The hazy night splashed down mercilessly, casting a layer of mystery on this piece of heaven and earth, and the lights faintly lit up in the distance, which perfectly outlined this world into a Yan Shan ink painting, which is indescribable.

Occasionally, a cool breeze blew, and the pedestrians on the street, who were slightly dressed a little thin, involuntarily shrank their necks and shivered, and they suddenly realized that it had reached the ninth cold day.

The Prime Minister's Mansion of the Metropolitan Metropolis.

The pavilions and pavilions of the splendid and carved beams and embroidered pillars do not know how many are ordinary, and the Qionglou Yuyu carved by Danying is shining under the reflection of a bright lamp, setting off this magnificent mansion like a fairyland on earth.

Suddenly, a ghostly and vigorous figure, like a cheetah, silently climbed over the wall and appeared on the roof on the side of the mansion.

The person who came was dressed in a night suit, and even his face was covered with a black scarf, so he couldn't see his face clearly, leaving only two eagle-dove-like sharp eyes outside.

He landed lightly on the rubble of the roof, but without making the slightest sound, like a feather falling from the roof.

The man in black stood still, and with his eagle-like eyes, he quickly surveyed the extremely large mansion at his feet.

The mansion was brightly lit, and a group of guards on duty and patrolled neatly in every corner.

Immediately, he pondered slightly, and then quietly floated towards the depths of the mansion, and in a few turns, he had already floated out of a distance of dozens of zhang.

His figure was like a monkey, and although he had been walking along the roof, he had not attracted anyone's attention, and the timing he had chosen was just right, and every time he moved, either the patrol guards on the ground had just passed under his feet, or he had just left the roof under his feet, and the patrol guards on the ground were late.

Shortly after he left, another man dressed in black reappeared on the roof where he had stood, and leaned deeper into the mansion in the same way.

And the two of them are moving forward in the same way.

In the most magnificent and luxurious house in the center of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ahma carried his hands behind his back, staring intently at the Qingming Riverside picture on the wall, looking very carefully, and nodding happily from time to time, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he felt in his heart.

Although it took him a lot of effort to make this authentic painting of Zhang Zeduan, it can be said that it was not easy to come by, but the more I look at it, the more I like it, and the more I look at it, the more I feel that it is worth the money.

The world is full of variety.

When he has nothing to do, he always likes to calm down and look at the painting, the life in the painting, and the artistic conception in the painting, which will always let him understand a lot of things. He has always regarded it as a treasure.

And in the middle of the house behind him, Yang Chen stood with a worried face, and he didn't dare to raise his head, obviously uneasy.

After a long time, Ahma retracted his gaze, turned his head sideways and asked with a smile: "What do you think of this picture of the Qingming River?"

Hearing this, Yang Chen was stunned, he had been here for a long time since he was summoned by Xiangye. But as soon as he entered the door, Xiang Ye had been staring at the picture scroll on the wall silently, and he didn't dare to disturb it, so he had to stand here and secretly figure out what Xiang Ye had told him about this time.

From noon to now, he has thought about many possibilities, and even thought that Xiang Ye would blame himself for his incompetence, but he never expected Xiang Ye to ask such a question as soon as he opened his mouth.

"The pen is full of ink, and the scenery of the characters is even more delicately depicted, vivid, and it can be called a must!"

After a moment of rapid spinning, Yang Chen immediately gave what he thought was the best evaluation.

There is only one meaning he wants to express, that is, he can enter the eyes of the Prime Minister, but how can he not be the best?

And the reason why he did this is only one purpose, that is, to try his best to please Ahma, no matter what Ahmad called him today, but as long as Xiangye is happy, his own situation will be better, even if Xiangye wants to blame him, he will not be punished too harshly.

Ahmad turned around and looked at him, still smiling, "You haven't even looked closely, so how do you know it's a must?"

His smile was shallow, but kind, warm, and seemed to come from the heart, like a kind old man looking at his children.

Yang Chen was stunned again, and hurriedly said: "Although the villain has never seen this painting, he has also heard of it a little. ”

It's just that he muttered in his heart: "Why do you always feel that Xiangye is so abnormal today?"

Ahmad narrowed his eyes, "Oh? Could it be that you are also a person who likes to paint?"

He was still laughing, but he was laughing a little creepy.

Yang Chen's heart trembled at the moment, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Xiangye Mingjian, the villain is loyal to Xiangye, the sun and the moon can be learned!"

At this moment, he already understands in his heart that Xiang Ye is beating himself, his so-called love of painting, to put it mildly, is simply like calligraphy and painting, but if it is bigger, it is equivalent to whether he covets the Qingming Shanghe map in his hand, that is, he is testing whether he has two hearts for him and covets the power in his hands.

Therefore, Yang Chen didn't dare to be careless at all, he couldn't say that he was a martial artist, how could he like that thing or something in his heart, if he really said it, maybe his head would move in the next moment.

The corners of Ahma's mouth hooked slightly, and his eyes became deeper and deeper, "The true appearance is just to ask if you also like calligraphy and painting, see where you want to go?"

Yang Chen knelt on the ground and was silent.

Will I believe you?

If I believe you old fox, wouldn't I be a fool?

"Well, since you don't want to say it, forget it. ”

Ahmad resumed his previous charity, and then changed his words, "By the way, how is the situation in Shengxuan City?

After speaking, he paced beside the Taishi chair, slowly sat down, took a mellow white jade teacup from the desk, picked up the purple sand teapot, poured himself, and with the tea "coo" tilted down from the teapot spout, dripping into the teacup to make a crisp ding sound, like a heavenly sound, hearty. But in Yang Chen's ears, it changed a taste.

Soon, a cup of tea, nine and a half minutes full, Ahma slowly raised the teacup and took a small sip.

"Minister!"

Yang Chen considered his words slightly, and said respectfully: "There is news from Shengxuan City, saying that in the night a few days ago, Nie Donglai was suddenly attacked by someone and was seriously injured. ”

"Oh?"

Ahma shook his hand and looked surprised, "Do you know who did it?"

You know, Shengxuan City is the base camp of the Netherworld Inspector History, and someone dares to run there to assassinate Nie Donglai, I really don't know if he is stupid?

And what puzzled him the most was that the person still got it, and he really didn't know if the Netherworld Inspector was poorly protected, or if they still didn't know Nie Donglai's true identity.

But he quickly shook his head, with the power of the Netherworld Inspector History, it is impossible not to know Nie Donglai's true identity, even if they have been calm in the past few years, but Ahma has always thought that the Netherworld Inspector History is a dragon and a non-worm, they must be planning something, it is impossible to be as calm as it seems.

Although he didn't know what they were secretly planning, he was bitten by a snake and was afraid of the well rope for ten years.

Yang Chen shook his head and said, "I don't know, but for a whole night after the incident, the Netherworld Inspector Shi was tracking down the murderer, and he did not hesitate to block Shengxuan City, but he never found anything, and the murderer seemed to have disappeared out of thin air." ”

He also wondered in his heart, although the history of the Netherworld Inspector has not been as vigorous and resolute as before in recent years, but he knows very well that with the background of the Netherworld Inspector History, even if he has experienced several blows before and has greatly damaged his vitality, he is not a tiger that has become a paper paste, what kind of murderer will make the Netherworld Inspector History at a loss.

This variable, even he didn't expect, and things seemed to be becoming more and more confusing.