Faced with a series of questions like pouring beans into the bamboo tube of the thirteenth painting, Zhou Rong's throat and eyes were struggling, but he couldn't spit out a word, cold sweat gradually oozed from his forehead, and everyone in the hall looked suspiciously at Zhou Rong, including the emperor.

At this time, suddenly a gorgeous and noble figure entered from the side door of the main hall, walked to Zhou Rong's side in a few steps, lightly grabbed Zhou Rong's arm, bowed and said with a smile: "See the emperor's brother-in-law, see the queen's sister." ”

"Pan'er, why are you here?" Queen Qiu, who had been sitting beside the emperor in a dignified and silent manner, said with disgust, "The Qingping banquet set up by the emperor today is different from the ordinary family banquet in your county lord's mansion, don't mess around." ”

"Sister, why not be my husband's companion to compare paintings and be his wife's companion? Emperor's brother-in-law, you said yes, right? Lord Qiu restrained his usual barbarism and looked at the emperor with a smile.

The emperor swept his eyes, and Queen Qiu quipped: "Who said that the Qiu family has no children?" I know that our Pan'er County Lord is stubborn, as strong as many men, and ten cows can't pull it. It's just that, Pan'er, you didn't come at the right time today. ”

"The emperor's brother-in-law, if Pan'er doesn't come at this moment, her husband will be framed by a traitor and imprisoned." Lord Qiu glanced at Jingmo and Hua Thirteen, "This little painter with the painting Thirteen on the left and right is simply a prostitute in Chun Manlou!" This vixen first seduced her husband, and when she didn't succeed, she turned to privately teach and accept it with the little painter in the gallery, colluded with her, and wanted to ruin my husband by any means! ”

"What? Is there such a thing? The emperor turned his gaze to Jingmo, who was dressed as a little girl.

"She's not a Qinglou woman!" Painting 13 took a deep look at Jingmo. Jingmo understood, spread out the tightly tied bun, and suddenly the green silk poured down her shoulders like a waterfall, she knelt on the ground quietly, and explained eloquently:

"Back to the emperor, I am not from Chunmanlou, nor am I from the capital. I, a pharmacist in Xinglin Valley, is named Jingmo. ”

The full audience couldn't help but be stunned, and the emperor also frowned and asked, "You, are you Shi Tuoqing's disciple?" ”

Jingmo nodded: "There was indeed a secret in the poisoning of Mrs. Jiang back then, painting thirteen... No... What Bai Xifeng said is not made up out of thin air, and we have evidence. ”

Jingmo and Hua Thirteen looked at each other firmly, Jingmo took out a remnant painting stained with ashes from his bag, and handed it to Hua Thirteen in the puzzled eyes of everyone. After Hua Thirteen took the painting, he picked up a candlestick at hand, stared at Zhou Rong intently, and told the emperor: "What secrets are hidden in this half-crippled landscape painting, it is better to ask Mrs. Zhou to tell it personally, and let everyone know whether it is me who sprays people with blood, or you Zhou Rong who is doing a lot of evil!" ”

"You!" Zhou Rong saw that this half-crippled landscape painting was not only not burned, but also made public in such a grand manner by the painting thirteen, he suddenly had a speech infarction, his back was numb, and he was covered in cold sweat.

But the county lord Qiu beside Zhou Rong looked awe-inspiring and unafraid, she took Zhou Rong's arm and took a big step forward: "What are you doing with a broken painting?" The lord of this county tells you that my husband is not afraid of shadows! ”

Zhou Rong stood beside the arrogant county lord with a white face, without saying a word, and his expression was panicked that could not be hidden.

After painting thirteen skillfully slid the remnant on the candlestick a few times, the second scene on the painting gradually revealed. The emperor was surprised: "What is this painting?" I see that your method seems to be almost the same as Zhou Qing's. ”

"Exactly. Your Majesty, this painting was made by Mrs. Zhou himself ten years ago, and the technique used is also his unique double nesting painting method. "Painting thirteen remnants of the painting was slightly exhibited," and hidden under the surface of the landscape is the secret path from the capital to the apricot forest valley of Yaoshan! ”

The emperor's eyes gradually sank, and he silently raised his hand to support his forehead. Father-in-law Wei on the side hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern: "Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body." ”

The emperor waved his hand, took a long breath faintly, and the hall was quiet as if covered with a thick layer of snow, and then, the emperor's gaze slowly raised and fell on Zhou Rong: "Zhou Qing, ten years ago, Bai Xifeng was just a child, this painting, with his skills at that time, I'm afraid it can't be faked, right?" ”

As soon as the emperor said this, Lord Qiu seemed to hear something, and his face was brisk and frozen. And Zhou Rong also slowly withdrew his arm from the wrist of the county lord Qiu, his empty eyes staring at the map that appeared on the remnant painting, although it was vague, but it was enough to make the payment clearly present to the world.

"The double nesting method is the most proud creation of my life. This painting, apart from me, there is no second person in the world who can make it. Zhou Rong's eyes suddenly looked extremely old and dead, like rotten fish eyes.

"Husband, do you know what you're talking about? Do you know what you mean? Lord Qiu never expected that after Zhou Rong was silent for a long time, what he said would be admitted in person, and she reminded in a low voice anxiously, "Say something to redeem yourself, otherwise they will succeed in framing you!" ”

Hua Thirteen had already felt more and more the hot stinging pain rolling up in his chest, and sure enough, it was the first strange poison in the world, and the poison of the water poison dragon began to attack gradually. He suddenly fell to his knees and pleaded:

"Your Majesty, there were 300 disciples of the Jiang faction back then, except for me, who was lucky enough to escape from Shengtian, the rest were all cut down by Zhou Rong, and it was definitely not the disciples who voluntarily dispersed. When Zhou Rong was poisoned, there was also a witness, it was Feng Bo of the Painting Garden, but at this time, I am afraid that he has been disposed of by Zhou Rong, and if the Painting Garden is searched immediately, he will definitely catch Zhou Rong's feet. Also, in the past ten years, Zhou Rong has been struggling to find the only threat he left behind - this landscape painting, the traitor of Xinglin Valley who colluded with him privately was also burned to death by him in a wooden house on the outskirts of Beijing. As for what Zhou Rong has done for the Hanlin Painting Garden and what he has done for the Dayin painting world over the years, no matter how clever he is, he can't stop the mouths of painters all over the world! One piece of evidence was not enough, so I gathered five or ten, and when one witness died, I borrowed a dream from the undead underground. As long as I live for one day, I must return the truth of what happened back then! Poof—"

Hua Thirteen said too many words in his heart, and when he was emotionally excited, he was completely unable to contain the toxicity in his body, and when he suddenly attacked, he spurted out a mouthful of black blood coldly. Everyone was terrified and screamed.

"Doctor Legend! Tell the Imperial Doctor! Gonggong Wei pulled his throat and waved his arms vigorously and shouted to the palace people around him.

And Jingmo didn't hesitate for a moment, and rushed to Hua Thirteen's side to help him up, and took out a dagger from his arms.

"What are you going to do? Someone, stop the knife in her hand! With an exclamation from Gonggong Wei, everyone's frightened eyes turned to Jingmo.

But by the time the palace people arrived, it was already too late, and Jingmo raised his sword. But to everyone's surprise and confusion, it was not Hua Thirteen or Zhou Rong who received the knife, but Jingmo herself, and the blood in her palms was dripping down drop by drop......