"Your Majesty, as soon as the minister sees the fragments, he is no longer familiar with them, because the technique used in the painting is nothing else, it is the double nesting painting method created by the minister in his early years!" Zhou Rong's words were amazing, and the whole audience was in an uproar, and the emperor was stunned for a moment.

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, this is not the case." Painting Thirteen took a step forward, "The emperor said that the two fragments were repaired to the same degree, and I didn't dare to agree. If Jiang Taifu really used Zhou Taifu's double nesting painting method to paint at that time, you might as well ask Zhou Taifu to treat the two fragments for the emperor in a unique way to interpret the painting and see if it will have an effect. ”

"You know what! I'm all too familiar with this technique, how can I be wrong? Zhou Rong didn't take the painting thirteen in his eyes at all, and his face was full of confidence.

"Zhou Qing, come up." The emperor listened to Hua Thirteen's words, pondered silently for a moment, and waved his hand to Zhou Rong, "Use your method to solve this so-called double nested painting method." ”

Zhou Rong glared at the thirteenth painter, and had to be ordered to walk to the top of the main hall and use his method of painting interpretation to dispose of the fragments he had repaired, and everyone watched with bated breath as Zhou Rong carefully smoked the back of the fragment on the candle flame.

Jing Mo couldn't help frowning, and asked Hua Thirteen in a low voice: "What's going on with the Firefly Map?" Will Zhou Rong also win this game? ”

"He's lost." The eyes of the thirteenth painter stared faintly at Zhou Rong in the hall. He saw that Zhou Rong's expression gradually became gloomy from smugness, and his face became more and more ugly, and in the end, Zhou Rong showed an unbelievable look of horror and panic.

"How, how could this be... Judging from the brushwork, this is obviously my nested painting... But why ......" Zhou Rong looked at the immovable fragment in his hand and muttered to himself in a daze.

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Zhou can't solve it, because the method he repaired the fragments was fundamentally wrong, but it just looked like the original painting." Painting 13 stared at Zhou Rong with a stunned face with resolute eyes.

Zhou Rong angrily argued: "Impossible, impossible!" You know what—"

"Ahem." The emperor cleared his throat, waved his hand at Zhou Rong, signaled him to retreat, and his complicated and unpredictable gaze wandered over Hua Thirteen, "I listen to your tone, it seems that I have other opinions, and I am very sure." You, come up and try it. ”

Hua Thirteen had already begun to feel that the toxicity in his body was a little irrepressible, and he reluctantly settled his mind, and walked up in the surprised eyes of everyone. Hua Thirteen glanced at the fragments that Zhou Rong had repaired, and he picked up the fragments that had just passed through his hand: "Your Majesty, I need four candlesticks." Also, whether all the candles in the main hall can be extinguished at that time. ”

Gonggong Wei felt very strange, and couldn't help but interject: "What? Draw thirteen, be careful what you say, don't make any more moths! ”

The emperor raised his hand and signaled Gonggong Wei to shut up, stared at Hua Thirteen's serious and determined expression, and said, "Just do what he says." I'd like to see what he can do. ”

The four candlesticks had been presented, and the thirteenth painter fiddled with them, placed the fragments in the middle of the light and shadow, and after carefully adjusting the left and right up and down for a long time, he nodded: "Turn off the lights." ”

Suddenly, the hall was dark, and the voices of noisy whispers and discussions were endless, and suddenly, a faint light rose above the main hall, and if you looked closely, there was a faint carriage in the colorful light and shadow, which seemed to be about to rush to the eyes of the viewers.

"He actually used the 'firefly effect' in the huge "Firefly Map"......" Zhou Rong's eyes reflected this light and shadow, and he muttered to himself in amazement.

"Your Majesty, the fragment I restored turned out to be a carriage depicting the common life in the "Firefly Map". Hua 13 pointed to the light and shadow that was close at hand, but ethereal from the fragments, and explained to the emperor, who could not help but be amazed at what he saw with his own eyes.

Then, Painting 13 replaced the fragment of the center of the candle with the one restored by Zhou Rong, and suddenly all the light and shadow were disillusioned, and only four candles were left in the hall, and only the silence was empty.

Painting 13 Yu Yu picked up this bleak fragment: "This fragment is wasted. Mrs. Zhou, is not Mrs. Jiang in the end. ”

After Gonggong Wei came back to his senses, he glanced at the emperor's expression, and hurriedly signaled the palace people to hold the lamp: "Your Majesty, look at it like this, the victory or defeat of this third game seems to be obvious." ”

The emperor's gaze stayed on the fragment for a long time, and then looked at the painting thirteen faintly: "I announced that the painting thirteen overwhelmed the palace prince with two wins in three games. ”

The result of the emperor's Chrysostom suddenly provoked the whole hall to explode, Jingmo's heart hanging in his throat was finally much more steady, and King Xuan was also happy for the painting thirteen, and the palace people were surprised and talked about this bizarre and rare Qingping banquet than the painting. In the midst of the lively scene, there was only one person, Tie Qing was in place, Zhou Rong refused to believe it no matter what, he actually lost.

"It's just that," the emperor's deep voice sounded again, and the whole hall was suddenly silent, listening quietly to the words, "What even Zhou Qing doesn't know, how do you, a folk painter, know the mystery of "Firefly Map"? Who the hell are you? ”

All the eyes, worried, confused, confused, curious, all fell on the thirteenth of the paintings. Everyone saw that this plain-clothed son suddenly knelt heavily on his knees, and slowly said from the bottom of his heart that had been backlogged for too long: "Please forgive the emperor, the original name of the thirteen is Bai Xifeng." ”

Everyone was silent for a while, holding their breath, and the huge hall was extremely quiet at this time, and Hua Thirteen could even hear the exhale and breath in his heart and the beating in his chest.

"Baixi Feng......" Everyone heard the emperor muttering this name, and they all waited cautiously for the rest of the conversation, only to see the emperor turn his head and glance at Gonggong Wei, and then his gaze fell back on Hua Thirteen, "Baixi Feng, who is it?" ”

The emperor's tone was leisurely and steady, as if it was the evening drum and morning bell of another mountain of years, but it hit a muffled sound in the heart of Hua Thirteen. At this moment, Hua Thirteen somehow suddenly remembered the last words that Gonggong Wei had said to him the night before, and it turned out that his name was so secretive that no one remembered it for a long time.

Hua Thirteen put aside his redundant thoughts, closed his eyes, and replied: "Your Majesty, Bai Xifeng is just a small person. His greatest luck was that he was accepted as a disciple by Jiang Li Jiang Taifu. His greatest wish is to clear the face of his master's death. ”

"Oh, I remembered, you are the child that Jiang Li brought in from outside the palace back then? No wonder the painting skills are so amazing. The emperor's gaze suddenly froze, "What did you just say?" Clearing the snow and avenging Jiang Li's death? If you were really his apprentice, you should know that I had already disposed of Xinglin Valley, which poisoned Jiang Li. What is there to wash away? ”

At this time, Ying Chengzhao, who had been sitting quietly on the side, suddenly spoke: "Yes, Your Majesty, this person said that his name was Painting Thirteen for a while, and he said that he was Bai Xifeng for a while. One moment said that he was unhappy for the unsuccessful painter of the gallery, and then said that he wanted to clear up the old things that had settled down. According to the minister, this person not only deceived the king, but also had bad intentions and bad intentions, so it was better for the minister to dispose of this person of unknown origin for the emperor. ”

"Wait." The emperor glanced at Ying Chengzhao, "I told you that although it is good to be vigorous and resolute, you also need to be quick and impatient. I want to hear what he's going to say. I still remember that when he was alive, the most beloved and valued among the disciples was the child he brought in from outside the palace. And, anyway, this young man won this Qingping banquet in the end. ”

Gonggong Wei said cautiously from the side: "The emperor is a saint, and he has always been lenient and virtuous. The slave remembered that the Qingping banquet of that year was also the same scene, but it was painted with Mrs. Zhou, who was the younger brother of Queen Jiang at that time. Who would have expected that the sky was jealous of talents, and at a critical time, Mrs. Jiang died of severe poison in his body, and after being diagnosed by the imperial doctor, he learned that the poison in the hospital was the unique poison of Xinglin Valley - the water poison dragon. Therefore, the emperor immediately sent important ministers to Xinglin Valley to arrest the valley master Tuoqing, and then Shi Tuoqing confessed his guilt in prison, the emperor was benevolent, and read his life to hang the pot to help the world, and gave him a painful and happy knife in two. It stands to reason that the matter has long been closed. It's just that it seems that it has always been unknown how Mrs. Jiang was poisoned at that time......"

Gonggong Wei specially dragged out the last sentence and said it to the emperor, and the emperor seemed to think about it. Thirteen continued, "Not bad. It is true that the poison that Master was poisoned by the water poison dragon back then, but the person who poisoned it was not Shi Tuoqing. ”

Painting Thirteen Youyou looked back, and everyone's eyes followed his fingers and fell on Zhou Rong: "The person who poisoned him is him!" ”

"You talk nonsense! Your Majesty, Brother Jiang and I have always been brothers and sisters, and his death is the pain of my life! Brother Jiang died young, there were no children under his knees, and the disciples in the door all ran away after his death, scattered without a trace, and I did it alone every time Brother Jiang's sacrifice day and birthday over the years! Your Majesty, whether it is this painting thirteen or Bai Xifeng, he must have coveted the position of the master of Hanlin, so he came here so deliberately and painstakingly to make up these nonsense! The emperor is the emperor! Zhou Rong pleaded with snot and tears.

The emperor quietly listened to Zhou Rong finish speaking, and then slowly asked Xiang Hua 13: "Do you know what kind of crime it is to slander the prince of Hanlin and the prince of the court out of thin air?" ”

Painting Thirteen raised his eyes awe-inspiringly, got up quietly, and took the inkstone containing ink from the painting case: "Today, Zhou Rong repeated his old tricks and poisoned me, just like poisoning my master's ink back then." ”

"You don't talk about it!" Zhou Rong shouted angrily, "The ink ingot was given to you by Gonggong Wei casually, even if the ink is poisonous, you can't deduct it from my head!" The fact that I poisoned Brother Jiang is even more ridiculous, I think, you know so much, maybe it was you, an ungrateful boy, who poisoned the master! ”

When Gonggong Wei heard that Zhou Rong seemed to have splashed dirty water on himself, he couldn't help but be furious, and hurriedly said to Hua Thirteen: "What evidence do you have, hurry up and take it out, lest you don't know who is spraying people with blood and being ungrateful!" ”

"Poison, not in the ink, but on the inkstone, am I right, Mrs. Zhou?" Hua Thirteen looked at Zhou Rong and trembled, and continued to ask, "Mrs. Zhou, if you are not the one who poisoned you, can you answer me and answer the emperor, where is the little teapot you hang on your waist day and night?" Is it all clean tea? Where is Lord Feng of the Hanlin Painting Garden at this time? Is it life or death? Why have you been looking for a painter named Shang Lu for ten years? ”