After lunch, the boy said that he wanted to go for a walk in the street, so he left the house. He walked alone down the street and did not notice a person secretly following him.

……

"Is that all?" Li Tao asked with a frown.

"Yes, that's all there is to the little master!" Pei Yue nodded and said.

"Uncle Yue, you continue to stare at him, I always feel that this Zhang Zhao is not simple!"

"I know, little master!"

……

Liu Xuan woke up late at night and saw that the lights in the next room were still on, and the candlelight figure seemed to be reading, he couldn't help but secretly admire: "Erudition comes from hard reading, this is true, Zhang Zhao's future life is really rare." ”

At dinner the next day, Liu Xuan and Zhang Zhao talked while drinking, full of interest. After a few rounds of drinking, Zhang Zhao suddenly changed the topic, brought up the fan again, and said: "The little nephew occasionally thought about it last night, and the little nephew seemed to have seen the seal used on the painting fan that his uncle hid, and I hope that my uncle will give me another look." ”

Liu Xuan took out the fan without hesitation, the young man opened the fan and raised the fan above his head, raised his face, and looked at it carefully by the candlelight. Just as he could see his thoughts, the hair on the back of his head had touched the candle sprout, and he heard a "whew" sound, and the young man's hair caught fire.

The young man hurriedly raised his hand to protect his head, and in a panic, he overturned the candlestick, and the room was suddenly dark, except for the smell of burnt hair.

When the family re-lit the candle, they saw that the boy's hair had been charred and he looked very embarrassed.

Liu Xuan looked very guilty, and he didn't know how to soothe him.

The young man didn't seem to care, and returned the fan to Liu Xuan with both hands, and Liu Xuan handed the fan to the maidservant and sent it back to the house.

Early in the morning of the third day, the young man went out of the house and did not come back until the evening, although Liu Xuan was a little worried, he didn't care.

It was not until the fourth day that the boy did not return, and he was surprised. When he was suspicious, the maidservant who cleaned the room came to see him under the guest's pillow and found a letter.

Liu Xuan hurriedly opened the letter, only to see a few lines of handsome words written on the note.

Uncle Liu:

I am not a friend of Brother Zhixiao, but I am a liar. Because of his love for calligraphy and painting, and he had no money to buy, he made this decision. I have heard for a long time that my uncle has a painting fan, and his desire is hungry and thirsty, and he has been planning for several months. It is said that the Tang Bohu painting fan burned before is a copy of me, not a genuine product, and I hope that my uncle does not have to mind.

I would like to do this by name

Liu Xuan saw it, and suddenly felt shocked and frightened, and for a while his thoughts were full, and he couldn't tell what it was like. He hurriedly asked someone to take out the painting fan, only to see that although the fan picture is similar, but the texture is no longer the same, although the calligraphy and painting are also realistic, it is still not difficult to see that it is from imitation.

At this time, Liu Xuan suddenly realized: the young man claimed to have come to the appointment to show his faith, set up a sacrifice and cry to show his sincerity, burned a fan in front of the spirit to show his righteousness, and discussed the painting in front of the hall to show his knowledge, so that he completely gained his trust and opened the lock and ban for the success of the deception.

The next day, Li Tao learned the news and came to investigate.

Liu Xuan told Li Tao the reason for the loss of the fan one by one, and sighed unconsciously with feeling: "Although this son's intentions are cunning and his actions are contemptible, the strangeness of deception is unprecedented. Now it is not the fan that is deplored, but the misstep of this son, with his astuteness and intelligence, if it is used in the right way, why worry about not becoming a big thing! It's really a beauty who falls into the dust, and a hero who is reckless, which is deplorable. ”

Liu Xuan's words made Li Tao's eyes light up: With this young man's mind, it is also good to accept him as his own adviser.

Li Tao said meaningfully: "Mr. Liu, don't worry, your painting fan can't be lost, and you don't have to feel sorry for this Zhang Zhao, he can't run!" ”

……

One day in late autumn, a painting boat sailed on the Han River in Xiangyang Prefecture, painting buildings and carved buildings, exquisite and chic, and docked leisurely on the riverside wharf.

Out of the boat came a young gentleman, handsome and elegant, like a jade tree in the wind. The young scholar smiled on his face, greeted everyone with respect, claimed to be Zhang Zhao, took a fancy to the good scenery of Xiangyang, and came here to study and make friends with literature and poetry. Zhang Zhao led a servant and lived in the most luxurious Qingfenglou Inn in Xiangyang Mansion.

When the news came out, a group of scholars from Wu Jing'an immediately went to the Qingfeng Lou Inn to pay respects.

Zhang Zhao made the east, made a generous hand, hospitably entertained all the scholars, everyone chanted poems against each other, sang poems and wine, and dispersed happily.

Zhang Zhao has a good taste, and likes to collect antique calligraphy and paintings. When the wine is hot, he often takes out his collection of things for everyone to enjoy. In particular, a three-unique painting fan amazed everyone.

The scholars are all literati, poetry and books heirlooms, and there are more or less one or two antiques, calligraphy and paintings at home, and everyone has taken them out to appreciate. Among them, an ancient painting by Wu Jing'an is the most eye-catching. This painting is Cai Yong's authentic handiwork, which has always been the treasure of the Wu family, and he easily refuses to show it. Wu Jing'an met a literary friend like Zhang Zhao and took it out for everyone to appreciate.

Soon, Wu Jing'an's treasure disappeared from his home, his face turned white, and he secretly offered a reward to find the thief, but there was no trace.

Wu Jing'an knew that he was arrogant and exposed the treasure into the eyes of the thief, and his intestines were full of regret.

Then, the things of the Shizimen who had displayed antique calligraphy and paintings at the meeting were also stolen.

Wu Jing'an understood: the thief was between them. The strange thing is that Zhang Zhao's antique calligraphy and painting are not missing, which has to make everyone suspicious. However, he had an unobstructed view of his guest room at the Qingfeng House Inn, and there was nowhere to hide.

Someone suddenly remembered Zhang Zhao's painting boat docked on the dock, and Wu Jing'an kept everyone silent.

When the party met again, Wu Jing'an provoked the conversation: "Brother Zhang, I heard that your painted boat is very exquisite, can you feast everyone's eyes?" ”

Zhang Zhao used the excuse to block, but all the scholars echoed Wu Jing'an, so Zhang Zhao had to lead everyone to board the painting boat with his servants.

There was something strange hidden on the painting boat, Zhang Zhao and the servants were inseparable from everyone, Wu Jing'an secretly made a look, and all the scholars scattered and ran away on the painting boat. After a while, I heard a gentleman shouting at the stern of the boat: "Found it!" Found it! ”

Wu Jing'an and all the scholars hugged over, only to see that there was a secret room at the stern of the boat, which was full of antiques and paintings, and everyone's things were impressive.

Wu Jing'an glared at Zhang Zhao with disdain and said, "What kind of bullshit literati scratcher? A foolish thief who dared to do so! ”

The scholars shouted that they wanted to take Zhang Zhao to see the official, but Wu Jing'an waved his hand to stop them. He advised everyone not to deal with this stupid thief, because they didn't know the good and the bad and mistakenly handed over to the thief, and it was he who shocked the government and embarrassed people. The scholars listened to Wu Juren's advice. Just let Zhang Zhao go, someone was really unwilling, picked up a pen and wrote the word "stupid thief" on his face, and then took his own things and got off the boat.

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