"Who made one of the sisters in my building have a deep affection for this red seal artist!" Red Sleeves' words drilled into Hua Thirteen's heart, causing a string of ripples, and she said angrily, "If you only take what you promised me as a fart, you don't have to look for my wife from now on!" ”

As he spoke, Red Sleeves turned around and walked outside, but was stopped by Zhang Yueheng, who was extremely nervous: "Sleeve Niang!" Don't you understand my heart for you! Isn't it just a greasy-haired and powdery boy, okay, okay, let him live in, my knife is not old, he doesn't dare to make any mistakes. ”

When Red Sleeves heard this, he immediately turned around happily, clinged to Zhang Yueheng's body, and muttered lightly: "Your knife is not old, and the old lady has to try it to know that I will wait for you in Chunmanlou for the past three days." ”

After speaking, she turned her back on Zhang Yueheng's stupid gaze and twisted it out leisurely, like a water snake. When she walked around in front of Thirteen, she stopped, raised her hand to pinch Thirteen's chin, and a pair of gazelle round eyes looked at the left side of his face, and smacked her lips: "There will be a period later." ”

"Huh?" Painting Thirteen looked at the gaudy and dissolute half-aged in front of him in confusion.

"There will be a date later," she said. Red Sleeves pursed his lips, glanced at Suzaku behind the thirteenth of the paintings, and waved the handkerchief in his hand, "Come on, I have done what she asked me to do, and I will bring it if I want to carry it." If you want to find her, you have to do it early, if it's late, I'm afraid she won't be in the capital. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Painting Thirteen watched in a daze as the red sleeves disappeared into the night, only the cold wind hit his left side of his face, and his concern for a person became more and more serious.

"Let's go, I'll show you my study." Yin Chenglian invited Hua 13 to walk into the gate of the Prince's Mansion, in the mansion, the red walls were mottled, and the afterimages were swaying, this scene made Hua 13 couldn't help but think of the skinny and hungry camel skeleton that he had witnessed in the desert, and the glory and growth had become yesterday's smoke clouds.

As he walked through the verandah, where the red paint was worn out, he burst out laughing when he saw a large patch of bare grass peeking out from the well.

"Painting Thirteen, what are you laughing at?" Yin Chenglian looked at Hua Thirteen's gaze, and his eyebrows gradually wrinkled.

Hua Thirteen raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and prevaricated: "No, nothing, I just saw that the shape of the turf was funny, and I couldn't help laughing, and I asked His Highness for forgiveness." ”

Xiaodouzi, who was following behind, suddenly couldn't help but giggle, and interjected: "The Thirteenth Prince doesn't know, a long time ago, there was a stone beast next to the well, His Royal Highness was stubborn when he was young, and when something didn't go his way, he would climb on the stone beast and pee at the mouth of the well......"

"Little Bean!" Yin Chenglian knocked the back of Xiaodouzi's head hard, "Don't talk nonsense!" Hurry up and settle down for the young man and the Vermilion Bird girl. ”

Little Douzi rubbed her head with a bitter face, made a grimace, and walked to the backyard with Changling and Suzaku. Painting Thirteen smiled and walked through the verandah, stopping in front of a house in the thick shadows of the trees.

"How do you know the study is here?" Instead, Yin Chenglian followed Hua Thirteen over, and he asked puzzledly.

Hua Thirteen was slightly stunned, and said with a smile as usual: "I have also painted a few mansions, and the layout of the rooms is similar, and it just happened to be the right one." ”

"Come in." Yin Chenglian pushed open the door, reflecting the bright candles with high fever in the four corners, and the four walls were full of paintings of all sizes, from the landscape scenery to the beauties of flowers and birds, overwhelmingly came into view, and the lower right corner of each painting was written without exception with a famous name.

"Draw thirteen." Yin Chenglian's expression was much more serious, "Since your paintings flowed into the capital through the caravan seven years ago, I must have bought at least three paintings every month, and today, there are a total of two hundred and forty-eight paintings here. ”

Painting Thirteen's gaze swept over each wall, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised and shocked, he never thought that his paintings could be so neatly gathered: "Your Highness is so blue-eyed, Thirteen is terrified. ”

Yin Chenglian approached Painting Thirteen, carefully looked at the red mark on the left side of his face, frowned, and asked, "Do you know why I have been buying these paintings of yours for many years?" ”

Painting thirteen's heart tightened, and secretly said badly: "Why? ”

Yin Cheng walked past the paintings on the wall, his gloomy gaze across each piece of paper: "Because, every time I buy a painting, I will know that the person who painted it is still alive." ”

Painting Thirteen's whole heart fell so hard that he sank hard, stunned in place and unable to move, he didn't know why Yin Chenglian's tone was so determined, and he didn't know when he was recognized: "Do you know who I am?" ”

"Yes." Yin Chenglian nodded, but shook his head faintly, "I don't know." ”

Then, he walked through the four corners of the room, extinguished the bright candles one by one, leaving only a candle as faint as a bean, and he pointed to the paintings on the wall and looked at the thirteen: "Look. ”

With a "poof", a faint candlelight suddenly lit up a hundred and ten paintings, like a little spark burning the prairie at a moment. The bright light fell on Yin Chenglian's stunned and suddenly realized eyes, and he moved his throat: "Sure enough." ”

"Your Highness understands my paintings." Painting Thirteen asked tentatively.

"I understand the paintings of the Jiang School." Yin Chenglian looked at the eyes of Hua Thirteen with a complicated expression, "When my uncle created the 'Firefly Afterglow' painting method in his early years, he shocked the painting world and amazed the world. Today's review, the "Phoenix Picture" you painted was reborn through the last ray of sunset, and I realized that the paintings I have collected over the years have all hidden the legacy of the Jiang School! Are you an old Jiang faction? ”

Hua Thirteen's heart tightened and loosened, he looked at Yin Chenglian's eyes that were extremely excited, and gritted his teeth and asked, "Your Highness thinks who am I?" ”

Yin Chenglian looked at the birthmark on the left side of the painted thirteen, his stubborn and unruly eyes were flushed with a slight red, he swallowed his throat, and asked with difficulty: "You, do you recognize Bai Xifeng?" ”

Xi Xi night breeze slipped in through the crack in the window, and the painting paper on the wall suddenly sounded, and the two people stood silently, looking at each other.

"He was pushed from the cliff to the bottom of the Lei Gong Gorge." Draw thirteen words and slowly say them one by one.

"By whom?" Yin Chenglian's eyes flickered brightly and darkly.

"Don't you know who was the one who brutally murdered the disciples of the Jiang Sect back then?" Painting Thirteen is silently terrifying.

"It's him." Yin Chenglian clenched his fists, his eyes getting lower and lower, "I never believe that he, who is deeply relied on and promoted by his uncle, could do such a downhill thing." ”

"His Highness is wrong, he is not a stone. He has always been the murderer who digs a deadly trap with his own hands. "Painting Thirteen looked calm and starved, "His Royal Highness was young back then, and Queen Jiang has been bound here since her death, until the emperor is buried by Mrs. Jiang, and His Royal Highness is not allowed to go out of the house for half a step, so it is understandable that he does not understand the cause and effect." ”

"You ......" Yin Chenglian's gaze once again stared incredulously at the birthmark on Hua Thirteen's face, but then stared at his eyes with great determination, grabbing Hua Thirteen's shoulders, "You are Xiaobai!" ”

For the first time in so many years, Painting Thirteen let down all his guards, allowed tears to flow into his eyes, and smiled calmly and carefree.

"Master Junma, do you still want to send the letter to Yingfu so late? Will you-"

"Slap", before Steward Luo finished speaking, Zhou Rong raised his hand and raised a teacup and threw it in front of Steward Luo.

"Go now! Go now! One more day if he lives, and I won't live in peace! Zhou Rong slapped the table and roared.

"Master Junma, but, with your handwritten letter alone, will Lord Ying agree to help?" Steward Luo asked nervously.

Zhou Rong sneered, and an infinite gloomy cold light surged in his eyes: "Hmph." It is true that Ying Chengzhao is becoming more and more noble, and he may refute my face in other things, but if it is for the sake of face-to-face matters, he will definitely help me without saying a word. ”

The night is as dark as ink, but there is a place in the capital where the night is deeper and darker. Passing through the majestic gate of Yingfu, except for a few cold-faced soldiers wearing helmets and armor, the courtyard is secluded and unfathomable.

"Midwinter is coming, famine is everywhere, in addition to the northwest land that must have suffered in the past years has led to starvation all over the wilderness, Yunnan is also suffering from natural disasters, there are often villagers who change their children and eat, countless prime-aged people fall into the grass for the coward, frequent northward offenses, turmoil. My lord, how is this good? ”

I don't know if it was the lights or the words of his subordinates that drove away the fatigue of the cold night, Ying Chengzhao, who was sitting in the hall, opened a pair of small bean eyes like torches in high spirits, stared and pondered, and after a long time, asked: "How did the emperor give the order?" ”

"The emperor has decreed that 100,000 taels of silver be allocated from the treasury for disaster relief."

Ying Chengzhao took a deep breath faintly, and the two mustaches on his lips trembled slightly: "This money is transferred from the treasury, at least through the hands of five layers of officials, and if you rub a little oil and water on each layer, there will not be much left." ”

"In my opinion, what should I do?"

"The northwest is focused on the distribution of grain, you send a letter to Lord Liu, just say that I ask him to personally bring the grain to the northwest to supervise the distribution, he is a veteran of the two dynasties, his life is innocent, and when he is about to return to his hometown, he will not fill his pocket." Ying Chengzhao said while coiling the two smooth walnuts in his palm.

"Yes. The subordinates will do it tomorrow. And what about the chaotic and turbulent Yunnan? ”

"The urgency of Yunnan lies in the chaos, and a military attache with deep prestige and integrity must be sent over to settle it." Ying Chengzhao squeaked and turned the walnut in his palm again, and pondered with his eyebrows, when a hurried figure walked in outside the door.

"Lord Ying, my Zhou Junma sent me to deliver something."

Ying Chengzhao recognized that the person who came was Zhou Rong's confidant Steward Luo, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows suspiciously and asked, "What is it?" ”

Steward Luo raised his head and glanced at the attendants on both sides, and it was not until Ying Chengzhao retreated the others that he took out the envelope from his sleeve: "It is a handwritten letter from my family's county horse, which is related to an old incident ten years ago." ”

Ying Chengzhao's face changed suddenly, he stood up from the chair, hurriedly took the letter in Steward Luo's hand, and couldn't wait to open it, and after reading it at a glance and ten lines, his face became more and more ugly, and then he put the letter on the candle flame and burned it until he watched the letter turn into ashes.

"You've also seen that boy in the capital?" Ying Chengzhao frowned.

"Not bad. Lord Ying, this person is the little painter who came out of His Royal Highness the Prince at the scene of Xu Fei's murder that day. At first, he reined in his painting skills and hid from the world, but he became a blockbuster when he was reviewed. Steward Luo told one by one.

"Could your adult recognize the wrong person? I remember that the child was born white and pure, and there was no trace of red or purple on his face. Could it be that he is jealous in his heart and wants to use my hand to remove the thorn in his eye? Ying Chengzhao asked cautiously step by step.

"Adults have a good memory. The old slave remembered that both the adults and my family firmly believed in one thing, that is, it was better to kill by mistake than to let go. Killing this painter, whether it is for adults or for my family's horses, will be a good move. Besides, my family is convinced that this person is that person. ”

Ying Chengzhao glanced at Steward Luo's determined look, hesitated for a moment, nodded slowly, and after Steward Luo knelt down and thanked him, he turned around and left.

"Wait a minute." Ying Chengzhao suddenly remembered something and called Steward Luo, "Go back and tell Zhou Rong that he owes me a favor, and he will pay me back when he should pay it back." ”

Steward Luo smiled and bowed in agreement. After Ying Chengzhao watched the old slave beside Zhou Rong walk away, he clapped three times at the back of the hall, and a black shadow flew out in an instant, as fast as a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

"What do you command?" The black shadow knelt in front of Ying Chengzhao with great tameness, quietly listening to the dispatch.

"Changji, there's something I'm going to leave to you." Ying Chengzhao patted the kneeling man on the shoulder with trust, and he was carrying a strangely shaped and intricate box on his back, and he also trembled slightly.