Guan Tianyu covered her face with a history book, blocking her expression, only to hear the book behind the low reply: "No." The wind was too strong and I was blinded. ”

Another child named Ji Yue is the most clever and lively, every time he says something annoying, Guan Tianyu doesn't know how many "Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wu Ji" to comfort himself, and later, after Ji Yue said the wrong thing, he himself will use "Tong Yan Wu Ji" plus a coquettish hug to save Guan Tianyu's heart. At this moment, he pouted and muttered, "Xiao Yu, is the wind in the house so strong?"

Painting Thirteen was only half a foot away from Guan Tianyu, close enough that he could hear the whispers of two children, close enough that he could see the moon-like face hidden behind the history books, and there were teardrops quietly falling, as if boiling hot water was poured on his scabbed wound, not painful, but very numb. He had to grit the root of his teeth, swallow his throat hard, suppress all the emotions rushing up, and stand there as if nothing had happened.

He knew she recognized him.

Because she is not Zhou Rong, not Yin Chenglian, she is Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, who drank a well and chanted a poem together when they were still in their mother's womb. She was the one who went through the war with him, and she was the one who later walked with him into the unfathomable palace walls. She is the person he has been protecting and accompanying all those years, and she is also the person he has been guilty and angry about all these years. And what about her? The only female historian in Dayin today is still the clever ghost Xiao Yu back then? Also, who are the two children she brought with her at this time? He remembered that all these years he had been asking the caravan in Beijing in the desert to inquire about her. Well, promoted, and unmarried, are the most reassuring words he has heard every year in the past ten years.

Hua Thirteen hesitated how to hide his eyes and say a few words to Guan Tianyu, when a figure like a wild horse suddenly broke in from outside the crowd of black oppressors.

"My dear mother! Blind God! What kind of sin has our Xu family created? A landslide-like cry suddenly filled Xu Fei's entire room, Xu Da probably heard the news from the outside, and as soon as he came in, he couldn't stand steadily, and suddenly pounced on Xu Fei's cold corpse, and the whole person sobbed uncontrollably, like five thunderbolts.

"O my brother! Why is God so short-sighted? I just went out to buy some delicious food and drink to celebrate in the afternoon, why are you not there as soon as I come back? What the fuck should I do? Xu Da didn't care about the presence of any big officials, and he was not afraid of everyone's jokes, so he let go of his throat and cried.

For the people in his heart, Hua Thirteen never hesitated to take out the strongest and most sincere affection, but for irrelevant people who only have use value or even have no use value, he has long learned to be indifferent and indifferent. Therefore, when everyone sympathized with Xu Da's miserable and miserable cry, he surprisingly calmly grasped the key point that flashed in Xu Da's words, and asked in a gentle tone:

"Celebrating? What are you brothers celebrating? ”

Painting 13 heard Xu Da say that he would go out to buy drinks and dishes in the afternoon, but the results of the preliminary trial came out in the evening, could it be that they already knew something?

Xu Da spat and cried and shouted, "Celebrate that my brother has finally won the favor of Mrs. Zhou!" Two days ago, he kept muttering something 'Mrs. Zhou has a painting in his painting', painting and painting! What the fuck is this! Brother! It's Big Brother I'm sorry for you! It's all my fault, if you have to go to Beijing to make a result, it's all my fault! I'm damned! What the hell should I-"

"Huh? Xu Da, Xu Da? Wake up! Wake up! ”

When everyone saw that Xu Da was overly sad, they were so angry that they suddenly fainted and leaned back, suddenly panicked, and they couldn't fully understand his rambling words.

When the thirteenth painting heard this, his eyebrows suddenly frowned deeply with vigilance. Although Xu Da said the previous sentence and the next sentence, after a little thought, Xu Fei was able to so confidently celebrate that he had won Zhou Rong's favor before the results of the preliminary trial were announced in the evening, and with his mediocre level of painting skills and unremarkable background, he must have acted in private. But Xu Fei has no money and no power, and Zhou Rong has always had eyes on the top of his head when he treats people who can't get enough real benefits, and he loves to ignore them. There can only be two reasons why Zhou Rong has to give Xu Fei the illusion that "this Taifu is blue-eyed to you": temptation and threat, in Xu Fei's situation, the former is far from qualified, it is very likely to be the latter, and Xu Fei seems to be completely ignorant of the threat to Zhou Rong, so he will have a secret carnival before his death.

So, what kind of threat is it? Painting Thirteen was very keenly in his mind, secretly recalling what Xu Da said, "There are words in Mrs. Zhou's words", why is there something in the words? Not only does it sound unreasonable, but this statement is also very offensive to Zhou Rong, although Xu Da is an open-mouthed, reckless big mouth, but he is not so stupid as to say to a high-minded person in front of him: You have something to say.

There are words in the words, words?

Hua Thirteen frowned and thought to himself, but saw that Jingmo seemed to react greatly to Xu Da's words, her eyebrows were shallow, her eyes were lowered, and her petal-like upper lip was biting her lower lip, and her meditative appearance seemed to be ten times more confused than that of Hua Thirteen.

Yin Chenglian, who was standing on the side, did not carve elm wood, he firmly pinched Mrs. Zhou mentioned in Xu Da's words, raised a pair of sword eyebrows, and said to Zhou Rong in a three-point joking and questioning tone:

"It turns out that Zhou Junma has a good eye for this Xu Fei painter? What a vision! Look at the two brothers who are happy, and they want to celebrate in the afternoon. ”

The clear-eyed person immediately heard that Yin Chenglian's words seemed to be meaningful, and couldn't help but look at Zhou Rong without saying a word.

Zhou Rong saw Yin Chenglian bite back triumphantly, and he had already gritted his teeth in his heart, but on the surface, he had to look calm, even if he couldn't steal chickens and rice, he had to be patient and replied with kind words:

This Xu Dadu has fainted from grief and grief, and his mind has long been unclear, how can he believe what he says? Your Highness don't spray people with blood in front of Lord Guan, Zhou can't stand such jokes. ”

Yin Chenglian looked at Guan Tianyu, who had not started to write at this time, and couldn't help but ask with some confusion and unwillingness: "Master Guan, why don't you remember what I said now?" Fang Cai is like a stone and works hard to write! ”

Guan Tianyu glanced lightly at Yin Chenglian, who had nothing to do, and replied in a flat tone that was almost cold: "I was ordered to record the case, Your Highness has nothing to do with the case at the moment, and what you say is not worth remembering." ”

"You...... I ......" Yin Chenglian was caught off guard by this Guan Daren, who didn't know whether he was too much or too cold, and he was speechless for a while, and his heart was depressed.

Hua 13 saw that Yin Chenglian's face was full of unhappiness for Guan Tianyu, and he couldn't help but feel very funny in his heart, this sometimes smart and clever prince who resembled a personal spirit, and sometimes a child who had not grown up in school was like a child who had not grown up. I didn't hear that Guan Tianyu's words were actually directed at him, and he didn't remember his words because he had nothing to do with the case, that is to say, this life was no longer related to His Royal Highness the Prince.

Hua Thirteen raised his eyes to look at Guan Tianyu, who was standing quietly with low eyes, and couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in her heart, she remembered that Yin Chenglian was the "rotten orange" he had mentioned to her countless times, so she reminded His Royal Highness Cheng. But his heart turned from warm to cold in a blink of an eye, because no matter how long he stared at her, Guan Tianyu just refused to raise his eyes by half an inch, and even tilted his chin slightly, as if he didn't want to see him.

She hated him in her heart.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of "clang" armor smashing the ground downstairs of the art gallery, and everyone heard the prestige, and found that Zhang Yueheng brought the elite soldiers who guarded the art gallery to put down the long knives in their hands, took off the armor on their heads, and bowed their heads to the people at the door as if they were being inspected on the battlefield, and everyone was stunned, because the people who came from outside the door were dressed in dark purple and silver gray graceful clothes, and the whole person looked like a middle-aged man with a lofty and elegant demeanor. It's like the autumn night bamboo that invites the moon, why let this group of elite soldiers who once dominated the battlefield treat each other so politely?

"See General Xuanyuan!"

The hall suddenly sounded an impassioned voice of worship, which was quite heroic. The comer waved his sleeves, and there was a sound of armor rubbing, and all the soldiers stood up in unison.

Ying Chengzhao couldn't help but jump slightly when he saw the comer, and the drunkenness in Zhang Yueheng's eyes that was indistinguishable day and night clearly retreated. A few of the high-ranking people in the field took the lead in saluting the comers:

"See His Royal Highness King Xuan!"

The visitor was walking into the gallery at this time, but he stopped in front of an old and dilapidated tent propped up in the center of the lobby of the gallery, looked at one person in the crowd, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was full of the sound of the flowing waterfall stone:

"It's a good drunk to pick up the lamp and look at the sword, and dream back to blow the horn and the battalion. General Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come unharmed. ”

The King Xuan in the mouth of this minister, that is, the General Xuanyuan in the mouth of the soldiers, is the third brother of the current emperor, Yin Yuanxun. This prince is as his name, in the early years with the first emperor to fight around, accumulated countless merits, the first half of his life is probably from the war-torn battlefield to survive, and later after the death of the first emperor, Da Yin changed another situation, except for the occasional big war that requires him to personally lead the troops to go out, he is all living in the house, closed doors, in the prosperous imperial capital to cultivate bamboo and bamboo, bent on a clean mind.

"There is Lord Lao worried." Zhang Yueheng put away the long knife and replied lukewarmly.

Ying Chengzhao asked anxiously with suspicion: "I don't know that the prince is coming, and the official has missed the distance, and I hope to forgive the sin." Dare to ask the prince who has always lived in a simple place, why did he suddenly come to this small art gallery? ”

Ying Chengzhao had a good official frame in his words, and he still proudly called himself "this official" instead of "lower official" in front of the prince, that is, this Xuan King of Idle Clouds and Wild Cranes didn't care about this, and said lightly:

"The winter is getting stronger, the hundred trees of Xianyunlu are withering, this king was going to go to the east of the city to see a batch of winter bamboos newly transported into Beijing in Yunnan, passing by here, I heard that Cheng'er was causing trouble again, so I came in to see, how could Lord Ying and Tianyu also be there?"

Ying Chengzhao bowed slightly, and replied without much respect: "I see, the prince's Xianyunlu has indeed put a lot of thought into it." The two of us have come here by divine command to find out the facts of the case. ”

"Oh? How's it going? King Xuan said as he walked to Guan Tianyu's side, as if he was already very familiar with it.

Guan Tianyu's perennial cold look on her face eased a little after seeing Queen Xuan, she presented the few pages of history books that had just been recorded to King Xuan for a few looks, and replied respectfully: "I have roughly investigated the cause of death of the deceased, and it has nothing to do with His Royal Highness Cheng." ”

After King Xuan stared at the history book, he couldn't help but raise his finger and point to the words on it, and asked, "Who is this half-faced?" ”

Hua Thirteen took half a step forward, bowed respectfully, and replied: "Hui Wangye, there is a little painter in the gallery below, half red." ”

King Xuan patted Hua Thirteen's shoulder with a smile and said approvingly: "There are indeed many young talents in the gallery, and this young man not only has the wisdom and wisdom to analyze the details, but also has the extraordinary courage to speak up. Thanks to this half-faced, Cheng'er is innocent, but it's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, Lord Ying, don't you say? ”

Ying Chengzhao knew that as soon as he came up, he was a little weak about Yin Cheng's conclusion about practicing the coffin, and he didn't dare to refute anything.

Painting thirteen was praised by King Xuan like this, and everyone's eyes suddenly fell on this birthmark boy who had unknowingly shown his face several times in public, including Jingmo at the end of the crowd. The difference is that Jingmo's pair of autumn waves are filled with relief and joy for him. And this time, looking at the painting thirteen, there was finally the female historian who had never painted thirteen head-on, and the two of them looked at each other, looking through the whole ten years, and they were in a trance for a while.

"Tianyu, you guys, know?" King Xuan seemed to sense that there was a slight difference in the expressions of the two, and everyone was waiting for the reply of the two people for a while.

Hua Thirteen suddenly retracted his gaze, fixed his mind, and his gaze fell through the crowd on Jing Mo, who was looking at each other from afar, and she was also waiting for him to reply, whether he and Guan Tianyu knew each other.