"Zhou Lang, don't look half red in front of people, he looks like a humble gentleman, but as soon as the slave family arrived in his room, he was simply a hungry ghost, and he almost ...... the slave family" Jingmo Lihua complained with rain.

When Zhou Rong heard her say this, his expression gradually changed from surprise to joy, and he was a little more sure in his heart, and asked anxiously: "Wan'er, say so, you didn't ask anything?" ”

Jing Mo went to cry and told Zhou Rong the origin of the thirteenth painting told her, Zhou Rong nodded thoughtfully, at this time, Steward Luo suddenly asked to see him from outside the door, and as soon as he entered the door, he glanced at Jing Mo with an embarrassed face, and said to Zhou Rong with a smile: "Master Junma, it's time for supper, and the white girl's sedan chair is also ready." ”

Zhou Rong understood, and sent his subordinates to send Jingmo away.

"How are you going to listen?" Zhou Rong confirmed to the housekeeper again.

"I listened outside the door, like a hungry tiger pounced." After describing in detail the words and movements he heard, the butler leaned closer to Zhou Rong's ear and asked, "There is another person waiting for the county master to cook." ”

Zhou Rong snorted coldly, raised his hand and gestured fiercely, Steward Luo understood, and stepped back to do something.

It was already the middle of the night, and the hunting night wind blew a pill of cool moon onto the bare branches, and the light and shadow were swaying.

"What's going on?" In the room, Hua Thirteen put down a Luo shirt left by Jingmo in his hand, and hurriedly handed a cup of hot tea to Chang Ling, who returned with the stars and the moon.

"Thirteen less, it's a big deal! Another life is gone! Chang Ling was so anxious that he stomped his feet again and again.

The teacup was empty in the palm of the painting thirteen, his eyebrows jumped, and he sighed heavily: "Is it Xu Da?" ”

Chang Ling replied in disbelief: "Thirteen young man, how do you know! When I was passing by the Zhou Mansion just now, I overheard a few family members saying that Xu Da committed suicide in prison! ”

"It should spread as soon as it dawns." Painting Thirteen poured tea with a gloomy expression, "I didn't expect him to start so quickly." ”

Chang Ling sat heavily on the stool, pouted and said with a bitter face: "The Xu brothers are so pitiful, they are not bad people, why did they die so inexplicably?" They were the first friends we met after we entered Beijing. ”

"Changling, what stupid things are you talking about." Painting 13 put down the teacup, his face was as pale as autumn frost, and said slowly, "Irrelevant human life should be regarded as the night breeze blowing your sleeves and shaking your hands." ”

Chang Ling was stunned on the stool like an ignorant child, and he didn't know what to say. In fact, Chang Ling has not heard of painting thirteen such a cold and frosty tone for a long time, painting thirteen in the desert is always silent, after arriving in the capital, he no longer has a thorn in the body that used to reject people thousands of miles away, a lot of warmth, but always hot and cold, not to mention others, even painting thirteen himself may not be able to distinguish when it is true and when it is false.

"Changling, what you encounter in Beijing, just treat it lightly. I want your sword to be as fast here as it was in the desert, you've missed it once. Drawing Thirteen reminded in a tone without any waves.

Chang Ling suddenly thought of the time when she was broken by Jing Mo when he assassinated Jing Mo, nodded obediently "um", and replied: "By the way, Thirteen Shao, I have already found out that she entered Beijing five years ago, and she has been practicing medicine silently and has never become famous." ”

"Five years ago?" Painting Thirteen pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Before that, where did she move?" ”

"Although she is unknown in the capital, she has been famous in the rivers and lakes for her 'makeup technique' before, and it seems that she was in Sichuan and Shu at the earliest." Although Chang Ling is difficult to understand the discord of personnel, he can never be ambiguous when he explores various news.

"The Sichuan and Shu area..."Some fragments flashed quickly in Hua Thirteen's mind, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, and after being stunned for a moment, he shook his head and muttered to himself, "No, it has long been destroyed, how can there be any living mouth." ”

"Who's at the door?" Chang Ling heard a sound outside the door, jumped to the door, and opened the door open.

"I'm here to retrieve my shirt." Jingmo stood at the door a little helplessly, with a slight wave.

Thirteen eyebrows twitched, wondering if her had heard their words just now. He returned her Luo shirt with both hands, the cold expression on his face suddenly warmed, and he looked at Jing Mo with a smile and said, "It seems that Mrs. Zhou is very satisfied with Miss Bai's efforts." ”

There was no smile in Jing Mo's eyes: "After presenting the painting to him tomorrow, how sure are you that the secret of the painting will be revealed?" ”

"Fifty percent." Hua Thirteen looked at the stunned Jingmo, and before she was about to question anxiously, she continued to say calmly, "The remaining fifty percent is up to you." ”

"Me?"

Painting Thirteen whispered a few words to the puzzled Jingmo, Jingmo's eyebrows sometimes frowned, sometimes stretched, and finally nodded, and the two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. Before she left, there was a complicated alienation and even vigilance in her eyes.

The next morning, first a special sedan chair prepared by the Zhou Mansion from the Spring Manlou car along the path into the house, a moment later, a white-clothed man with a painting came to the door to visit, and smashed the bright morning sun in front of the house.

"Half red! I didn't think you came so early! Come on in! Zhou Rong saw Hua Thirteen coming with things from a distance, and immediately greeted him with a smile.

Hua Thirteen walked to the hall and found that the table was full of all kinds of picture scrolls, his eyes inadvertently slid over Jingmo beside Zhou Rong, and the two quietly bowed their heads to each other.

"It turns out that Mrs. Zhou is accompanying the white girl to enjoy the paintings, and she was born early, which disturbs Mrs. Zhou's taste." Painting Thirteen said with a deep smile.

"Haha. You got the painting in your hands so quickly? It's really impressive for Zhou. Zhou Rong's eyes lit up and stared straight at the painting in his thirteenth hand.

"It happened that it was dark last night, and my feet were empty, and I fell cold, so I went to Qinyuan to seek medical advice under the pretext of going to Qinyuan, and I took a little effort to get this painting." Painting 13 spoke eloquently, and his tone was full of poise.

Zhou Rong glanced at the swollen slap marks on the left side of Hua Thirteen's face, and the birthmarks on the ground rose, and he was very satisfied, and looked at Jingmo with pity.

Covering up a big lie with a small lie, Painting Thirteen knew that this would not make Zhou Rong suspicious.

Zhou Rong took the painting presented by the thirteenth painting, his hands trembled three times, as if he was not receiving a piece of thin paper, but a heavy jack, he couldn't wait to spread it, his slightly trembling hands suddenly clutched the painting scroll tightly, and he was silently stunned for a long time.

Seeing Zhou Rong's reaction, Jingmo looked at Hua Thirteen suspiciously, worried about whether there was anything wrong, Hua Thirteen looked back at her peacefully, and her troubled heart was a little quieter.

Zhou Rong suddenly turned his head and asked the thirteenth painting with a fierce look in his eyes: "Half red, have you opened this painting?" ”

"Looked." Hua Thirteen glanced at Zhou Rong's hands that were clenching the green muscles on the ground, and he couldn't take his eyes off Zhou Rong's fierce gaze.

"So, what do you see?" The green tendons on Zhou Rong's forehead were already faintly visible, and these words were squeezed out from between the clenched tooth sockets.

"Please ask Mrs. Zhou to forgive your sins first, and only dare to say it later." Painting 13 suddenly fell to his knees and begged for mercy in a trembling manner. Jingmo was very surprised on the side, and he didn't know what medicine was sold in the painting of the thirteen gourds.

"You said come and listen, I don't blame you for being wrong." What Zhou Rong thought in his heart was that once a second person saw the doorway, it would not be a question of whether to blame or not, but whether to spare his life.

"According to the late life, Mrs. Zhou's painting-" Painting Thirteen looks like a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, looking at the narrow and fierce light in Zhou Rong's eyes, he continued, "Although the painting of green mountains and green waters is successful, the beauty is beautiful, and there is nothing new, which is not as good as the masterpiece of Zhou Taifu's later period." ”

Zhou Rong's tense expression suddenly relaxed a lot: "Do you really think so?" ”

"Late life will tell you the truth, if there is any offense, I hope that Mrs. Zhou will forgive you." Painting thirteen begged for mercy in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Hahaha. You saved my life and helped me get what I had been asking for for years, how could I blame you? Zhou Rong put away the painting with satisfaction and patted Hua Thirteen's shoulder heavily, "I remember asking you if you had a master last time, and you said that he had already passed away. Zhou appreciates your talent very much, I don't know if you want to be Zhou's apprentice, he will go into the palace with me to repair paintings, and work together in the Hanlin Painting Garden? ”

Painting the thirteenth eyebrow peak shrank suddenly, that's right, the purpose of his trip was to re-enter the palace through the art gallery, if he could become Zhou Rong's apprentice, he would definitely be able to find the evidence of his poisoning back then, bring him down, and destroy him.

"Thank you Mrs. Zhou for your kindness!" Painting thirteen was deeply stunned, and replied solemnly, "However, the late life was once told by the masters, saying that the late life is a hundred years of heavenly evil solitary star, born to kill his parents, grow up to kill the master, and now even the Xu brothers who have just met in Beijing have been killed by me, and the late life is frightened, and he is not worthy of being under the door of Mrs. Zhou." But Wansheng must do his best, willing to be a dog at Mrs. Zhou's feet, and be sent at his disposal. ”

It is better to insult himself as an enemy dog than to recognize him as a master, even if it will miss many opportunities. The word master is exactly the boundary between drawing thirteen true and false acting.

Jingmo couldn't help but be surprised, no matter what the purpose of painting Thirteen was, Zhou Rong opened his mouth to accept him as an apprentice, it was definitely beneficial and harmless, he had always been cunning and clever, and even did not hesitate to salivate his face and surrender to Zhou Rong with rhetoric, why was he so insistent on opposing this matter?

"Zhou Lang, look at you, you threw such a big reward for nothing, and scared everyone else's sons stupid." Jingmo smiled and pulled Zhou Rong to sit down, secretly gave Hua Thirteen a look, and motioned for him to accept it as soon as possible.

"Taifu Zhou, in his later life, was a native of the countryside, helpless, he just wanted to stay by Taifu's side as a cow and a horse, and he didn't dare to have other extravagant hopes." Painting Thirteen spoke in a low voice, and Jingmo was confused when he heard it.

"Do you really want nothing else?" Zhou Rong suddenly lowered his face and frowned at Painting Thirteen.

"I'm ......" painted Thirteen with a look of embarrassment, and glanced deeply at Jingmo.

Zhou Rong suddenly understood, his condensed brows suddenly relaxed, and he smiled heartily "haha": "It turns out that you are still an amorous person with half a red face, and you don't love fame and beauty?" ”

Painting 13 raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose and smiled sheepishly. But the seriousness and sobriety in his eyes were by no means ambiguous, and he knew that the more he exposed his weaknesses in front of Zhou Rong to divert attention, the more Zhou Rong would relax his vigilance.

"But for those you shouldn't covet, you have to put away your lustful guts, understand?" Zhou Rong was trembling and majestic, but his tone was clearly a lot more relaxed, "You don't want the honor I give, and you shouldn't want the woman you want, even so, do you want anything else?" ”

Painting thirteen words and said, "I want this landscape painting." ”