Thinking that someone was staying in the garden, Xia Su was thinking about what to do next, but the two walked out and locked the garden door. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The girl couldn't see the man in black who was as light as the wind, and Xia Su was just a little bit early.

So, the accident is really too small to mention.

But the lights in the garden were extravagant and wasteful, which made her very troubled.

No matter how good the light work is, it will still show traces under the bright light, and Zhao Zishuo is not Zhao Qinghe, the residence of this eldest son and grandson, the garden is big, the cloister is stacked, and the bridge and lotus pond are probably ready to start a family and start a business, just because he has not yet married and is concentrating on studying, he doesn't like to let too many people go.

Xia Su looked down from the rooftop, the first time she came in here, it was not easy to see the light, although Aunt Tai had made a lot of housekeepers' daughters-in-law and mothers-in-law with her medical skills, and it was a piece of cake to inquire about the number and distribution of servants in Shuojin Garden, but it was so bright that there was nowhere to hide, which made her feel empty.

Grabbed the cloth strip with both hands, and the weakness of his heart did not affect Xia Su's determination, so he picked up a few stones and went to the bright light, and at the same time borrowed the sparse flowers, trees, mountains and stones to quickly pass through the corridor.

The crackling sound of the stones, which was like a light shadow of the wind, was like a strange bird passing by under the illumination of the bright light, and it was indeed difficult to hide the traces.

Fortunately, there was no voice, but a few early autumn chrysanthemums were alarmed, and they shook themselves without wind.

Xia Su exhaled slowly, and after confirming that there was no one, he no longer had any scruples, and walked the main road from the inner garden, regardless of light and dark, and went straight to Zhao Zishuo's small building.

The library cabinet, reading room, and hospitality hall are on the first floor, while the living room is on the second floor.

She pushed the door open and entered the living room, where a row of glass lamps from the eaves made the room appear to be lightless.

The eyes are full of books, a room of ink, said to be a living room, but more like a study, there are two large desks, one of which is stacked with a handful of paper for writing.

Prodigies also need to work hard?

Smoothly entering this room made Xia Su feel free and smile.

Immediately, she bypassed the mahogany partition and entered the inner room, smiling even deeper.

A bed, a table and a couch, the pine, bamboo and plum on the Eight Immortals case are "Three Friends of the Cold Year".

Xia Su jumped on the Eight Immortals case, took the painting off the table, untied the burden on his body, and found a fist-sized glass lamp from a pile of bits and pieces, lit it and covered it with a small porcelain screen.

The faint light is cold and green, and only goes forward, and the brightness can also be adjusted, and the smoky taste is very light, like the fragrance of book ink.

This lamp came from overseas, it was more expensive than gold, and the lamp oil could not be bought with money, and it was the only relic of her mother that she took away when she left home.

Because it is too precious, Xia Su is also economical to use, and it will be extinguished after taking it once.

The problem is that these clear brushstrokes lack some unique aura, and if you are not familiar with Zhao Mengjian's paintings, it is not easy to identify.

However, Xia Su has other ways to learn from it.

She rubbed her cold hands until she felt her fingertips reach their best sharpness, then reached out to the paper, closed her eyes, and touched the painting with the middle finger of her index finger, sometimes like a bee flapping its wings, sometimes like a light feather brushing.

When I opened my eyes, I had determined that the paper was from the Southern Song Dynasty, not deliberately old, and the faded ink was not noticeable because it was well preserved, but it was still old.

There are no traces of cascading imitation under the lamp, and the full repair brushwork is not natural, which is indeed Zhao Mengjian's authentic handwriting.

Xia Su has studied painting since childhood, and she has a good understanding of the strengths and weaknesses of famous artists of all generations, not to mention that although she has never seen "Three Friends of the Cold Year", she has seen Zhao Mengjian's "Chunlan".

From "Chunlan", I immediately thought of that home, and I couldn't help but feel chills all over my body.

Although there are mountains of gold and silver, treasures and treasures, but also filthy and smelly, insidious and vicious, close to non-relatives, ruthless, a piece of dirty land.

I don't want to, I don't want to, Xia Su shook his head, picked up the measuring rope from the baggage, and recorded dozens of sizes one by one, took a small white gauze silk, spread it on the painting, marked it with chalk, and then sprinkled a layer of silver powder on the pine, bamboo and plum, covered with powder-absorbing paper, and swept off the silver powder......

So tirelessly, just to repeatedly expand the precise outline.

Finally, there is the seal.

There are two printed pieces, "Zigu" and "Yi Zhai", which are the characters and numbers of Zhao Mengjian.

Her calligraphy is not strong, and she can only use the perspective method to copy, but the paper painting is easy to concave, and she must master the strength and draw accurately.

It seems to be the simplest place, but the palms of the hands have been nervous and sweaty, and they are actually a little impetuous.

After drawing, it didn't feel good, Xia Su wiped his hands, and thought about whether to copy it again, but suddenly a black shadow slipped through the thin white cotton paper in the side window.

Suddenly, there was laughter and the sound of people came into his ears, and Xia Su realized that he had been delayed for too long, and the house had already dispersed, and Zhao Zishuo and they were back.

Hanging the painting back, she put her things away, and she picked up her baggage again and walked out.

The voice was still far away, and he felt flustered but not confused, but when he saw someone in front of the desk outside, he became shocked, and immediately put away one leg and wanted to kick back-

"Don't bump into the owner's treasure collection on the shelf, or it will be difficult to clean up." The man was flipping through a book in his hand, although his back was to Xia Su, and through the light of the cotton paper, he was bright and moving.

Xia Su recognized this set of clothes at a glance, not to mention, it was the first time he spent money to buy a man a cost.

"Zhao ......" Qinghe! She whispered and stopped her mouth in time, but she couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes.

Why, when, why is he here?!

Zhao Qinghe turned around and slowly fanned a Xue Tao note in his hand.

He is obviously a cold and hard look, he used to be stupid when he was a nymphomaniac, but now he laughs, but he is ruthless?

Xia Su missed Zhao Qinghe's eyes in the blink of an eye.

In those eyes, it was actually not cold, but it was a smile in the eyes, so it was a good time.

"Isn't Liang Jun leaving?"

She doesn't have the surname Liang! Xia Su's whole body was hairy, as if every pore could shoot arrows, one eye stared at the door, and one eye stared at Zhao Qinghe, it was estimated that the odds were not enough, and his legs were a little weak.

She must be faster than him, and she must not underestimate him.

In the past, he was able to handle this brute force, and now he has a brain.

As for how many tricks to open, it is very unfathomable.

"Liang Jun doesn't have to stare at me like that, it's creepy."

What he admires her is that she is so timid, but she does such a bold thing, she is obviously scared to death at this time, and she has a spirit that is not as good as being humiliated.

"As you can see, I am not the owner of this house, and I am as uninvited as you are. So I'll talk to you, I won't tell you about what you've been here, and you'll never see me. How is it? ”

Xia Su thought to himself, yes, Zhao Qinghe and Zhao Zishuo are not familiar with each other, so they ran into other people's bedrooms and rummaged around, isn't there an ulterior secret?

To be honest, she was dressed like a thief, but in fact, she was just coming to see the paintings, but it was Zhao Qinghe, well-dressed, who broke in silently and rummaged around on Zhao Zishuo's desk, which was really sneaky.

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