Chen.

"What, that painting wasn't burned?!" The regent was taken aback and threw all the chess pieces in his hand on the chessboard, "What are the people below doing?" ”

"When Brother Ouyang learned of this, he sent someone back to report the news, and at the same time rushed to find the painter who stole the painting." The staff comforted, "Don't worry, as long as the painting is still in our hands, it's too late to destroy it now." ”

The regent was a little relieved, but he felt that something was wrong, and asked, "Where did Ouyang come from to find that painter?" ”

The staff coughed dryly, and said with some embarrassment, "Qunyufang." ”

The regent's face was even colder, "Reselling such treasures as Zhao Fu's masterpiece must be a famous businessman and a rich man." The place of trading is either in the secret room or in the ghost market, who have you ever seen in the brightly lit Qinglou?! ”

The staff was stunned for a moment, reacted quickly, and broke out in a cold sweat, "What does the prince mean, we have been cheated?" ”

"Quickly order someone to take the 'family ding' to find Ouyang, and never let the painting fall into the hands of others."

The Chen family's 'family ding' is a group of outlaw wanderers, who are easily not used. The last time the people in the family were mobilized was when the imperial capital sent an envoy to Yunzhong.

The Lord Regent realizes that the comer is not good, and he wonders if it will be discovered that the gang under his command is not coming from a clean way.

——

Shen Zhou jumped into the courtyard, kicked the door shut, and bolted it with his backhand. The two polite men in the courtyard looked at the young man holding the murder weapon, and couldn't help but tremble.

"Who are you who dare to assassinate the imperial court?" The man breathed a sigh of relief and said sharply.

Shen Zhou didn't say anything, just tilted his head to look at the trembling painter beside him. The painter was blessed with a heart, and shouted, "I will give you the painting, don't kill me!" ”

The man was furious, and before he could catch the painter who had slipped into the house like a loach, the guards outside broke down the door.

Shen Zhou grabbed the man's neck with one hand, and in an instant, the neck bone made a series of explosions, and the man smashed into the middle of the knife-wielding guards like a broken kite. The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the guards only saw a black shadow attacking, and before they could retract their knives, the blade was pierced through the fragile human body.

"Lord Ouyang!"

"Sir!"

In a panicked shout, Shen Zhou turned and swept into the house, grabbing the painter who was holding the painting tightly. The painter was so frightened that he held the painting above his head with both hands, and begged "don't kill me, don't kill me".

Shen Zhou took out the painting and glanced at it, confirmed that it was Guanyin, and hastily wrapped the painting back into the oil paper and stuffed it into his arms.

The door behind him was reduced to pieces at the feet of the angry and terrified guards, and Shen Zhou grabbed the inkstone and smashed it in the face against the intruder, pushing open the window and rolling into the night outside.

The rain was pouring down, and a line of silver light fell silently.

The beastly acumen saved Shen Zhou, and the sword in his hand slipped out of its sheath, blocking the throat sword. The sunken boat rose in the rain and stared coldly at the assassin hanging upside down like a bat under the eaves. He wasn't so much looking at the Assassin as he was looking at the silver ghost mask on the Assassin's face.

In the nightmare of Shen Zhou's youth, all the ghosts had silver faces.

"What a handsome figure." The assassin's voice was hoarse, "Boy, hand over the paintings, and leave you with all your corpses." ”

In the dim rain light, two other people wearing silver ghost masks appeared, one standing on the ridge of the roof, and the other at the mouth of the alley. They hide their bodies with black cloaks, and from a distance, they look like huge owls.

There is no way to go up to heaven and no door to go down to earth.

The sinking boat silently shook away the rain on the sword.

This is what it means to fight.

The upside-down assassin under the eaves moved, not holding a blade in his hand, but when he approached the four feet of the sinking boat, a cloud of silver light exploded in his palm. It was a strange sword, and a white snake popped out of his sleeve and slammed into the door of the sunken boat.

Shen Zhou subconsciously blocked with his sword, and the assassin standing on the roof raised his crossbow machine, and three cold arrows shot at his back, and the sword in his hand was entangled in death.

In the flash of light, Shen Zhou abandoned his sword and soared into the air, his body bent into a bridge in midair, and his toes fiercely picked off the assassin's jaw. The sword-wielding assassin kicked his head, and his companion's crossbow bolts shot into his shoulder.

The guards in the courtyard climbed out of the windows, but were startled by the blood on the ground and took two steps back.

"He killed Lord Ouyang, if he can't catch him, we all have to die!"

I don't know who shouted like this, and the guards swarmed up, and more than a dozen knives swung towards the sinking boat in unison. Shen Zhou's wrist sank, and he swung a perfect arc, and the knives that the blade touched were shattered like porcelain.

The night was already dark, and there were many people, and the assassins on the roof could not find the shape of the sinking boat.

The Assassin standing still at the mouth of the alley could not hold back, and flew down on the shoulders of the guards, a whip that shimmered with cold light swung towards the neck of the sinking boat. The whip was made of iron rope and covered with barbs that could tear open a person's throat in an instant.

The sinking boat kicked heavily in the chest of one of the guards, and the iron whip was blocked by the fragile human body, and a string of blood bloomed in the rain.

Shen Zhou took two steps back, but he felt that his eyes were blurry and flowery, and he subconsciously shook his head, but there was no relief—the residual poison in his body intensified.

The Assassin noticed his subtle movements, "He's wounded, grab him!" ”

Shen Zhou quickly cut off a corner of his clothes and blindfolded his eyes, and the moment his vision disappeared, his sense of hearing reached its peak. The sound of everyone's heartbeat in the alley, the sound of footsteps stepping through the rain, and the sound of whips breaking through the air are all resounding.

Shen Zhou pressed down on the wrist of one of the guards, and the guard's wrist was numb with the strength of the inch, and he struck the guard with the hilt of his other sword, and the force that penetrated almost pierced through the guard's Heavenly Spirit Cover. The guards who had lost their ability to resist were smashed into the crowd, temporarily blocking the rush of people.

But the Assassin's iron whip swooped down like a viper, and the sunken boat tossed and turned, stepping through a blood-soaked rain, knowing that it could not be delayed any longer—or the regent's hand would come!

He was desperate to grab the oncoming whip, but he heard a heartbeat in the alley.

The Assassin on the roof had his throat sliced and kicked down, smashing right down on the whip-wielding Assassin! The powerful iron whip was kicked in the waist and flew out and smashed to the ground.

The guards were drenched in the bubbling blood, and they were shocked, but they saw the man swoop down like an eagle, grab the arm of the sinking boat, jump onto the wall, and disappear into the vast rainy night of the imperial capital.

——

Akiba Mountain House.

The ill-fated "Guanyin Dashi Tu" was casually thrown on the table, and Guanyin's half-kind face reflected a soft brilliance under the lamplight.

Chu Zhixia pressed Shen Zhou to sit on the carpet, stripped off people's clothes, and carefully examined every piece of flesh and skin, "That assassin said that you were injured, where was it injured - what are you doing blindfolded?" ”

Only then did Shen Zhou consciously tear off the wet strip of cloth, lowered his eyes and gestured, "The rain is obsessed with eyes." ”

Chu Zhixia looked at him suspiciously, feeling faintly uneasy.

She called Cheng Yuan in, "Go and find His Royal Highness and Deng Mian, and say that I have found the painting, and now the problem is how to hand over the painting." ”

"Guanyin Dashi Tu" can be handed over, but it can't be handed over from Chu Zhixia's hands.

First, the regent is not easy to mess with, and second, she can't tell the origin of the painting. It is necessary not only to clear the charge of stealing from the edict of the academy, but also to pick Chu Zhixia clean from this, the way to hand over this painting is worth considering.

Chu Zhixia wiped Shen Zhou's wet hair into a chicken nest with a dry handkerchief, and pondered on the "Guanyin Dashi Tu" on the shelf.

Before she could come up with a reason, Cheng Yuan hurried back and whispered to her, "Miss, the edict of the painting academy committed suicide in fear of sin." ”

"What," Chu Zhixia was stunned for a moment, "Why is it so fast?" ”

Cheng Yuan shook his head bitterly, "You better go and see the four princes." ”

——

A stick of incense before, Dali Temple.

As soon as Deng Mian and Bai Ziche came out of the prison of Dali Temple, they saw a carriage parked in front of the gate of Dali Temple.

Deng Mian squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the lantern on the carriage, and said with some uncertainty, "That seems to be ...... My family's carriage. ”

Bai Ziche was shocked, and suddenly turned around and rushed back regardless of it.

The guard at the gate of Dali Temple stopped him and scolded him loudly, "Who trespassed on Dali Temple and didn't want to live?" ”

"I am Bai Ziche, the fourth prince of the world, who dares to stop me, get out of the way!" Bai Ziche rarely burst out with the majesty of the prince, and threw the prince's jade card on the faces of the two of them, and even suppressed the arrogance of the guards.

Deng Mian was dumbfounded, he didn't expect this weak highness to have such a shelf. He watched Bai Ziche rush in, and it took him a long time to remember to raise his legs to chase after him.

——

The news that the painting was not snatched back quickly reached the hands of the regent, and it was very expressly delivered to the hands of Dali Siqing, and at the same time conveyed an unspoken order - "The edict of the painting academy must die".

As long as the edict of the academy admits this crime, no matter how many "Guanyin Dashi Pictures" will appear in the future, whether they are true or false, they will have nothing to do with the regent, let alone pull out the stillborn conspiracy behind it.

Dali Siqing quietly looked at the embarrassed old man at his feet, on the left hand side was a confession, on the right hand side was a glass of wine, and said warmly, "Zheng Shizhao, have you thought clearly, do you want to sign the confession?" ”

This is the last chance he gives the old man, as long as he admits that it is the painting stolen by the four princes, there is still room for things to turn around.

Dali Siqing has heard that the edict of the painting academy was a little famous when he was young, but he had no backbone, and he wasted his ambition in the court and groveled to the eunuchs. Such a person just doesn't dare to be contaminated with the crime of slandering the prince, and at the moment of life and death, he will still show his true face.

Sure enough, the old man nodded.

The jailer handed him the confession and the pen dipped in ink, and the old man held up his hand, which had been nailed with a bamboo stick, and held the pen tremblingly.

It's a pity, Dali Siqing thought, these hands can no longer paint.

The old man burst out with amazing willpower, and with a magnificent stroke of the pen, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and on the confession, he dropped eight sharp words: "If you want to add to the crime, there is no excuse."

Dali Siqing's face changed drastically.

The old man stood up and laughed, "In my life, Zheng Mou, I have no children and no daughters, and the fame of my youth has long been exhausted, and there is still no heirloom when I am old." But he will be the work of my life. ”

"Dali Siqing, as an official of the imperial court, you don't ask for the people's life, but you play with power tricks and frame the prince, you should be killed!"

Dali Siqing was angry and waved his hand, "Take down this thief who stole the famous painting for me!" ”

From the door of the prison came the hysterical shouts of the young man, sharp and angry, revealing the ferocity of the end of the road.

"You dare! Deng Yuan, how dare you touch him! I stole the painting, you come to judge me, don't touch him! Teacher...... Teacher! ”

Bai Ziche was stopped at the door of the cell by the jailer, struggling desperately but unable to take a step forward.

He watched the jailer approach the edict of the Academy, and his eyes were split.

The old man ran into the jailer who came to take him into custody, and with the last of his strength, shouted, "Zhao Fu's Guanyin Dashi Tu was stolen by me alone, and it has nothing to do with others. The four princes were confused by me when they were young, and they talked nonsense! ”

His gentle gaze passed through the damp and cold cell and fell on the young man with tears on his face, and a smile appeared on his lips, "Ah Che, don't be afraid...... Don't be afraid. ”

The old man seemed to have returned to the deep palace ten years ago, with no Dali Temple, no jailers, and no clouds in the imperial capital, only children in the rain and painters holding umbrellas. He should have resigned and left, wandering the rivers and lakes, but he was stumped in the palace by the soft fingers of the child and wasted his life.

He used his life to hold an umbrella for this child one last time.

The old man slammed his head into the raised sharp stone of the cell wall, blood splattered on the spot, and his brain burst out.

Emperor Huai of the Great Zhou Dynasty Xiangfu during the painting academy edict, Zheng Xun, Huzhou people, few talents, but mediocre life, because of theft and fear of suicide in Dali Temple prison.