the situation was not good, the shopkeeper hurriedly shouted away from the guy who couldn't speak, and relieved the two of them: "Although the small shop does not have the painting that Gongzi wants, there is a picture of Li Cheng's "Cold Forest Plain". Guo Xi's landscape brushwork has always been taught by Li Cheng, and the two have a lot in common, I wonder if the two sons can take a look at it?"

Zhu Shiyang said with a gloomy face, and Zhu Shiji nodded and agreed. Take a look at the painting, sure enough, the gesture is thin and hard, the spirit is full, and the wind and bones are fully revealed, which is a rare authentic work. To know that Li Cheng's works are fake, Mi Fu of the same era has seen Li Cheng's paintings 300 copies, but there are only two copies of the real works, in order to make "no Li theory", it can be seen that its true works are precious. Zhu Shiji only said that this painting was unavoidable, and he did not bargain, so he hurriedly bought it.

The two men walked out into the street again, and the sun was already setting in the west. Zhu Shiyang was still depressed, and Zhu Shiji comforted him and said: "Although the imperial brother didn't buy Guo Xi's Pingyuan map, he got Li Cheng's Pingyuan map by mistake, which can be regarded as a good thing, so don't be depressed." ”

Zhu Shiyang's heart was still angry, his steps were big and fast, and he turned his head and said hatefully: "Is that subordinate of yours blind, I can't distinguish between the real work and the waste manuscript, which makes me ugly in front of so many people." ”

Zhu Shiji originally thought that he was depressed because he didn't buy a painting, but he didn't expect that he cared more about face, so he hurriedly said carefully: "Yes, yes, the minister's subordinates are clumsy, and when the minister goes back, he will have his eyes gouged out and thrown into the pigsty to feed the dogs." ”

Zhu Shiyang snorted, only then did he lose his breath a little and walked forward slowly.

"Spring and Autumn Ruyi Pavilion" is close to the suburbs of the city, Zhu Shiyang only cared about being angry when he went out, did not look at the road, walked around, and found that the direction was wrong, and he had arrived under the city gate in the east of the city. Zhu Shiji saw that it was not too late, and thought that Zhu Shiyang was in a bad mood, so he asked yì to go outside the city to see the snow scene and relax. Zhu Shiyang has a childlike nature, as long as he has to play, he has always refused to come, so he agreed to come down immediately, and regardless of whether he could go back before the palace gate was locked, he led the group out of the city.

The scene outside the city is much more desolate than inside the city, the snow is full of snow and has not been trampled on by pedestrians, as if it is jade and ice, crystal full. On the gentle slopes on both sides, clusters of dead tree branches are slanted, stretching out the winter sky. Farther beyond the horizon, a red sun was slowly falling, like blood clouds all around, setting off a majestic and magnificent scene.

Zhu Shiyang looked at it stupidly for a while, but his eyes inadvertently caught a bulging snow bag on the side of the road. The snow bag took on a strange shape, obviously there was something buried in it, Zhu Shiyang was curious for a while, and sent a brocade guard to check, and at a glance, it was actually a dead corpse.

Zhu Shiyang stepped forward to take a look, only to see that the corpse was a middle-aged man, dressed in rags, skinny, and with a blue complexion, obviously dying of cold and starvation. The most terrifying thing is that he still stared at the eyes that were prominent because he was too thin until he died, and the two eyes had already frozen dry and white, but he was still staring at Zhu Shiyang's direction.

Zhu Shiyang couldn't help but take a step back, thinking that it was now dusk, the sky was getting darker, and he felt a little chilly, frowning and asking, "What's going on?"