After listening to Cao Cuo's report, Zhao Guangyuan had a headache.

He knew that it was difficult to buy and rent a shop on Wang Street in Beijing, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult. Driving in other neighborhoods doesn't get the effect he wants.

"Where did you buy the shop before?"

"In South City."

Zhao Guangyuan closed his eyes and pressed the corner of his forehead.

The capital is rich in the east and rich in the west, the south is poor and the north is cheap, and the dignitaries and nobles all live in the east and west of the city, and he opened a calligraphy and painting shop in the south city, how many books can he sell in a year? How many paintings can you receive?

"Cheap in the north and south cities. The area is still large. Cao Cuo lowered his eyebrows and tried to explain.

Zhao Guangyuan was wrong and wrong, he didn't know that it was cheap over there!

Try not to get angry, "We're not short of money now." "I only heard Cao Cuo say that he bought a shop and a house, Zhuangzi, and he didn't ask in detail, what location did he buy.

"But there's not much money." Cao Cuo whispered a defense.

His Royal Highness has never had any silver before, and now although he has earned some money, he doesn't have much money in the cage. Compared with other highnesses in the capital, it was like a drop of water falling into the tank without making a splash.

He will have to save some money for His Highness.

Thank you so much. Zhao Guangyuan looked at him impatiently and sighed. I've bought it all, what else can I do.

"Large?"

Cao Cuo immediately shook his spirits and gestured: "Big! The two shops I bought are both two-story with backyards, and there are many rooms in the backyard, so I can live with a few more guys. ”

Zhao Guangyuan stroked his forehead, what's the use of being bigger? Can't make money and recruit so many guys, raising them for nothing? Those literati and scholars, high-ranking officials and nobles, can they step on the cheap land and go to the south city to enjoy the paintings?

"Your Highness?" Cao Cuo was a little panicked, as if he had done something wrong.

Zhao Guangyuan sighed, "Let's let people decorate the shop first, and as for what to sell, let me think about it again." If you are staring at the east and west markets, there is a transfer of shops, and it will be taken down immediately, no matter how small it is. ”

"Yes."

I thought of the person His Highness was looking for, "Your Highness, that Dr. Ruan is the doctor who taught you and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince calligraphy and painting in the first place, right?" I didn't expect to be implicated six years ago and return to my hometown. ”

Zhao Guangyuan didn't expect it.

The young master of the crown prince, Jiang Xiang, is still serving in Beijing, so why did Dr. Ruan return to his hometown. He also wanted to ask him to help paint a few paintings, and then hang them in the antique shop to support the façade.

Dr. Ruan is obsessed with painting, and he has a lot of calligraphy and painting collections at home, and he wants to buy a few from him.

Remembering what happened six years ago...... It seems that there are many people who have been implicated.

Zhao Guangyuan's eyes contain a storm, his father has ruined the lives and future of many people for his own selfish desires, and one day he will set things right.

"I wrote a letter, and you personally sent it to Jiang Xiang, so don't let people find out."

"Yes."

After the letter was written and sent, Zhao Guangyuan began to sharpen the ink and prepare to paint.

It's just that I haven't painted it for a long time, and the first two paintings, the hands are raw, and the next brush is astringent. Later, it slowly got better, and the more I painted, the smoother it became.

When the pen stops, a pair of "Tianshou Mountain Sunset Picture" is ready. The mountains are overlapped, the forests are forested, the sun is shining in the west, and the ground is golden, and the tired birds in the sky are returning to their nests. At the end is a majestic atmosphere.

The more Zhao Guangyuan looked at it, the more satisfied he became, and finally did not lose Dr. Ruan's reputation, and he should be able to give it away. It's just that...... He glanced at the undried pen and ink on the painting and twisted his eyebrows.

After some thought, he asked people to prepare sacrifices.

Then he walked out of the main hall. Jinxiu, who was waiting outside the hall, saw that he was going out, and hurriedly followed behind silently with the sacrifices. As a result, this followed to the Changling Cemetery.

Seeing that His Highness was still going to go in the direction of the inner red gate, Jinxiu hurriedly went to stop him, "Your Highness, today is not a sacrifice day, and the door will not be opened." ”

"It doesn't matter. There are people who are in the palace of God. ”

Yes? Your Highness means that there are people guarding the Divine Palace Supervisor over there, so you have to tell them to open the door?

That's right, that's what Zhao Guangyuan meant.

The Imperial Mausoleum of Tianshou Mountain was built according to the regulations of the front and back bedrooms of the Imperial Palace, and all areas within the outer red gate wall were open even if they were not sacrificial days, and there would be mausoleum households who came in every day to pay tribute and clean.

The inner red gate area is where the shrine of Emperor Daxing is located. It is composed of the dedication hall, the Ming Tower, the square city and the treasure city, and the usual sacrifice is only held in the enjoyment hall inside the outer red gate wall, and the dedication hall inside the inner red gate will only be opened on the death day of the Daxing Emperor.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the eunuch who lived in the sandwich room of the inner red gate wall walked out of the sandwich room and looked at the visitor with an indifferent face.

Jinxiu was startled when she saw them, and the two old eunuchs in front of her, their eyes were cold, their shapes were like withered trees, and they looked like living wooden people in their actions.

Zhao Guangyuan was also shocked when he saw it. After more than ten years of guarding the mausoleum, they have not been in contact with the outside world all the year round, and these two old eunuchs are already like people who are waiting for death.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhao Guangyuan took out two gold ingots from his sleeve and handed them to the two of them.

He also explained: "The emperor's grandfather gave me a dream, saying that I had never gone to see him, and it hurt me in vain." Yuan blamed himself and came to the temple to worship one or two. ”

The two old eunuchs silently put the gold ingots into their sleeves, and their faces were expressionless. In fact, it is useless for them to take gold, and they can still take it to the ground and trade with the Yin people.

But when I got used to receiving the nobles' rewards, I subconsciously took them.

When the two eunuchs saw that there were only his master and servant, they did not ask a word, but opened the door and let them in.

"Thank you. Yuan will go back when he goes. ”

The two old eunuchs just nodded lightly, didn't say a word, turned around and went back to the mezzanine room. What do you want to ask and what to say? Even if the Seventh Highness wants to dig up the grave and dig the treasure inside, what does it have to do with them?

Jinxiu glanced back, only to feel that the two eunuchs looked like dead people, and hurriedly turned back. But seeing that in this inner red door, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the wind was gusting, so frightened that she hurriedly followed Zhao Guangyuan's footsteps.

That figure almost stuck to Zhao Guangyuan.

"Don't be afraid, what is terrible about the dead? The living are terrible. ”

"Yes." Jinxiu replied with a trembling voice, her eyes lowered and she didn't dare to raise it.

The two pushed open the door of the dedication hall, and a cool air hit, and Jinxiu was so frightened that he beat the spirit.

Zhao Guangyuan, on the other hand, silently looked at the portrait of the Chinese Emperor of Xiandian, stepped forward and lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt down on the futon, and kowtowed to the portrait.

Jinxiu also forgot to be afraid, and hurriedly stepped forward to put the offerings.

Zhao Guangyuan muttered a few words to the portrait and told his thoughts about the emperor's grandfather, and then got up. Looking around, the corners of his mouth hooked when he saw a landscape painting on the wall.

It is a picture of the famous family of the former dynasty "traveling in the mountains at sunset", the scenery of the mountains and rivers is majestic and magnificent, the high mountains look up, the forest is flying hundreds of feet, a team of travelers pass through the mountains, the road is wide and long......

His grandfather liked this picture very much, and he took it out from time to time to enjoy it. When he was young, he imitated countless paintings, and Dr. Nguyen said that he had reached the point of making them real.

Zhao Guangyuan kowtowed again: "Grandfather Huang, this picture grandson borrowed it from you." Putting it here will only make dust. You probably prefer to see your grandson's paintings, so when your grandson finishes them and frames them, I'll send them to my grandfather. ”

After saying that, he stepped forward and took off the painting without any burden, rolled it up, and put it into the sleeve.

Jinxiu was stunned by this wave of operations by His Royal Highness the Seventh. It's not a grave digging for treasure, but it's not bad. Although it is borrowed, I don't think His Highness plans to pay it back?

Zhao Guangyuan glanced at her, "I'll be back in a few days, and you will send it back." ”

Yes? No, no, no! "Your Highness, Your Highness, slave, slave maid and maid, come with Your Highness." She didn't see it, she didn't see anything.

She didn't dare come alone. It's horrible here! Jinxiu rubbed the goosebumps on her body vigorously. Closely followed Zhao Guangyuan's side. His Royal Highness is the prince and grandson, and he has noble and dragon energy, and his yang energy is sufficient. She can't.

When Zhao Guangyuan was leaving, he glanced at the pair of blue and white Fushou vases next to him, his fingers were itching, and he wanted to take them away.

After thinking about it in the end, I still forget it. Wait until next time you need to borrow it from the emperor's grandfather.

(End of chapter)