Is this it? He didn't know. The official who grabbed the call silently retreated.

Tang Zhongyuan shook his head and said: "I don't know yet, but Niu Chengzuo and Feng Qizuo both said that if there was no accident, Jiang Shanchang should have committed suicide." ”

Suicide? A famous man suddenly committed suicide before the hairpin banquet? This is clearly unconscionable.

"Just this one result is given, I'm afraid that the entire Jiangnan painting world will not give up." Qiao Ran sighed with emotion.

"There were a lot of paintings on the ground, and when we cleaned up the scrolls that were thrown on the ground, we found a poem on the ground." Tang Zhongyuan's face suddenly became weird, and then he glanced at Qiao Shu who was picking up rice on the side.

Qiao Shu looked up at him for a while and then lowered his head: Look at what he does?

Qiao Ran's eyes paused on Tang Zhongyuan and Qiao Shu for a moment, and said to Tang Zhongyuan: "Say it!" ”

Tang Zhongyuan nodded: "The flowing water falls and the flowers go in spring, heaven and earth." ”

Qiao Ran's face changed slightly.

Looking at the look on Qiao Ran's face, Tang Zhongyuan couldn't help but shake his head. He doesn't read many books, and the poems that can make him remember are even less pitiful, but this sentence: Thanks to Zhao Wen's daily chatter after being arrested, even he remembered it. So, when he first saw that verse, he froze.

"But it's just a coincidence." Tang Zhongyuan said, paused, and said, "I heard them say that this poem is quite famous, and many people know this sentence. ”

Qiao Ran nodded: "It's really famous, maybe ...... It's just a coincidence! ”

Tang Zhongyuan was also silent, and after a while, he got up and said goodbye: "I'm just coming over to talk to Miss Qiao, so that Miss Qiao can have a preparation, this hairpin feast...... It may not be able to go down. ”

Seeing the non-stop chattering of red beans before, it was obvious that he had been looking forward to this hairpin banquet for a long time, so he said it as soon as possible, so as not to make them happy.

Qiao Ran thanked him, and when he saw that he was leaving, he wanted to leave him for dinner, but when he saw Tang Zhongyuan, he shook his head, and said helplessly: "I'll wait this time to follow Mr. Lin Zhishui and Mr. Yi Zhaonan, let's talk about eating or something next time!" ”

"It's the season to enjoy the maple blossoms," Tang Zhongyuan said and looked at the red maples scattered all over the mountains, and said, "The two gentlemen came to enjoy the maple blossoms, and I can't wait too long." ”

After that, Tang Zhongyuan took his officials and left.

When the red bean finished hiding the painting and ran out, seeing Tang Zhongyuan and them leaving, he couldn't help but snort coldly, sat down at the table, ate two mouthfuls of food, and said to Qiao Ran worriedly: "Miss, the slave is still not at ease, then let's hide it in another place for a while!" ”

Ah Sheng swallowed a piece of meat silently, with the temperament of this maid called Red Bean, this painting is not hidden 800 times a day, he is not called Ah Sheng.

With him, the idle little thief can't steal this painting. What's more, apart from the son of the Pei family, how many people know that Jiang Shanchang sent paintings to them? It's a big deal.

……

"The viewer is bothered." When the celebrity suddenly arrived, the viewer led the viewer up and down in front of the door.

After the other party politely returned the courtesy, the viewer shook off the dust, said "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable", and stepped aside, without the slightest flattery. Xuanzhenguan incense is still at its peak, and she can't afford to please these two people for some sesame oil money. Greeting each other is already enough face.

Such a cold posture made Lin Zhishui and Yi Zhaonan look up to Xuanzhenguan even more, they had been walking for most of the day, and they were hungry in their stomachs.

"Then it will disturb the viewer." Lin Zhishui and Yi Zhaonan said that, they put the sesame oil money they had prepared early in the morning into the merit box, and then followed a few little Taoist children to the canteen.

"Is the donor lost?" Xuanxiang, who ran out of the dining hall on tiptoe, was startled.

She looked curiously at the back figure standing at the back door and looking out. She just stole a vegetarian bun, wiped her mouth clean, and when she looked up, she saw a person standing here, and she was scared that she thought she had bumped into a real person again, and she was going to be punished!

The man who was standing turned around and saw that it was her, with a kind smile on his face.

"What's that?" He asked, pointing to the back door.

Xuan Xiang was stunned for a moment: What does she remember the name of this very good benefactor? Oh yes, easy or something.

"Master Yi Shi," Xuan Xiang made a gesture as he learned from the real people in the view, "Then the next one is Lord Qiao who lives here, she is not the person in the view, and the Lord said that you should not disturb Lord Qiao at will." ”

"Oh, that's right!" Yi Zhaonan smiled and nodded at her, "Since you are not a person in the view, it is really not good to disturb at will." ”

Xuanxiang touched her head, smelled the fragrance coming from the canteen, and made an old face with a straight face: "Donor, the meal has been prepared, please come with me!" ”

……

……

The Qinhuai River at night is the most lively time, the painting boat is searched in it, and the lights are panicked and the figures are not distinguished.

It wasn't until near the end of the day that the sky was overcast, and the lively Qinhuai River fell silent.

A scream sounded at this time, tearing apart the silence that had just fallen into the Qinhuai River.

By the time the official arrived, it was almost dawn.

"Quick, quick, quick!" Compared with the official who looked grim and worried, Feng Qizuo was very excited, and he didn't care about his unkempt and untidy appearance, jumped out of the carriage and hurried here.

After jumping on the boat where the accident occurred, Feng Qizuo shouted: "Who is it this time?" Can the corpse be fresh? ”

Fresh? This description made Tang Zhongyuan, who was guarding on the side, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, but thinking of the performance of this letter when he happily rushed to the ancestral grave of the Qiao family that time, it didn't sound so strange today.

"Feng Yuan." Zhen Shiyuan walked out of the hatch with a white face and took a deep breath, "Another one died." ”

After Jiang Xiao's accident yesterday, he asked those celebrities not to walk around, but these people boasted that they were uninhibited, one by one, appreciating maples, drinking tea, listening to music, and being very free, now it's okay, even Feng Yuan has an accident.

This Feng Yuan is the first person in the Yanjing painting circle, he died in Jinling, if he can't find out why, I'm afraid that even people in the Yanjing literary circle will rush over to denounce it.

"Who followed Feng Yuan yesterday?" Zhen Shiyuan shouted.

An official came out with a panicked face: "It's a subordinate." ”

"How do you follow people?" Zhen Shiyuan was angry, "Feng Yuan is dead, but you don't know at all? ”

The official wanted to cry without tears: "My subordinates followed him to the Qinhuai River yesterday, watched Mr. Feng get on the painting boat, and was about to follow, but was driven down by Mr. Feng. The subordinates had no choice but to ask the boat boss to follow Mr. Feng's painting boat far behind, but after Mr. Feng found out, he angrily scolded his subordinates, and then asked people to drive the painting boat away......"

This painting boat is the most common one on the Qinhuai River, the entire Qinhuai River has dozens or even hundreds of searches, Mr. Feng's painting boat shuttles in it, and after a while, he and the boat boss will lose this painting boat. After searching for most of the night, Feng Yuan's painting boat was not found, and the official's eyes were still red, obviously he had not rested all night, and by the time he found Feng Yuan's traces, Feng Yuan was already dead.