"I heard that there is a pharmacist in the capital who is very skilled," Zhou Rong half-squinted with a dry smile, "half-faced, why don't you go there and take a look at the wounds on your hands." ”

Painting Thirteen's heart moved, he secretly glanced at Jingmo, who was slightly puzzled, and answered: "What does Mrs. Zhou mean?" ”

"Qinyuan Pharmacist, Jingmo." A hint of sharpness flashed in Zhou Rong's eyes, and the other two people at the table were all stunned and slightly stunned, only to hear Zhou Rong tell the servant again, "Come on, bring it up." ”

The servant answered the voice and brought a heavy tea tray covered with red cloth, and presented it to the face of Hua Thirteen along Zhou Rong's eyes. Zhou Rong smiled meaningfully at the puzzled painting thirteen and said, "Half red, this is the consultation fee that Zhou prepared for you." ”

After Painting 13 unveiled the red cloth, Jingmo couldn't help but be surprised and suspicious when he saw a plate full of white flowers, only to see Painting 13 put on a sincere and fearful posture and said: "Mrs. Zhou, this is not to mention three hundred taels, which is more than enough for the purpose of seeking medical treatment below." ”

"Half red-faced, you stood up at the scene of Xu Fei's murder that day, which shows that you are a smart person and quite bold, but I have to remind you, don't go astray, this is an art gallery." Zhou Rong suddenly changed his words, and everyone in the audience heard it in a fog, but the painting thirteen understood.

It turned out that Zhou Rong thought that he stood up and spoke for Yin Chenglian at that time because he wanted to tie up with the prince to pick up high branches, but Zhou Rong suddenly deliberately stood up in front of him for no reason, thinking that he must have another purpose. Painting Thirteen suddenly slipped down from his chair, bowed deeply and respectfully:

"Don't talk about the art gallery, even if the entire Hanlin Painting Garden is the palm of Mrs. Zhou, all the painters in the world are carp in the river and wood on the mountain, and only Mrs. Zhou is the first to look forward."

A loud sycophant was in Zhou Rong's arms, and Zhou Rong was happy to hear it: "If you are as talented as you, three hundred taels of silver will be as light as a feather." ”

Painting Thirteen couldn't tell whether he was happy or worried, it seemed that Zhou Rong intended to win him over as his own, but the painter in the gallery chose him, it must be that he had some special use for Zhou Rong. Hua Thirteen glanced at the three hundred taels on the plate again, and asked: "Mrs. Zhou's feathers are as heavy as Mount Tai in his later life, and he will not be rewarded for nothing, so he will not dare to accept Mrs. Zhou's reward in vain." ”

"Hahaha." Zhou Rong smiled and nodded, "It's an understanding person." Three hundred taels to buy back a certain painting of Zhou is about worth it. ”

Speaking of which, this amount of money did not fall into the pockets of Painting Thirteen. I didn't care about this bit of silver, but I was curious about how Zhou Rong, who had always oppressed people with power, would suddenly rely on money to win over his juniors, and he had other plans for a long time. However, the painting that Zhou Rong wants should not be ......

"Huh? What is the painting that Mrs. Zhou is talking about? Painting Thirteen asked suspiciously.

"In the hands of Jingmo, the pharmacist of Qinyuan, there is an old painting of Zhou ten years ago. Do you know what to do when you go to Qinyuan for a doctor? Zhou Rong's eyes were burning and he was determined to look at the thirteenth painting.

Jing Mo on the side was already surging with thoughts in his heart, worried and suspicious. When she heard that Zhou Rong intended to ask Hua Thirteen to help him get the painting, she couldn't help but feel ridiculous, not to mention that she Jingmo was here at the moment, even if she wasn't there, how could Hua Thirteen agree to help Zhou Rong get the painting?

Jingmo looked at Hua Thirteen calmly, only to see him arch his hand shallowly, and replied respectfully: "Late life obeys orders." ”

Jingmo stared at Hua Thirteen in disbelief, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her autumn eyes were full of disgust, she didn't understand why Hua Thirteen was so obedient and flattering to Zhou Rong, could this be his usual face? Although she never knew what kind of person he was, at this moment, she felt for the first time that the boy in front of her was really strange.

Zhou Rong was happy to see the right person, laughed for a while, and hurriedly asked Jingmo in his arms to pour a glass of wine and present it to the painting thirteen.

Jingmo stared at Hua Thirteen with questioning eyes when he handed over the wine, pursed his lips, and said lukewarmly: "Hong Gongzi is so blessed to be appreciated by Zhou Lang, you know, this is something that no ordinary painter can ask for." ”

Painting 13 humbly and politely took the wine glass from Jingmo's hand, and replied slowly without being angry: "The white girl is even more blessed, being treated so lovingly by Mrs. Zhou, this is something that many girls in Chunmanlou can't look forward to." ”

The words are hot and cold, and only the two of them can hear what they are thinking about each other. Painting 13 raised his glass and drank the wine poured by Jingmo, swallowed his throat heavily, and said casually: "Mrs. Zhou, I dare to ask later, what is so special about that painting in Qinyuan that can make Mrs. Zhou bother looking for it ten years later?" ”

Zhou Rong's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the table full of dishes became a soldier for him, his teeth grinded, and he asked vigilantly: "What are you asking for?" How do you know there's something special about that painting? ”

Painting thirteen eyebrows tightened, eyes flickered and swirled, and then replied: "Mrs. Zhou, Ming people don't say dark words, later life knows that he can't go far with mediocre painting skills, fortunately thanks to Mrs. Zhou's wrong love, willing to follow the work of dogs and horses, the more you know in your later life, the more you can share your worries for Mrs. Zhou." ”

Painting Thirteen understands in his heart that Zhou Rong is irritable and suspicious by nature, and instead of pretending to be stupid and stunned to talk about him, and finally ending up being poisoned by Zhou Rong like Xu Fei, it is better to stop hiding it and let Zhou Rong know that Painting Thirteen is to surrender to him with a frank and unrestrained heart of fame and fortune, and he has brains better than Xu Fei, and will not let Zhou Rong knead and slaughter.

After all, villains have always stepped on villains, but they will not give up on smart people who are willing to go along with them.

Listening to Hua Thirteen's words as if he volunteered, Zhou Rong was surprised and relieved, but Jingmo's heart on the side was twisted, she had been completely stunned by him, what kind of heart did he have?

"Hahaha, it seems that Zhou didn't look at the wrong person. Yes, that painting, it does matter to me. Zhou Rong relaxed his guard, contemplated for a moment while picking up vegetables, and his voice was gloomy, "That year, a close friend of mine was going to travel far away, so I specially made a painting to give him a ride. Now that the Si man is gone, I can only find the painting and my heart will be at peace. Now, do you understand? ”

It's really a lot of affectionate words, if Fang just painted thirteen or faintly hate, after listening to Zhou Rong's words, he almost bit his teeth with hatred, who else can there be in Zhou Rong's so-called "best friend"?

Hua Thirteen couldn't help clenching the wine glass, and forced his face to tear out a shallow smile, and his respectful voice looked a little weird because of a hint of hatred: "Mrs. Zhou, you are really 'sincere' to treat 'best friends'." I don't know which predecessor can be treated so favorably by Mrs. Zhou? Isn't it Jiang Li and Jiang Taifu in the 'Hanlin Double Unique'? ”

There was a squeak, and Zhou Rong's chopsticks slipped from the palm of his hand to the table, and then fell from the table to the ground. Jing Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Rong suspiciously, only to see that his expression was cloudy, revealing an irrepressible gloomy horror.

"Who did you listen to?" Zhou Rong looked at Hua Thirteen with a pair of dry eyes without blinking, and asked coldly.

Seeing this situation, the thirteenth painting can already be determined, and the painting of Qinyuan is definitely related to Jiang Li's death. But how could the whereabouts of this painting fall ...... Suddenly, Painting Thirteen laughed heartily and informally:

"Everyone knows that the two seniors, Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Jiang, are confidants and close friends, and the younger generations have naturally heard of it. By the way, Mrs. Zhou, dare to ask, what is your relationship with Qinyuan Jingmo? ”

When Hua Thirteen spoke, her eyes kept looking at Zhou Rong steadily, ignoring Jingmo's nervousness and trepidation in the afterglow, she seemed to be begging him with her eyes not to ask any more.

Zhou Rong's eyes rolled slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, and asked, "Why are you asking this?" ”

Once a person has done something unspeakable, he must always be on guard and vigilant, and after a long time, he cannot even relax for a moment to eat or say a word. From this point of view, perhaps the painting thirteen and Zhou Rong are the same, and even the three people at the dinner table are the same. The difference is that there is a cause and an effect, and there is a disaster.

"The younger generation thought, if Mrs. Zhou and the Beijing pharmacist have some friendship, coupled with Mrs. Zhou's prestige, I will move it with affection and reason, and I will be able to get the painting easily."

Hua Thirteen explained sincerely, but he knew in his heart that since Jingmo was lurking beside Zhou Rong so hard, how could he easily hand over the painting to Zhou Rong. It's just that he has to figure out whether Jingmo is involved or not, and which link pulled her in.

"You don't have to mention me. Cheating and stealing, no matter what means you use, you can get the painting, you don't have to ask anything else, and you can't ask half a sentence. Did I make it clear? Zhou Rong suddenly commanded coldly.

Hua Thirteen lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head obediently, although Zhou Rong did not answer his question, sometimes it was an answer if he did not answer - there must be a hidden thing that made Zhou Rong unspeakable and unspeakable.

Zhou Rong slowed down, and then asked with a pleasant face: "I see that your painting method does not seem to be a serious genre, let me ask you, do you have a teacher?" ”

"My master......" Hua Thirteen clenched his palms, suppressed the sudden twitching between his eyebrows, and looked at Zhou Rong with eyes as indifferent as ice and snow in the middle of winter, and replied: "He is an ordinary person. One day, he took in a dog from the road, but who knew that the dog was crazy and sick, and when he bit my master, he died. ”

Only sympathetic people would notice the hatred behind the sorrow in Hua Thirteen's eyes, and Zhou Rong's compassion had long since been exhausted, so he couldn't see the complex darkness in Hua Thirteen's eyes at all, and even forgot to suspect the young man in front of him who was just the right age and had a birthmark on his face. But Jing Mo in Zhou Rong's arms noticed that there was a wisp of deep resentment wandering in the eyes of Hua Thirteen.

"I see." Zhou Rong raised his eyebrows and nodded nonchalantly, and said earnestly: "No wonder your painting skills are unremarkable." In this way, if you get that painting of Qinyuan, I will reward you for the rest of my life. If you want to make a name for yourself in the Da Yin painting world, how can you not worship a famous teacher? Hahaha. ”

Jingmo and Hua Thirteen couldn't help but be secretly taken aback, Hua Thirteen was about to say something, but when he saw Zhou Rong suddenly remembered something, his slightly intimate attitude towards Hua Thirteen suddenly became much more alienated, and he smashed his mouth solemnly and asked:

"By the way, half red-faced, you say, why would Xu Da be ruthless to me at all costs? If I'm not mistaken, he broke in through the window of your room, why is he guarding your room? Did you know he was right outside the window? ”