Chapter 249: Woe to Xiao Qiang

Antiques, in general, mean priceless. Antiques are sought after by aristocrats, because they are both famous and expensive, and the biggest feature is that they are no longer available.

Usually, as soon as I hear that there are antiques in the world, the big things will disappear. Xiao Qiang knows how to figure out people's psychology very well, she has carefully looked at the embroidery, and the embroidery is very exquisite, but the payment proves that it is worthless.

What is written on it is clearly embroidered by Su Ruoshui, perhaps this is the reason why the prince cherishes this embroidery.

Wouldn't it be fitting for this accidental fire to burn it down? Su Ruoshui is alive, and if you want to embroider, you can re-embroider, which is destined to make this embroidery worthless.

Even if she re-embroiders, she can hang Xiao Qiang's ancient paintings during the period when she is not embroidered, and after a long time, who dares to say that the prince will not 'empathize and don't fall in love'?

"The calligraphy and painting of the sages of the previous dynasty?" Ye Gu Yuanhong's every syllable was squeezed out of between his teeth.

Now don't say that it is an antique or a mountain of gold in front of him, Ye Gu Yuanhong is not rare, he wants that embroidery now, and he wants that embroidery to be intact.

"yes." Xiao Qiang forced a smirk on her face, and quickly said how good her paintings were.

Ye Gu Yuanhong is definitely an expert who knows how to read goods and know how to do things, if he knows that Xiao Qiang can take out the authentic works of painting saints four hundred years ago, the clouds that cover the sky will be scattered.

"Painting the true works of the saint old immortals "Yunpeng Mountains and Rivers"." Xiao Qiang has absolute confidence that she can impress Ye Gu Yuanhong.

This "Yunpeng Mountains and Rivers" is far enough and comes from the hands of famous artists, which is unique in the world, and it is Ye Gu Yuanhong's favorite landscape painting.

"The Xiao family is really amazing, the royal family can't collect the authentic works of the painting saint." Ye Guyuanhong's eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing a bloodthirsty light, and every word was said with gritted teeth, which made people shudder.

The Xiao family has such good calligraphy and painting, what does this mean? One is that the source is not right, and the other is that there are good things that are not handed over to the royal family, and they keep them private.

"Huh?" Xiao Qiang rolled her eyes, and hurriedly explained: "This is handed down by my Xiao family ancestor, it is the glory of the Xiao family for the concubine to be committed to His Royal Highness the Prince, and the father of the family asked the concubine to bring the "Yunpeng Mountains and Rivers" into the palace is to hand it over to His Royal Highness." ”

"Excuse me, what about that painting?" Ye Gu Yuanhong wanted to find the embroidery, even if there was only a ball of ash left, he wanted to take another look.

"Burned, already thrown away." Xiao Qiang didn't want Ye Guyuanhong to look at the embroidered painting every day, only by hanging the painting she brought could His Royal Highness the Crown Prince think of her more.

The opportunity must not be lost, the time will not come again, you can't retreat because he is angry for a while, wealth and wealth are in danger, and if you want to climb to the right position of the crown princess, you have to rely on yourself to fight for it.

Thrown away? That is, it is not completely burned, if it is all burned and cleaned directly, where is the use of throwing it away?

Chang Zhong hurriedly and quietly ordered the little eunuch to go out and look for it, no matter what. There were only a few places to throw things, and the little eunuch immediately took people out to search them.

'Click, click, click~' Ye Gu Yuanhong clenched his fists hard, and his knuckles clicked. "I'll ask you again, what about the painting?"

"It's really burned out." Xiao Qiang's face turned white with fright, how could she not be afraid of the prince's anger? She swallowed hard, plucked up the courage to persuade: "Your Highness, you don't have to be angry, it's just a matter of letting the crown princess reembroider it." ”

You like to let her embroider for you again, anyway, she is not dead, she is not presbyopia, and she has nothing to do, no matter how good your embroidery painting is, it is renewable, and it is not unique.

Its rarity is far less than that of "Yunpeng Mountains and Rivers", the prince is just angry for a while, and he will know which one is better when he calms down.

Ye Gu Yuanhong's heart tightened suddenly, as if he was being held tightly by something. 'It's too big to let the princess re-embroider a picture.' These words kept playing back in Ye Gu Yuanhong's mind, like a repeater.

'The crown princess's child is gone, it's a big deal to let her have another one.' The painting embroidered by the crown princess is gone, so it's a big deal to let her embroider another one. What is the Crown Princess? The crown princess is not worth cherishing anything, is she? Or am I Ye Gu Yuanhong not worthy of cherishing? One day, even the crown princess will be lost, and it's a big deal to set up another one, isn't it? ’

The more Ye Guyuanhong thought about it, the more he hated, Xiao Qiang's mouth opened and closed as if he was still saying something, but Ye Guyuanhong didn't even hear a syllable in his ears.

"Smack!" A fierce slap directly knocked Xiao Qiang to the ground, Xiao Qiang's head buzzed, and half of her head was wooden.

"Ahh The concubines were so frightened that they screamed and retreated, but none of them went over to help Xiao Qiang.

Xiao Qiang's face suddenly had a slap print, red and swollen like a blood mark. The corners of his mouth were also cracked, and the blood stains were hidden in a dark blue.

"Yuanhong, forget it." Su Ruoshui took the prince's right hand and rubbed it gently, you don't have to do it yourself to beat people, doesn't your hand hurt? "There's no need to be so angry with a dead thing, and it's not worth hurting the harmony of the family."

Family? A good family is just because of them, and these people have such an unpleasant thing.

"Why do you want to go out of the water?" Ye Gu Yuanhong didn't seem to have asked the ins and outs of the matter, and the fire wouldn't burn for no reason.

"No, I don't know." Xiao Qiang was beaten full of resentment and didn't dare to show it.

When she was walking in the water last night, she was sitting with a few concubines admiring the moon and laughing, and suddenly someone came to report that she was walking in the water.

When Xiao Qiang arrived with the others, the guards had already extinguished the fire. These experiences have been testified, and Xiao Qiang told them truthfully.

"The guards on duty last night, the guards on patrol, and all the people who came to the firefighting scene brought me here."

Whoever is on duty and who is on patrol is on the roster. Soon the guards were all in the study.

"Who was the first to notice the fire? Did you find anything at the scene? Did you see anyone? ”

"Back to Your Highness, it was the villain who first discovered the fire." One of the guards bowed down and replied: "The villain is on patrol, and when he saw the fire burning here, he beckoned his brothers to come and put out the fire." At that time, I was only busy fighting fires and didn't bother to look at anything else, so I didn't find anything. ”

"Back to Your Highness, I found two lanterns outside the study." A little eunuch in charge of cleaning hurriedly stepped forward to reply. "Both lanterns are half burned, but it can be seen that they are palace lanterns in our palace."

Palace-made lanterns can only be owned by people in the palace, and judging from the fire, only one window is burned, which is not like an outsider's doing.

"Who passed by the study of the main palace with a lantern last night?"

Obviously, there are so many people in the house that there is no place to insert a needle, but at this moment it is as silent as a desert without people.

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