"Brother Zhangsan, I can't find it, how can this be a good ......" Qing'er said anxiously, her whole little face was frowning at the moment, Zhang San looked at her six gods and no master, and she was also distressed at the moment.

Song Jiayao was waiting in the room for Qing'er, a confused bastard, to come back to her, but she had waited for almost half a pillar of incense, and Qing'er hadn't come back yet, Song Jiayao couldn't help sighing, Qing'er was too dead-eyed......

It's just that she can't die without the heart of the Yellow River, but the problem is that she doesn't care whether the precious painting is found or not, because there is a heartfelt person who is more valuable than these precious calligraphy and paintings, valuable gold and silver jewelry.

Yes, it was distressing, a very strange feeling suddenly wrapped around his heart......

"Don't worry, first calm down and think about where you stayed after you got off the carriage last night." Zhang San comforted, just now looking at her as if she was about to cry, he really wanted to hold her in his arms.

"I went to Miss's room last night, my bedroom, and then to the stables, and finally I went to the kitchen for fear that Miss would be hungry." Qing'er sobbed.

Zhang San also calmed down at this moment and recalled the route they had passed, they had already been to the kitchen, Qing'er's bedroom, she had also gone in and searched it herself, and now there was only the stable and Song Jiayao's room left.

However, Song Jiayao's room, the two of them are really not easy to break into......

"Let's go to the stables first." Zhang San proposed, and the subordinates in the house couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Qing'er and Zhang San flashing like lightning, and raised their hands to say hello and floated in the air.

The two of them came to the stable in a hurry, and the smell of feces coming from it made Zhang San immediately pinch his nose, while the anxious Qing'er couldn't care about the problem of cleanliness and uncleanliness, and the petite figure immediately drilled into it.

"Wait......" Zhang San, who couldn't accept the smell, reflexively reached out to get Qing'er back, and then jumped in as if he was dead and began to rummage.

A moment later, Zhang San came out of it like dirty, still carrying the pungent and unpleasant smell on his body.

"Third Brother Zhang......" Qing'er immediately stepped forward to remove the straw from his body for him, worried.

"I ...... It's dirty, don't get too close. Zhang San said with a red face.

Qing'er was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, no matter how dirty she was, she had done her dirty work, and it was not as noble as Zhang San imagined.

"Don't toss, go back, I think no matter how angry the young lady is, she shouldn't be too fierce to me." Qing'er said worriedly, what she couldn't get by herself, there was no need to drag Zhang Sanye into the water and let him saddle up for his own saddle.

"Really...... Let's go back then. Zhang San said shyly, and then went back to Song Jiayao with Qing'er one after another.

......Under Zhang San's encouragement, Qing'er knocked on Song Jiayao's door nervously, and Song Jiayao, who had been sitting on the concubine's floor and dozing off, heard this faint knock and woke up immediately.

"Come in." Song Jiayao said helplessly, this stupid girl, she has emphasized many times that she regards her as a sister, but she still doesn't have that consciousness, and always puts her posture very humble......

"Miss!!" Qing'er fell to her knees with a plop, and Song Jiayao wanted to help her up, but found that she was as hard as a chime stone and didn't want to get up.

"Zhang San!!" Song Jiayao called.

"Pull her up."

"Miss, don't, Qing'er is at fault." Qing'er sobbed, but how could her strength be compared to Zhang San's strength, Zhang San got up with a little force.

"Qing'er, how many times have I said it, you are not a slave, you don't need to be so humble, even if the person you are facing is your young lady." Song Jiayao said sternly.

"But......" Qing'er wanted to refute, but after a pair of Song Jiayao's angry eyes, she immediately stopped saying a word, and curled up as much as possible to minimize her presence.

"......" After Song Jiayao saw Qing'er's more and more sincere and frightened appearance, she also weakly supported her forehead at the moment, did she scare people?

"Stupid girl, the painting has been found, and you put it in the big vase behind the screen." Song Jiayao said truthfully, she couldn't bear to be so frightened by Qing'er.

"Really?" Qing'er said with a suspicious face, shouldn't Miss say this on purpose in order not to make herself feel guilty?

"You still doubt me?" Song Jiayao raised her hand and flicked it on Qing'er's forehead, her credibility should be more reliable than anyone else, right?

Qing'er hurriedly shook her head vigorously, Zhang San, who was outside the door, was not embarrassed to meddle in the affairs of their master and servant at the moment, even if he was worried that Qing'er might be punished, he did not rush in.

Song Jiayao took out the scroll on the chaise longue, even if she didn't open it, Qing'er instantly recognized the expensive Buang that wrapped the painting.

"Do you think that a painting is more important than you?" Song Jiayao asked rhetorically, but her eyes looked at Zhang San who was standing outside the door.

Qing'er is puzzled, isn't this? If this painting is sold, I am afraid it can be exchanged for a lot of money, and the value that a clumsy maid like her may not be as big as this painting.

"Wrong, this painting is far less important than you Qing'er in my eyes, you are my most important sister, I have never regarded you as a slave, and you should not limit yourself to such an identity." Song Jiayao admonished, but looked at Zhang San and said.

This made Zhang San have a delusion, Song Jiayao was not teaching Qing'er, but justifying Qing'er's name, and at the same time warning him that Qing'er was not an ordinary slave, she was the sister of Miss Shuifu!!

"Miss......" Qing'er said excitedly, her eyes already filled with tears.

Although Song Jiayao has emphasized many times that the two of them are sisters, somehow, Qing'er always feels that she is not worthy of Song Jiayao's treatment, and always puts herself in a very humble position.

"Qing'er will change in the future, and she will never look down on herself so much in the future." Qing'er said sonorously and powerfully.

"Okay, that's all for this time, you go back to your room to rest first, and I'll continue to study this painting here." Song Jiayao was serious, as if she was teaching Qing'er a serious lesson just now, it was just a flash in the pan.

Qing'er closed the door and left, Zhang San immediately came to her, wanting to comfort her, but when he saw her smile, he knew that he was worrying.

"Third Brother Zhang, thank you this time, you go and get busy, I'm okay with myself." Qing'er smiled after putting down the big stone in her heart, Zhang San didn't know what to say when she saw her so bright smile, and finally blushed, and flew back to the eaves with a flash.

Song Jiayao hung up and spread out the famous painting given to her by Nangong Jin at this moment, and admired it leisurely...... Wu Daozi's "Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls" is really beautifully painted, as if it were real, and the more I look at it, the more I feel that the characters in this painting can come out of it.

This painting is based on Taoist stories, depicting the 87 immortals marching in procession, mainly the Emperor of Donghua, the Emperor of Antarctica, and the Emperor Fusang.

The brushwork of the picture is vigorous and free, and the roots and lines all express infinite vitality, such as flowing clouds and water, full of rhythm, representing the highest level of white painting in the Tang Dynasty.

As soon as this painting is brought to her ancient character shop, I am afraid it will be very sought-after, Song Jiayao said excitedly in her heart, but this ideal is very happy, but the reality is ...... Of course, that's for later.

After Song Jiayao admired the painting intoxicated for about a moment, she carefully rewrapped the painting and planned to take it to the shop she ran in person tomorrow.

At the same time, Song Anguo was greeting Zhao Si and Nangong Jin in his heart at the moment, but he was still standing in front of the gate of Luohong Pavilion, looking like he wanted to go in but was unwilling to go in.

The two subordinates who acted as guards in front of the gate knew Song Anguo's noble status, but they didn't want to rush forward and force him in, so they had to send someone to call the old bustard out.

The old bustard swayed the bright red folding fan coquettishly, twisted his slender waist, and walked out of it like a thousand styles, and the rich gouache smell on his body made Song Anguo choke violently and coughed non-stop......

Seeing the goblin appearance of the old bustard who wants to seduce people again, don't you ...... At the age of the old bustard, and with this dignity, he really can't match the goblin, but can match the butcher with a butcher's knife in the vegetable market......

"Ouch, Song Zhang...... No, it's time to call you General Song, come to the gate of our Red Pavilion, don't you dare to go in? The old bustard smiled, and half-covered her lips with a folding fan, thinking that she was quite amorous and flattering at Song Anguo.

Song Anguo's whole body was so disgusted by her that he shivered, and he vomited wildly when he almost wanted to be on the street, this old bustard is almost his mother's age, and he came out to seduce people, really think that this man of the Da'an Dynasty is blind!!

However, there were really people who were blind, and the slightly older men on the street stopped to look at each other with their eyes bubbling up, as if this beauty was so precious.

Song Anguo just wants to poke his eyes blind at the moment, and the three views of the Da'an Dynasty completely subvert his imagination......

"I have something to look for Miss Zheng Dai, I don't know if she is there?" Song Anguo asked Wen Run, but at this moment he wanted to press the old bustard to the ground and beat him wildly, of course, the reality cannot, but he has already acted in his brain.

"Huh...... You men, isn't it just the same thing to find a woman? General Song is really an elegant person, and his words are so elegant. The old bustard covered his lips and said sarcastically.

When Song Anguo heard her sarcasm, he was so angry that he clenched his fists tightly, and wanted to rush forward and beat her up, who said that men are as black as crows in the world?

"Old bustard, Miss Zheng Dai said to ask General Song to go upstairs to catch up." Zheng Dai's henchman and maidservant leaned into her ear and whispered.

The old bustard withdrew the folding fan, glared at Song Anguo sharply, and then spread out the big hand directly at him.

"......" Song Anguo was so angry by the old bustard's arrogant appearance that smoke on the top of his head, but he still smiled and presented his purse, and constantly emphasized in his heart, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, impulsiveness is the devil!!

"General Song is so generous, and he really deserves to be our Zheng Dai's loyal guest of the curtain."