"You must also remember that two days ago, His Royal Highness and the Holy Lord discussed important matters in the palace of Empress Jiang, and the father and son were happy. Now His Royal Highness was ordered to go south to do business, but seeing that it would be Queen Jiang's sacrifice day in a few days, His Royal Highness first sent a small servant to do some things. "Draw thirteen paragraphs and look at Jingmo.

Jingmo understood: "I was specially sent by His Royal Highness Cheng to clean up Empress Jiang's bedroom, so that when His Royal Highness comes back, I can stay here for a few more days and meditate on the dead." Tokens are proof. ”

The guards looked at each other and said with a sad expression: "Although it is His Royal Highness Cheng's people, but... But we can't just let people in, so let's... Why don't you two go to the emperor and ask for an edict......"

"The emperor has been busy with state affairs recently, and I can disturb the emperor for this matter. It's just that I don't know when the time comes, will the emperor blame the prince for being ignorant, or will he blame a few soldiers for being inconsiderate? His Royal Highness Cheng's favor is gradually rising, you must know better than me, right? Thirteen calmly threatened.

The leader of the guards hesitated for a moment, and then took the lead in getting out of the way: "Since it is His Highness's intention, if the emperor blames him, I hope His Highness can explain the reason." ”

Hua Thirteen nodded, turned around and whispered to Jingmo: "Ordinary people don't think of this place, and even if they do, they can't enter. Moreover, the emperor has already been here a few days ago, and the court and China are busy, so he will definitely not take care of this. You hide well here, and in three days, I'll pick you up. ”

Of course, Jingmo didn't worry about leaving the painting thirteen and a half steps, but the matter had come to this point, all he could do was let him worry less: "Okay." But you have to promise me that you must be safe and sound. ”

Painting Thirteen nodded heavily, and watched Jingmo walk into the lonely palace wall. He glanced at the heavily guarded guards before returning to the Hanlin Painting Garden with confidence.

When he walked into this place that he was once most familiar with, he could even see the brothers and sisters laughing and playing around the corner table, but when he blinked, it turned out that there was only a white snowfield.

From time to time, three or five painters hurriedly walked by, but they were not wearing painters' robes, but the last official uniforms. Painting 13 closed his eyes, and couldn't help sighing in his heart: "Things are people." ”

"You're the thirteenth painting in front of the palace?" An old man with gray hair and an official feather walked over slowly.

"Don't dare." Hua Thirteen felt a little familiar to him, and thought for a while, "If I'm not mistaken, when the gallery was reviewing, Your Excellency was also among the examiners, dare to ask what to call it?" ”

The old man sneered inexplicably: "Yes, I will cooperate with Zhou Rong, oh no, Mrs. Zhou will take care of the selection matters." I've seen with my own eyes how you, a young man with a deep heart in the city, stand out from under Zhou Rong's nose. ”

Painting Thirteen didn't know whether the other party was friend or foe, and looked at the old man's age, if he was originally an old man in the painting garden, Painting Thirteen wouldn't not remember, and he avoided talking about it when he asked him his name was even more weird, and Painting Thirteen wanted to turn around and leave: "I have to clean up my residence in the next place, and I am out of company." ”

"I've also seen your "Phoenix Picture"!" The old man suddenly said behind him, "You must be strange, if my old bones have been painting in the garden, why don't you know them." ”

Hua Thirteen heard a little bit of friendship but not foe, and he turned back faintly: "Can you recognize the brushwork in "Phoenix Picture"? Who the hell are you, and why are you telling me this? ”

The old man suddenly took off his official hat, slowly walked to the corner of the wall under the surprised gaze of Painting Thirteen, picked up a broom, and quietly swept the snow until he reached the feet of Painting Thirteen.

Hua Thirteen's eyes widened more and more, and he looked at the strange old man in front of him incredulously: "You... Are you Feng Bo? ”

The old man put down the broom gloomily, a pair of cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and he trembled and grabbed the shoulder of the thirteenth painting: "Who would have thought that a sweeping handyman in the Hanlin Painting Garden would become a senior official under Taifu today?" Who would have thought that after the painters in the painting garden disappeared one after another, the one who survived was just a humble and useless old handyman! ”

"Feng Bo, are you doing things for Zhou Rong now?" Thirteen remained calm.

The old man touched the official hat he put on the table: "He likes me in the painting garden, but I am not from the Jiang faction, so he actually asked me, an unknown person who can only sweep the floor and do chores, to be the examiner who supervises the painters." But in fact, it's just a matter of implementing his intentions, after all, here, he has the final say. ”

Hua Thirteen blinked expressionlessly, reached out and took off Feng Bo's official hat and helped him put it back steadily: "Fate makes people, there are always people who are happy and some people are sad." The disaster of the Jiang faction has become the blessing of Feng Bo. This official hat, but the master was unable to give it, and Feng Bo wore it steadily. ”

"Foolish boy, what are you talking about? If I don't still cherish the legacy of Mrs. Jiang, why would I risk talking to you under Zhou Rong's nose? Feng Bo's sunken eyes lit up a little, and he recalled, "In the year when Taya invaded the capital, the enemy army was brave, and the road was like a bamboo, and only one street was left to attack the gate of the prince's mansion at that time, that is, the emperor today. That's the elite of the three thousand barbarians, seeing that they are powerless to return to the sky, after a few days of circling, they were repelled by a weak scholar who repelled the army of 3,000 alone! ”

"Master is a literati, and he used his perfect method to save Da Yin." Painting Thirteen was deeply distressed, "Not many people should remember this incident anymore." ”

"Even if you remember, you can't believe it!" Feng Bo couldn't hide his reverence, "Who would believe that a group of tiger and wolf masters were frightened by a few paintings of Jiang Taifu?" ”

"But these paintings are not ordinary paintings, and Master's move is not opportunistic." Painting 13 recalled, "The hundreds of feet long giant paintings, from ghosts and ghosts to ghosts, every character is in the hands of the barbarians, and the master painted for days and nights, and every stroke used the 'firefly effect'. Therefore, when he leaned on the painting as a screen and stopped in front of the Taya army, countless gods and ghosts in the painting jumped out under the oblique light of the setting sun, and Taya suddenly collapsed, thinking that Da Yin had the help of the gods, and did not dare to move rashly when he retreated to the border. ”

"Mrs. Jiang's demeanor, I was hiding not far away and saw it clearly. What a miracle! Feng Bo's expression was infinitely fascinating.

"Feng Bo is looking for me, it shouldn't be just to recall the old things of the ancestors, right?" Drawing thirteen came back to his senses.

"There's one thing I've been buried in my heart for ten years. If it weren't for the fact that Jiang Pai was still alive, I am afraid that he would have been taken to the coffin by me in a daze. Feng Bo suddenly became extremely vigilant.

Painting thirteen hearts tightened: "Ten years." Could it be something related to Master's death? ”

Feng Bo nodded slightly with a solemn expression, quickly glanced around at no one, and lay down in the ear of Hua Thirteen to reveal the secret buried in his heart.

Hua Thirteen's eyes widened and widened, but he slowly closed his eyes weakly, as if he was deflated: "Sure enough, Zhou Rong put the poison in the ink." Before Master stared, I saw Zhou Rong secretly take something from Master's desk. ”

"Do you know why I'm telling you this?" Feng Bo looked at the painting thirteen that he was thinking silently, and said anxiously, "It's not that I'm in a hurry to let you find out the details of Mrs. Jiang's poisoning, and it's not that I gave you a human certificate that you didn't have for nothing!" ”

Drawing thirteen eyebrows, he took a deep breath: "I'll be careful, thank you Feng Bo." It's just that Zhou Rong may not repeat his old tricks. ”

"Nine times out of ten, he will." Feng Bo gritted his teeth, "Insatiable people never care if the means are repeated or not. On top of that, his tea cone hasn't been changed for ten years. ”

"Teapot?" Painting Thirteen couldn't help but be taken aback, "What does Feng Bo mean—"

"Not bad." Feng Bo's expression became more and more serious, "Ten years ago, I saw him pour something from the base of this tea tube into the ink bottle. ”

"Zhou Rong has always been timid and cautious, but if he hasn't even destroyed the handle for ten years, then it can only explain one thing." Painting Thirteen gritted his teeth, full of hatred.

"That's all I can help you. For the rest, you are careful yourself. Feng Bo patted Thirteen on the shoulder, turned and walked away slowly in the snow.

Before leaving, he looked back at Hua Thirteen, raised his finger and pointed to the official hat on his head, and said with a smile: "This thing is no cleaner than a broom sweeping the floor." However, I asked myself, how can I not live up to the generation of grandmaster in my heart-Jiang Li. ”

Painting 13 was stunned, picked up the broom, swept out the clean ground three times and two times where he was standing, and replied with a smile: "If the scorching sun is difficult to remove the snow, why not pick up the broom, sweep away an inch of dirt, and you will get an inch of innocence." ”

At night, Painting 13 tossed and turned on the couch, tossing and turning, and through the diamond-shaped window frame, he could see the snow flying outside the house, quietly sweeping the heavens and the earth, and he saw that the fine traces swept by the broom during the day were soon submerged in the sea of snow and disappeared.

The world is vast, and he is in the place where he begins, listening to the silence of all things. For a moment he was in a trance, as if the Master would open the door and come in at any moment, telling him that it was time to put out the candles and go to bed early. Somehow, Hua Thirteen also remembered Zhou Rong, the gentle and polite Zhou Shaofu in his early years.

"Xifeng, come here." A long robe was as innocent as water and hung on the handsome man, and gently touched the child's head, "Haven't you been punished by your master again?" Uncle Shi went to paint outside the palace today and brought you your favorite things, you see! ”

The child took a cloth bag with a bitter face, opened it and smiled: "It's a mask!" And it's so white, it's never been painted yet! Thank you, Uncle Zhou! ”

Uncle Zhou, who was in the child's mouth, patted him on the shoulder lovingly: "You kid, it's exactly the same as when I was a child." When I saw a living person, I wanted to go underground, and I never dared to open my mouth, and my mind was finer than that of a little girl. Your master is upright, but he doesn't understand these careful thoughts, he, even his leg hair is right! Hahaha. ”

Zhou Rong's hearty laughter echoed in the ears of Hua Thirteen through the deep disturbances of the years. He got up and blew out the candle, muttering: Long-term hatred is not as good as water.