Arjan appeared? Bai Tang suddenly plucked his voice and asked, "Where is he?" ”

"It's out of town early in the morning."

Out of town? Just come and go? Bai Tang snorted slightly, making a good hand to lose his fist!

Xu San is a little untasteful, Bai Tang is different from Qin Jian after all.

Bai Tang gritted his teeth and smiled. Well, great! Since Ah Jian is hiding and refuses to meet, he can only let him take the initiative to find him!

Xu San asked in a sullen voice, "You just want to see him like that?" ”

Bai Tang couldn't explain the suspicion of Ah Jian in his heart. He said, "I have something very important to ask him." ”

He waved the painting scroll in his hand and said to himself: "This is the new work of the former court painter Lord Yan!" It was sent to me thousands of miles away, please give me a comment or two, I can't let Lord Yan down! ”

Hey? Xu San was surprised: It's really Yan Zong's painting?!

He saw the right time, quickly snatched the scroll from Bai Tang's hand, and opened the scroll while smearing the soles of his feet around the room like oil!

Bai Tang's surprise is not trivial! He hissed and roared, "Xu San, don't-"

The scroll unfolds, and a group of beautiful ink paintings come into view.

Xu San heard Bai Tang's roar in his ears, and when he saw this painting again, he was stunned for a while: Why did Bai Tang roar this painting as if it was some kind of bloody killing weapon!

Bai Tang's legs were weak, and he was already kneeling on the ground with the desk chair, and the blood in his whole body was congealed like ice, and the chill was chilling from the inside out!

Xu San glanced at the painting a few times and said, "Yan Zong's painting is really not bad!" He held it in front of him again and looked at it carefully. makes Bai Tang nervous like this, is there any secret hidden in this painting?

"Xu, Xu San?" Bai Tang asked in a trembling voice. "You, are you alright?"

"What's the matter?" Xu San didn't find the mystery in the painting, and he felt even more weird.

Bai Tang swallowed his saliva, and his heart was settled! Finally, my legs were straightened and my body was warmer. tremblingly walked to Xu San's side, and carefully glanced at the scroll with the corner of his eye, well, the newly made painting is really much more vivid than what I saw a thousand years later!

Nothing out of the ordinary seems to have happened!

Bai Tang dared to slowly look at the painting with his eyes.

"This is the scenery of Pingyuan, Guangdong? It's beautiful! The strange feeling in Xu San's heart has not subsided. Look at this river, the painting is charming! ”

Bai Tang couldn't help but say, "Have you finished reading it?" ”

Xu San confirmed that the painting was fine, returned the painting to him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why don't you dare to let me see this painting?" ”

Bai Tang quickly accepted the picture scroll: "Tell you the truth!" There's something weird about this picture! I'm afraid you'll be sucked out! ”

Xu San sneered: "Nonsense! ”

Bai Tang put the painting into a cage and locked it. Turning around and seeing Xu San's thoughtful eyes, he thought about it, stepped forward and sat down next to him, clasped his hand again, and said gently: "There are some things that I do hide from you." I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it. ”

Xu San blurted out: "Master, what can't I bear?!" ”

Bai Tang smiled: "Okay." When the crown prince ascends the throne, I will tell you some old things. Can you wait? ”

Bai Tang discussed with him so softly, how could Xu San refuse? He already knew that Baitang had many secrets, and the key was Qingfeng Pond! It's just that Bai Tang didn't say it, and he didn't ask. Besides, what's the point of pursuing the past when you're full?!

He lifted Bai Tang's hand and pecked it gently: "Master can bear anything, but he can't bear you!" ”

This guy, the more he talks about love, the more heartwarming he becomes.

At night, Bai Tang had a dream.

He rarely dreams about the events of his previous life anymore, but this night he returned to Rong Bao Zhai and saw many old colleagues, they were rejoicing, and it seemed that they were holding a celebration?

A male voice said excitedly: "After a year and a half, "Hushan Pingyuan Picture Scroll" has been successfully reproduced with the joint efforts of everyone! ”

Bai Tang listened to it: it turned out that after his death, the reproduction of "Lake and Mountain Pingyuan Picture Scroll" was not interrupted, and it was successful!

He was quite happy to look for a successful picture in the house. Then, he saw the long-lost Qinling.

Qin Ling was dressed in black, and his thin and handsome face was more contoured.

The male voice rang out again: "Today is our celebration party and small appreciation party!" Mr. Qin, you are not only a good friend of Danling, but also a leading collector and connoisseur in China. If there is any mistake in this painting, please point it out! ”

Qin Ling's eyes slipped with sadness, and he smiled politely: "Rong Bao Zhai's work will not go wrong!" ”

Bai Tang had mixed feelings in his heart.

"Mr. Qin, please open this reproduction!"

Qin Ling was a little humble, then went to the table and slowly pushed open the carefully framed picture scroll.

Bai Tang couldn't help but praise it!

Even if he is gone, the skill of woodblock water painting is still very good!

There seemed to be tears in Qin Ling's eyes.

"Mr. Qin, the real work is here!" Someone pushed a glass display case. What is stored in the display case is the real thing!

Just when Qin Ling looked at the authentic works with a complicated expression, Bai Tang was horrified to find that there were clouds of smoke rolling out of the picture scroll to envelop Qin Ling, just like the situation when he engulfed himself!

"Qin Ling, run away—"

Bai Tang sat up from the bed suddenly!

Qinling, is this coming?

Bai Tang covered his forehead: How could this be!

His body warmed up, and Xu San hugged him: "Have a nightmare?" ”

"-Hmm!" Sort of!

Xu San didn't say much, just hugged him and lay down again.

"You can hug me tighter!"

“…… You're too hard! ”

"Hah! Do you think your own man is hard? ”

Bai Tang: Do you want to open the yellow cavity in the middle of the night?

Xu San hugged him tightly: "It's your blessing!" ”

Bai Tang rolled his eyes in the dark night, too lazy to pay attention to him! After Bai Tang's breathing stabilized, Xu San opened his eyes and silently recalled the name that Bai Tang had just called: Qin Ling?

Listening to Bai Tang's frightened "run away", he has a lot to do with Qin Ling! But I've never heard of this name!

He touched Bai Tang's chin and muttered, "You, you." There are so many secrets, so much pressure! ”

Within a few days, under the deliberate push of Bai Tang, the news that Songzhu Zhai had Zhang Yanzong's masterpiece immediately spread! It is said that several calligraphers and painters in the palace admired and respected this painting! Yan Zong became famous for a while!

The father and son of the shopkeeper said that the owner's behavior is strange!

At the beginning, he sent pens and silk to Yan Zong to send warmth, but now everyone has gone to Guangdong, and he has worked tirelessly to make a name for him! Why did his owner only continue to pay Yan Zong regardless of cost or return?

The third master is not jealous?

"Quan Hong." Bai Tang instructed, "Remove all the red, bright, and festive things from the store." ”

The shopkeeper was puzzled: "Why? ”

Quanhong has a wide range of contacts and ears, and has heard some rumors. Busy said: "Dad, listen to the owner, you won't be wrong." ”

The whole shopkeeper was in his heart, and he secretly felt bad.

Sure enough, the next day, news came: His Majesty the Emperor returned to Beijing on an expedition! However, with several princes of the country entering the city together, it was a tall and heavy coffin.

The Yongle Emperor of the Ming Dynasty died on the way back!

The harem was sad, and the prince fainted several times with grief and weeping.

When the six important ministers of the court and the palace of the prince received the news of the emperor's death, they all kept singing, dancing and playing, and restrained the behavior of their own children and nephews. The capital turned into a white city of mourning at a very fast speed.