Chapter 957: Savior

With Wang Xiang's current status, what he said was undoubtedly a tranquilizer, no one doubted what he said, he said that he would not hesitate to throw 100,000 yuan to help Ning Xiang redeem himself, even if Feng's mother did not agree, he still succeeded in the end.

After leaving from Ning Xiang, Wang Xiang immediately sent someone to investigate the whereabouts and identities of the two people, as well as what they said about Zhang Yuan, Xiaocui fled back to Chang'an but was arrested by Ergou and others, I am afraid they will not be able to get out of this matter, maybe they can get the news of Ergou from them.

Li Chengqian also knew about the appearance of the second dog, no one wanted to catch the second dog more than him, although after Wang Xiang's explanation, he no longer felt sorry for himself because of his leg injury, but this does not mean that he can forget this matter, no matter how indifferent he behaved, he still cared very much in his heart, he just hid this concern in his heart.

In addition to Li Er's order for the government to send people to hunt down, the prince's mansion also sent a large number of people to search for Ergou, and Li Chengqian's mood has not been very stable in the past few days.

As the nominal chief of the Prince's Mansion, Wang Xiang still has to appease Li Chengqian, and now he has completely gotten on Li Chengqian's ship, if he accidentally takes the old road of history, it will be really a cheat, so the psychological counseling of Li Chengqian is the top priority.

Because of Li Chengqian's special care, Wang Xiang does not need to be notified when he enters and exits the prince's mansion, but with Li Erci's waist card for walking in the palace, he can walk freely in the palace, and Wang Xiang doesn't think there is anything special about this treatment.

As soon as he walked into the prince's mansion, he heard Li Chengqian loudly reprimanding the guards in the mansion.

"It's a shame that you still claim to be the elite guards in the mansion, and the Marquis of Jiayuan has asked people to copy the sketches and portraits of the two dogs, and you can't even catch them, what's the use of asking you!"

The dogs who were scolded by Li Chengqian were bloody, and they couldn't say it, if the two dogs didn't go out of the city, then they would definitely have a way to get people out, but everyone went out of the city. Trying to catch someone again is no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

Hearing Li Chengqian mention himself, Wang Xiang shook his head and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is extraordinary today." ”

Li Chengqian turned his head when he heard this, and saw Wang Xiang standing not far away looking at him with a smile, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"I'm here."

All the guards were secretly relieved, as soon as Wang Xiang came, they escaped the catastrophe, and they would be reprimanded by Li Chengqian every day after searching for the past few days, but as long as Wang Xiang came, Li Chengqian couldn't care about reprimanding them. So they wish Wang Xiang stayed in the prince's mansion every day.

"Master Hou!"

All the guards saluted Wang Xiang in unison, and that look really made Wang Xiang a little unbearable.

Li Chengqian turned around and said coldly: "I'll spare you today, why don't you continue to look for it quickly!" ”

"Yes, yes."

After the guards retreated, Li Chengqian pulled Wang Xiang to the front hall and sat down, and said, "You are finally here, I am almost angry with them, and I can't even catch anyone." ”

Wang Xiang found that there was a portrait of Ergou on the low table in front of him, which was the sketch portrait that Li Er had people copy. After being copied by people, it is now only five or six points similar.

After Li Chengqian sat down, he picked up the portrait on the low table, stared straight at the portrait and looked at the half-pillar of incense for a long time without speaking, as if flames were about to burst out of his eyes and burn the portrait to ashes. Although this copied portrait is only five or six points similar to Ergou, Li Chengqian can never forget Ergou's hideous face, and the feeling of pain under the stick is still fresh in his memory, and the most unforgivable thing for him is that the injury on his leg can no longer be completely healed.

Wang Xiang shook his head and persuaded: "Actually, they can't be blamed for this matter, if Ergou intends to hide, how can it be so easy for the world to find someone who intends to hide." ”

"Is that all?" Li Chengqian was obviously unwilling to let go of Ergou like this.

Wang Xiang smiled: "Don't worry. He couldn't run after all. ”

Li Chengqian glanced at Wang Xiang suspiciously when he heard this: "Why are you so sure, didn't you just say that the world is so big that it is not easy to find someone who intends to hide." ”

"That's for people who are deliberately hiding. But the second dog......" Wang Xiang touched his smooth chin and smiled: "It hasn't been long since the smallpox incident has passed, and I believe that it won't be long before he can't help but run out, so we don't have to worry at all, people like him can't stand the temptation of a prosperous life at all." ”

Hearing Wang Xiang say this, Li Chengqian suddenly felt that it made sense, and he was not so anxious, and laughed: "It's good to have a new son." This king doesn't have to worry about anything, but I didn't expect Zixin to not only be good at poetry, but also to be able to praise Yan painters for his painting skills, if he relied on the wanted portraits painted by those painters in the government, I am afraid that Ergou would not be able to recognize them when he stood in front of them. This portrait painted by Zixin...... Resemble! ”

Wang Xiang hurriedly said a few words modestly, he was really embarrassed to be praised by Li Chengqian, he really had nothing to be proud of in terms of his half-baked sketching level, especially when he saw that the painters of the government could copy the sketch portraits he drew with a brush, he was even more embarrassed to show off, as long as these painters mastered the skills of sketching, I am afraid it would not take long to throw themselves out of a few streets.

After talking to Li Chengqian and making sure that there was no big problem with his psychology, Wang Xiang said goodbye and left, and he still had to go into the palace to learn from each other with his little son.

Xiao Zizi is a very serious good child, said that to learn from each other with Wang Xiang is the homework that must be done every day, for which she also prepared a very serious "copywriting" to teach Wang Xiang to practice calligraphy, because in her opinion, Wang Xiang's talent in calligraphy is too poor.

In comparison, Wang Xiang is much lazy, every day when he enters the palace, he goes empty-handed, and even the charcoal and new paper for practicing sketching are prepared in the palace, but the little son doesn't care, she is very interested in Wang Xiang's sketching skills, every time it is time for Wang Xiang to enter the palace, she will prepare things early and obediently sit on the small bench and wait for Wang Xiang to come, and let the maid prepare snacks and snacks, Wang Xiang feels ashamed.

He didn't study sketching professionally at all, and although he could draw both hands, it was really difficult for him to explain how to draw. Fortunately, the little son inherited the intelligence of the eldest grandson queen, not only the talent in calligraphy is extremely high, but the talent of painting skills is also amazing, when Wang Xiang painted, she watched quietly on the sidelines, and then took the charcoal pen to learn Wang Xiang's painting movements, and was able to learn the appearance very quickly.

Originally, I thought that it would take at least a few months to teach the little son to draw sketches based on his professional ability and teaching level, but now it seems that I am afraid that learning from each other will become a one-way learning in a few days, and Wang Xiang, who looks at the little son who practices sketching seriously, has a deep sense of frustration. (To be continued.) )