King Chun naturally won't find Master Zhang. After the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info appeared on the carriage, Mr. Zhang changed his clothes on the carriage and went out of the city without stopping.

At that time, Shen San had only arrived at the palace, how could they find it. After that, he sent someone out of Beijing to chase after him, but unfortunately, who knows which direction Lord Zhang is going?

Wei Jingtian carried a scroll painting and came to the Yanping Marquis Mansion, feeling very proud.

King Chun, it's time to vomit blood.

That's right, it was night, King Chun spat blood again, but he still didn't dare to find the imperial doctor, that kind of grievance, Shen San was undoubtedly angry.

Seeing Yan Pinghou, Wei Jingtian directly revealed his intentions: "I want to go to the Ministry of Industry to see those armor weapons, but I can't fool people." ”

Yan Pinghou sulked, was he a black-hearted businessman who profited from the lives of frontier soldiers?

Just look at it, I'm afraid that she won't succeed.

"Okay, I'll take you."

"Wait," Wei Jingtian raised the picture scroll in his hand: "I'll find Han Shizi first and send a big wedding gift." ”

Yan Pinghou inexplicably thought of the concubine gift she gave last time, a statue of Guanyin, a new porcelain. What is it for this time? Oh, the painting, I guess it's the kind of dozen or two in the shop.

made people call Han Qian.

Han Qian was surprised: "You really sent it?" ”

"Of course, open it up, do you like it? I've been looking over it for a long time, and I think this might be more appropriate. ”

Han Qian smiled: "If you have a heart, you can send anything." ”

Yan Pinghou has a toothache and lungs, and with this face, your brain was eaten by a dog, right?

Han Qian took it, put the painting on the desk, turned the painting scroll lightly, and the picture slowly opened.

Wei Jingtian looked at him, the son was like jade, gentle and elegant, no wonder he could charm the little girl. If it was me in a previous life, I would appreciate it when I saw such a man.

It's a pity that Han Qian is like a rare flower, not the one she needs. From the moment she was reborn, Han Qian was destined to be spent in the moon mirror in the water with the name of her first love.

Nowadays, she doesn't like Mochizuki or raising flowers.

Her other half must have the ability to stand shoulder to shoulder with her in a free sky.

"I thought, I don't know when I will see each other again, and I may not see each other again in this life. It's useless for me to keep this thing, give it to Han Shizi, and remember my old friend. ”

Halfway through the unfolding of the picture, Han Qian's hand paused, looking up at her, his deep eyes couldn't see his emotions clearly.

It sounds a little melancholy.

His heart, somewhat... Hurt.

Wei Jingtian smiled at him, and after studying it carefully, Han Qian had not done anything wrong, and after all, he was his daughter's biological father, so she couldn't vent her anger on him. The past is like the wind that cannot be traced, and I hope to forget it from now on.

Han Qian was stunned, the familiar face, the bright smiling eyes, and the slightly hooked corners of his mouth were a little... Soft. She smiled softly and distantly, as if something was moving away from her.

"Xi'er..."

"Hehe, let Benhou see the good paintings of Lord Yu."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room had become weird, Yan Pinghou immediately stepped forward and laughed loudly, scolding Yu Jingtian in his heart, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, and send some broken paintings.

With a squeeze of his body, he staggered Han Qian back to his senses, and quickly unfolded the scroll himself, and praised loudly before he saw it clearly: "Good painting, good painting, the painting is extraordinary, the layout is reasonable, Lord Yu spent hundreds of silver-uh-"

Yan Pinghou was shocked, staring at the picture, his face was red and his neck was thick.

"This, this, this—Basho Xing? Really, really? ”

Han Qian was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly came up to take a closer look, looking at the paintings, looking at the paper, and looking at the seals.

"It's—the real thing."

"Authentic?!" Yan Pinghou raised his throat in disbelief.

Basho Xing is one of the most famous paintings of the great painter Gu Chun thousands of years ago. It is said that after he was demoted to southern Xinjiang, he had no ambitions in his chest, and his depression was about to end. Fortunately, I was able to see through the impermanence of life and make the first painting I made.

It was from this painting that Gu Chun created a new genre in the history of painting.

It's not hard to get, it's a thousand gold can't be found.

Yan Pinghou's mouth was dry, his hands did not dare to touch the picture, and asked Xiang Wei Jingtian: "Do you know that this painting is real?" Do you know what it's worth? ”

I haven't seen this painting, which is a big regret of the first emperor.

Yan Pinghou's hands trembled, if it was true, could he keep it? Nowadays, I don't like Gu Chun as much as the first emperor, and I should... Is that okay?

Wei Jingtian didn't care: "I don't understand this, but it's just that this painting is pleasing to the eye, yes, that, that, what, well, the feeling of a confidant, I stayed." ”

Yan Pinghou's eyelids twitched, confidant? What about a generation of painting masters and your confidant of the leader of the water bandits? The person you should enlighten him is the ancestor of your water bandits?

Han Qian nodded and said with a smile: "This banana line was made by Master Gu after seeing through the impermanence, implying his state of mind at that time, open-minded and comfortable like a light breeze. ”

"I see." Wei Jingtian suddenly, crossed Erlang's legs, supported one arm on his legs, and supported his chin: "No wonder I look good." In this line of work, we must also see through the gains and losses of life and death. No matter how much money you enter, you can afford to put it down. ”

Yan Pinghou: "..."

Han Qian nodded: "Lord Yu is also a free and easy person. ”

Yan Pinghou was powerless, and he never felt that his son who was out of the dust could still slap a horse like this.

"Dare to ask Lord Yu, where did you get this painting?"

It can't be what he thinks, right? Then he can't take it anymore, he has to ask who the main owner is. What if someone hears the wind and comes to them?

"Naturally, I earned it by working so hard." Wei Jingtian looked at Yan Pinghou very seriously.

Yan Pinghou has a toothache and knows that you work hard.

"The previous master was—"

Wei Jingtian waved his hand: "I don't remember, I'm not alive anyway." This thing definitely belongs to me, and now I give it to Han Shizi. What's the matter, Hou Ye doesn't want to stop you? ”

Someone died? Are you sure you're dead?

Yan Pinghou was inexplicably relieved, and he died early and was born early.

Han Qian stared at Wei Jingtian: "Qian, I wanted to see the true face of Basho Xing earlier. After a long period of inquiry, no one knew the whereabouts of this painting. I don't want to, but I got what I wanted from Lord Yu. Humility, must be cherished, cherished. ”

"Why are you so nervous, isn't it just a painting, just hang it and look at it."

Wei Jingtian really doesn't care, she is not a nymphomaniac, and she will never feel that painting is more important than human life.

Han Qian was stunned for a moment, and smiled gently: "It's me who is in love, and Qian will hang the study and look up to it every day." ”

Wei Jingtian was speechless: "Look at it every day, you don't feel like vomiting." ”

Han Qian looked at her and smiled: "How come?" ”

Wei Jingtian also looked at him, and said in his heart, this electric eye, in the previous life, must not make the little girls scream.

The atmosphere was weird again, Yan Pinghou had a headache, and hurriedly asked Wei Jingtian to go to the Ministry of Industry to see the military quartermaster together, and before leaving, he told Han Qian to be lighter, he must be light. and frequently made his eyes: This painting must not leak the rumors.

Wei Jingtian said "cherished".

Han Qian undoubtedly likes Jin Xi'er, such a beautiful and fragile relationship. Just because he only likes her when Jin Xi'er likes him, and he only has her in his eyes when Jin Xi'er is alive.

Soon, the fate between the two will be completely severed.

That painting, the right to compensate.

Besides, Basho's reputation is too big, so she didn't sell the stolen goods for so long. Giving away can also be a favor.

For example, the face of the Hou Ye in front of her was very different from when she first entered the door.

"Lord Yu, this is never perfunctory, take you to see it, and you will know that what I have prepared for your sailor camp is all excellent..."

Han Qian watched her walk away in a daze, never looking back. I went back to the study with the painting in my arms, and I held it like that and sat there until dusk fell.

I always feel empty. (To be continued.) )