He Huan followed Shen Jinglun to the court. She shouldn't go to court again, and she also knew that Shen Jinglun didn't want her to come with her, but Shui Ting's return was obviously aimed at the He family, and she wanted to witness the court trial with her own eyes and figure out what was going on. It's not that she doesn't believe Shen Jinglun, but that many things, relayed by others, are not as good as what she saw with her own eyes.

The dark and dreary public hall was damp and stuffy, and the catchers were holding water and fire sticks, and their faces were expressionless. Shui Ting bowed her head and knelt in front of the desk, her hair scattered over her shoulders, almost covering her facial features. Her clothes were wrinkled and dirty, and there were faint stains of blood. At this time, she is no longer the exquisitely dressed little woman of the day.

Ten years ago, the emperor did not remove Shen Jinglun's fame, and he did not have to kneel in the court. Although he had made it clear to Lu County Commander that he would ask a few questions and leave, and there was no need to sit down, Lu County Commander still ordered someone to move a chair for him. Shen Jinglun thanked Lu County for the order, and did not sit down, but just signaled He Huan to come forward and salute.

He Huan just wanted to kneel down and salute, but Lu Xianling was already busy telling her to get up.

Without waiting for He Huan to retreat aside, Lu Xian Ling picked up the shocking wood and slapped it heavily, and asked Shui Ting loudly: "Bold woman, you say that you are alone for a while, just to survive and steal, and then you claim that your parents are dead, who are you?" What is the purpose of lurking in Jizhou? ”

Lu Xianling admitted that his sentence "lurking in Jizhou" was extremely skillful, and he skillfully cleared up the relationship between Shui Ting and the He family.

In fact, Shen Jinglun and He Huan frowned at the same time when they heard his words. In their opinion, Lu Xianling's words were simply telling Shui Ting that the old woman who pointed out her identity had appeared. Their plan went very well.

Sure enough. Shui Ting listened to the words of Lu County's order. is busy crying out, but no longer insists that he is an orphan. She wept bitterly and looked very sad.

Shen Jinglun's gaze swept over He Huan and fell on Shui Ting. After a moment, his face was slightly gloomy, and he preemptively said before Lu Xian Ling spoke: "My lord, I have a question below, I wonder if Lu Dao can ask Miss Shui Ting?" ”

Lu Xianling was stunned for a moment. nodded and said, "Uncle Shen has anything you want to ask, just ask her, and the official will let her explain truthfully!" ”

Shen Jinglun arched his hand at Lu Xianling, turned to Shui Ting and said, "Miss Shui Ting, I just want to ask you one question, how do you know that the painting is Tang An's real handiwork?" ”

Shui Ting replied without thinking about it: "That painting is naturally genuine, how could I not recognize it?" Even if I don't know him, Master Hesan, Master Lu. You don't know each other, do you? She said it as a matter of course and with confidence.

With their conversations. He Huan looked at Shen Jinglun suspiciously, and in a moment she understood, and looked at him worriedly.

Shui Ting insisted that He Baihai's private possession of Tang An's paintings was evidence of the He family's collusion with the thieves. The whole thing is entangled, today there is an old woman committing suicide, and tomorrow I don't know what kind of farce will happen in the road. If you want to end all this as soon as possible, you only need to prove that Tang An's painting is fake, and there is no such thing as private possession, let alone collusion with thieves. But He Huan has seen that painting with his own eyes, it is indeed Tang An's real handiwork, how can Shen Jinglun prove it?

Shen Jinglun seemed to have insight into He Huan's worries early in the morning, he gave her a reassuring look, turned back to Lu Xianling and said: "My lord, in terms of painting attainments alone, Tang An is a first-class master, and the people who imitate his paintings are like carp crossing the river, and there are many first-class painters. Even if you are a famous Confucian in the world, you may not be able to distinguish its authenticity at a glance. ”

As soon as Shen Jinglun's words fell, Lu Xianling couldn't wait to echo: "So, what she brought must be a fake painting?" ”

"Your Excellency!" Shui Ting shouted urgently, "That painting has always been cherished by Master He San, and it is undoubtedly Tang An's authentic work!" ”

"My lord, is it genuine, Miss Shui Ting and Master He San said it doesn't count, of course, what I said doesn't count." Compared with Shui Ting's eagerness, Shen Jinglun's voice was still like a calm lake, without the slightest ripple.

I don't know what Lu Dao is for, He Huan listened to his voice, and his restless heart gradually settled down.

At the same time, Shui Ting became more and more anxious, she grabbed Bai and said: "My lord, if it weren't for the calligraphy and painting being genuine, how could the prisoner take a risk......

"Shut up!" Lu Xianling scolded, and asked Shen Jinglun gently: "Uncle Shen, according to what you said, how should you distinguish the authenticity from the false?" ”

Shen Jinglun said unhurriedly: "My lord, more than ten years ago, the first emperor gave the first prince a true painting of Tang An, and the first prince gave me calligraphy and paintings. Ten years ago, I got permission from the emperor to return to Jizhou with calligraphy and paintings. At this moment, the original painting is in the carriage......"

"Who knows if what you got is genuine!" Shui Ting screamed with a pale face.

"Bold!" Lu Xian Ling scolded again, with a solemn expression.

Shen Jinglun reversed the previous breezy and calm, bowed his head and said solemnly to Shui Ting: "How can the things given by the emperor allow you to be honest!" ”

Lu Xian Ling nodded hurriedly, and the yacha on the side stepped forward with two palms, and Shui Ting's face instantly swollen.

He Huan watched from the sidelines, secretly thinking about Shen Jinglun's words.

When she was still Lin Xiyan, she never thought that Shen Jinglun had always been low-key, how could she collect Tang An's calligraphy and paintings in a grand manner. At this moment, hearing him say that he had obtained the permission of the emperor to return to Jizhou with calligraphy and paintings, she felt more and more strange.

According to Xie San, Shen Jinglun was implicated in the prince's rebellion and was imprisoned, and it was Miss Xie who begged Lord Xie for his pardon. On the day he left the prison, he went directly out of the capital, when did the emperor allow him to return to Jizhou with calligraphy and paintings?

He Huan pondered, Shen Jinglun held a gilded box in both hands, and respectfully walked towards Lu County's order. Lu Xian Ling cleaned his hands, then took the box from Shen Jinglun's hand, carefully took out the painting scroll, and slowly unfolded the scroll as if he was in awe of the gods.

He Huan watched from the sidelines and couldn't help but feel funny. Shen Jinglun loves calligraphy and painting antiques very much, and cherishes these things very much, but ...... Let's put it this way, according to what Lin Xiyan saw with his own eyes, Tang An's authentic handiwork was not stored in a gilded box, but in a black lacquer box carved from rosewood. No matter what time it is, Shen Jinglun will not allow others to touch the scroll with their wet hands.

He Huan was almost certain that Shen Jinglun was clearly acting, but he was serious, watching Lu Xianling's movements nervously, as if he cared about the calligraphy and painting, and the expression on his face was so real.

After a while, Lu Xian Ling picked up the shocking wood, slapped it again, and scolded Shui Ting sharply: "Bold woman, if it weren't for the authentic work that Uncle Shen brought the imperial gift, this official would have almost been deceived by you!" ”

Shui Ting was stunned for a moment, stared at Shen Jinglun with red eyes, and complained loudly: "What I brought is obviously genuine, but you are trying to protect her-" She pointed at He Huan, "In order to protect her, you actually disrespected the emperor!" ”

"Bold!" Lu Xianling angrily scolded Shui Ting, and ordered the yacha: "Beat her for thirty boards first, and then ask ......"

"Hahaha!" Shui Ting suddenly laughed, "Do you two join forces to beat me to death in front of the court?" ”

"Nonsense!" Lu County's voice was mixed with a weak heart. He had already instructed the yacha that if he ordered the board to be beaten, they would be beaten to death until she died.

"Hahaha!" Shui Ting laughed wildly, like a vicious dog in a poor alley, and glared at Shen Jinglun with bared teeth, as if looking at the enemy who killed his father.

Seeing her shocked expression, Lu Xianling hurriedly shouted: "Quickly catch her and press her down for execution!" ”

Shen Jinglun didn't seem to feel Shui Ting's gaze at all, and said to Lu Xianling: "My lord, now that it has been proved that the calligraphy and painting are fake, it means that the whole thing has nothing to do with my cousin's family. Can I leave with my cousin? ”

"Yes, of course!" Lu Xianling nodded with a smile, and reached out to roll up the scroll and put it back into the gilt box.

Shen Jinglun saw him rude, stepped forward and said, "My lord, let me come." He walked to the table and took the scroll from Lu Xianling's hand.

The two of them pushed and connected, and they didn't know what to do, the pen holder on the desk fell down with a "snap", and the brush stained with thick ink fell on the picture scroll handed in by Shui Ting.

Seeing this, Lu Xianling smiled wryly and muttered in a low voice: "Fortunately, it's just a fake, fortunately!" ”

I don't know where the words of Lu Dao Lu County's order touched Shui Ting's nerves, she had already been caught by the yacha, and suddenly she had an evil energy, struggled to break free from the yacha's clamps, and pulled out the saber on the yacha's waist.

At the same moment, He Huan didn't notice Shui Ting's abnormality, and her attention was all on the desk. She believed that the painting in Shen Jinglun's hand was just a fake, and it was Tang An's real handiwork that was damaged by the ink. She felt that with Shen Jinglun's admiration for Tang An, he must be very distressed at this moment.

Just when He Huan looked up to see Shen Jinglun's expression clearly, she suddenly felt a noise beside her, and then a white light flashed in front of her. Before her brain could react, what was going on, her eyes had already seen Shui Ting slashing at her with a big knife in her hand. (To be continued......)

PS: I originally wanted to finish writing this section in court, but I'm too sleepy, so let's stop here, hahaha