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Chapter 539: Painting and Illness


Painting with the ministry A few scholars in Qiankun Academy asked Xiao Hou Ye to bluff away, but everyone still wondered in their hearts, this Qiankun Academy did so much, what kind of heart did Yue Changfeng have Zhan Zhao continued to ask Lin Xiao about the murder of his parents ten years ago.

Lin Xiao roughly told the story of the incident again.

An eight-year-old boy wakes up in the middle of the night to catch a violent storm, and with his parents suddenly killed, it is really difficult to expect him to remember many clues.

Lin Xiao did a lot of investigation after that, but found nothing, the only thing he remembered was that when his father and his mother quarreled, he mentioned that he wanted to come to Kaifeng to find out everything.

Lin Xiao's father's name is Lin Ziwen, an inconspicuous umbrella maker in Hangzhou Mansion, who opened an umbrella shop, and is said to have a very bookish personality, who has no quarrel with the world on weekdays and likes to paint.

Lin Ziwen had good exam scores when he was young, and he had the opportunity to come to Taixue to study, as Lin Xiao said, everyone else had arrived in Kaifeng, but he went back indignantly.

His experience in Kaifeng may have something to do with what he said later, "I want to come to Kaifeng to find out", or it may be the cause of his death.

Bao Yan thought for a while, "There is indeed Lin Ziwen in the list of Taixue. ” "Twenty-one years ago, it was in the directory."

Bai Yutang also nodded, "But the one marked at the back is not enrolled, and there are no other records." ” "Speaking of which."

Bao Yan continued, "Lin Ziwen and Xie Yiting are the same batch of students, both from twenty-one years ago.

And Kim Sun was from the same batch twenty-two years ago, a year before them. ” "Does your father know Xie Yiting?"

Zhan Zhao asked Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao shook his head blankly, "I haven't heard of it."

"Alas, isn't your father very good at painting" Chunhua asked, "Xie Yiting is selling upside down paintings, will you know him back then?"

Lin Xiao thought for a while, "Maybe." ” "By the way, my father has a friend named Shen Botao, and both of them went to Taixue in Hangzhou."

Lin Xiao said, "Later, Shen Botao didn't go back to Hangzhou, I searched all over Hangzhou and didn't have this person, according to his family, he stayed in Kaifeng to do business, and then cut off contact."

I've also inquired after I arrived in Kaifeng, but I haven't found this person yet. ” "Shen Botao."

Zhan Zhao thought for a while, "I'll go back to Kaifeng Mansion to check in a while, do you have any characteristics?"

Lin Xiao shook his head, "I haven't seen it, I heard from my father's friend." ” At this time, a carriage stopped at the door of Lin Fuzi's house, and Ge Qing came with him, helping to lift the door curtain, and Lin Fuzi got out of the car.

Lin Xiao got up, and everyone didn't stop him, letting him go home first.

Zhan Zhao looked at the situation below, "Ge Qing sent it back, it seems that the emperor is not unaware that someone is following Master Lin." ” Bai Yutang nodded, "The competition of the four courtyards will happen sooner or later, and it is better to compare this time." ” "Twenty-one years ago, there were a total of thirty people in Taixue and Xie Yiting's study, and none of them were named Shen Botao, and there was only one surnamed Shen."

Bao Yan said, "It's called Shen Yan." ” Zhan Zhao frowned and thought about it, "I haven't heard of it either." ” "Shen Yan" Wang Qi touched his chin and asked, "Are you in your forties, a little fat?"

Everyone looked at each other, and that day they knew.

Chunhua asked, "Do you know a man named Shen Yan?"

"I know that Shen Yan from Taixue," Wang Qi said, poking Chunhua, "You have such a memory, I don't remember the dean of Yuanqing Academy."

Chunhua was stunned for a moment, scratching his head, "Yuanqing Academy, that fat dean" Zhan Zhao and the others were curious, "Yuanqing Academy, is it one of the four academies participating in the competition this time?"

"That's right, I can rank fourth in Kaifeng."

Wang Qi nodded, "Shen Yan is the youngest dean, Yuanqing Academy has always had a good relationship with Taixue, because the dean used to be a student of Taixue, I have a few friends from Yuanqing Academy, I have seen Shen Yan a few times, an old fritter" "Is he from Hangzhou?"

everyone asked.

Wang Qi thought for a while, "This is not clear. ” "But even if he is not Shen Botao, at least he is a classmate of the Xie Yiting who died, we can ask him if he knows Lin Ziwen."

Zhan Zhao said, got up, asked Bao Yan and them to go back and check the head book of Kaifeng Mansion, and then make a list of all the people on the student list twenty-one or twenty-two years ago, and asked Wang Dynasty Mahan and them to visit from house to house.

Out of the restaurant, everyone else went back to Kaifeng Mansion, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang took the little fourth son to Yuanqing Academy.

As for why they took the little fourth son with them, because Tianzun and Yin Hou said that since they were in charge of the competition of the four academies, they knew that they would win every battle, so it would be good to have the opportunity to go to the enemy academy to investigate.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang were afraid that Tianzun and Yin Hou would cause trouble, so they simply took the little fourth son with them, the little guy may not be able to help, but at least they can't make trouble as the two old ones.

Zhan Zhao took the little fourth son in one hand and walked side by side with Bai Yutang on the street of Kaifeng Mansion.

Zhan Zhao asked, "Little fourth son, where is your little good son?"

Xiao Sizi looked up and said, "Xiao Liangzi practices calligraphy." ” "Practicing words" Bai Yutang felt fresh, "Why is he practicing words?"

Xiao Sizi said, "That day, Qiqi taught him a method, saying that he could practice well, so he is practicing these days, and he can write a letter to his father and mother after practice." ” Zhan Zhao smiled, "He has grown a lot." ” "Xiao Linzi said the same thing that day," Xiao Sizi said, suddenly twisting his face again, "Ah, Xiao Linzi and Xiao Linzi are heavy, why do everyone's names have the same words." ” Bai Yutang looked at Xiao Sizi, frowned slightly, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said, "Speaking of words, I seem to have heard the name Lin Ziwen somewhere." ” "Don't you remember the Taixue Directory?"

asked Zhan Zhao.

"It should have been earlier."

Bai Yutang frowned and thought, "Where have you seen it?"

Speaking of this, Bai Yutang's footsteps suddenly stopped, and said to Zhan Zhao, "I remember" Zhan Zhao looked at him.

Bai Yutang picked up the little fourth son and pulled Zhanzhao, "Go to the house of Xie Yi Pavilion" Zhan Zhao was confused, but he still followed Bai Yutang to Xie Yiting's old mansion.

At this time, there were still white lanterns hanging in front of Xie's house.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang found the Xie family's housekeeper and went to the warehouse where the Xie family's treasure was stored.

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Bai Yutang quickly found a painting and said to Zhan Zhao, "Look at the payment" Zhan Zhao raised his face, and saw that Bai Yutang was pointing to an ancient painting, painting a poem, and the time of the payment was twenty-one years ago, the name was Lin Ziwen, and there was a stamp Zhan Zhao was surprised.

Xiao Sizi touched his chin, "But this painting is different from the one that Zunzun bought." ” Bai Yutang nodded, "This should have been an ancient painting, Lin Ziwen just wrote a poem and commented on this painting."

Zhan Zhao nodded, this is quite common.

Bai Yutang asked the housekeeper, "Your master's study was stolen once before, but he didn't say anything was lost, right?"

The butler nodded.

"Does your master have any paintings in the study?"

asked Bai Yutang.

The butler thought for a moment, "I don't know what this is. ” Bai Yutang and Zhanzhao came out of Xie's house.

Zhan Zhao asked Bai Yutang, "Do you suspect that the study of Xie Yiting was stolen by a painting."

Bai Yutang was also unsure, and said, "I just think that if Xie Yiting can let Lin Ziwen mention the words on the painting, it means that he has some friendship, Lin Ziwen's painting attainments are far higher than his words, Xie Yiting is a person who loves painting, and there is no reason not to get a collection of his paintings." ” Zhan Zhao nodded, "They are the same year, but Lin Ziwen didn't go to Taixue."

The two were walking back, when they saw the door of the house on the side open, and a chubby soldier of the Imperial City Army ran out, and they were stunned when they saw Zhanzhao and Bai Yutang.

Then I saw the little fat man clapping his hands, "Oh, so what do you want, I'm thinking about whether I can touch you two when I go to the Jin family's old house at night."

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang looked over, this was the Imperial City Army soldier Wang Xiaopang who lived in the house next door to Xie Yiting's house.

He had helped inquire about the situation of the Xie family before, and looking at his appearance, it was estimated that he had discovered something.

Everyone walked and talked.

Wang Xiaopang said, "I chatted with the little maid of Xie Yiting's family again, and I inquired that Xie Yiting's study was stolen, and it may have been a painting that was stolen."

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang glanced at each other, and they really guessed correctly "What kind of painting is it?"

Zhan Zhao asked Chubby to say in detail.

Wang Xiaopang said, "His maid said that Xie Yiting has a lot of insomnia, especially on rainy days, and when he hears a little rain, he has a headache and can't sleep, so when his maid sees it raining at night, he will bring him soothing tea."

Several times, he was seen holding a painting and sighing.

When he saw the maid come in, he would roll up the picture and hide it in a very delicate box with a black white plum pattern.

However, after the theft, he never saw the painting again and then Xie Yiting died, and they cleaned his study and didn't find the box, but after all, it was the master's business, and they didn't dare to talk nonsense. ” "Did you ask in detail about the painting?"

Zhan Zhao asked.

Wang Xiaopang nodded, "Of course, a maid has seen it and said that it should be a landscape map, it seems to be a snow scene."

Then every time Xie Yiting looked at that painting, he felt that what he was holding was not a painting, it was a hot potato, and he sighed and sighed and looked very troubled.

And usually the black box is also well hidden, and then Xie Yiting will lock the door of the study when he goes out, and he will not let people go in to clean it on weekdays, and even the ladies can't go in when he is away."

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang glanced at each other's snow scenes After Wang Xiaopang finished what he had heard, he went to change shifts.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang continued to hold the little fourth son and went in the direction of Yuanqing Academy.

At the other end, Kaifeng Fuli.

After the grandson came back, Xiao Liangzi went all over the yard to find the little fourth son, and when he heard that he didn't come back, Xiao Liang, who had finished practicing the words, was not happy, and sat in the yard to comb the foal.

Bao Yan took out the head book of Kaifeng City and flipped through it.

Pang Yu was free, so he asked Tianzun, "Old man, the painting of Lin Xiao you bought that day, take it out and let me see if he really paints so well, I have to collect a copy when I find time."

Tianzun went to the room, took out the painting, and hung it on the rack where the clothes were dried, so that everyone could admire.

Everyone came to see it.

Gongsun couldn't help but admire, "I've never seen a painting like this, and his father painted the same style?"

Tianzun nodded, "Their painting styles are almost exactly the same, and their skills are almost the same, and this kind of thing is really wonderful."

"It's strange," Gongsun was puzzled, "If Lin Xiao and his father have this painting skill, he is absolutely famous all over the world, why is he not famous and has not seen a gallery shop selling his paintings?"

"Probably because of his untimely death," Tianzun felt a pity, "If he passed away ten years ago, he would only be in his thirties. ” Zhao Pu and Zou Liang also joined in to see the painting, Ouyang carried a large food box of roasted roe deer meat to share, followed by Long Qiaoguang, who was holding a bow and arrow, tilting his head and talking to himself.

Tianzun looked at Long Qiaoguang puzzled, and Yin Hou also felt strange, there is nothing wrong with this baby, how old is it, and he said to himself General Right raised his head, saw Yin Hou, suddenly leaned over and beckoned to him, "What, old man, take a step to speak." ” Yin Hou walked aside with him.

Long Qiaoguang asked, "How old are you?"

Yin Hou was stunned and looked at Long Qiaoguang.

"More than a hundred," Long Qiao asked.

Yin Hou scratched his head.

"How old is Wu Yiwu?"

Long Qiaoguang then asked, "More than eighty" Yin Hou sighed.

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The gossip listening to the crowd also understood, Long Qiaoguang, like most people, did not make a clear sense of the age of Yin Hou and Tianzun, Yin Hou and Tianzun due to their special status, deliberately erased about twenty years, which made people have an illusion.

Therefore, most people in the world think that they are more than 100 years old, so by analogy, Wu Yiwu should only be seventy or eighty years old.

The age is not right, and General Right naturally can't guess that Wu Yiyi is his idol.

It's just that Wu Yiwu casually taught him two sentences just now, and he was reborn by leaps and bounds, and Guang Ye was a little dizzy, and felt that something was not right.

Yin Hou thought about it and simply told him that he had it.

It's just that before Yin Hou could speak, he saw Wu Yiwu and Hong Jiuniang walking in at the other end of the courtyard.

Wu Yiwu was coughing, Jiu Niang stroked his back, and complained, "What kind of God, it's so dusty, it doesn't rain."

The sick scholar coughed and waved his hand, indicating that it was not serious.

When the two of them walked into the courtyard, they saw a group of people gathered around and looking at a painting hanging on a hanger.

The sick scholar himself is good at this, so he also came over curiously to take a look.

After only one glance, Wu Yiwu was stunned.

Jiuniang was also stunned.

At this time, I heard Wu Yiwu suddenly cough violently.

And all the people looked at him.

Yin Hou frowned, and Gongsun hurried over, "How?"

Before Gongsun could reach out and take Wu Yiwu's pulse, he saw a mouthful of blood spurting out of the sick scholar, impartial, spraying on the painting hanging by Tianzun.

Tianzun gasped.

Pang Yu and the others were so frightened that they hurriedly leaned aside, and any person who didn't understand medical skills could see that the person who spurted out this mouthful of blood was fine Gongsun stretched out his hand to check Wu Yiwu's pulse, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's okay, it's lung fever, it's a good thing that the blood can be spit out, take it in and lie down" said, took out a pen and paper to prescribe a prescription, handed it to Chen Xing'er, "Boil the medicine" Chen Xing'er and a few maids hurriedly ran to boil medicine.

Wu Yiwu kept coughing, Hong Jiuniang and Yin Hou helped him into the room to lie down, Gongsun gave him a few injections, and the cough gradually stopped.

At the door, the crowd was all around.

Lin Yehuo asked Granny Blackwater, "Hey, he's okay."

Yan Bi also frowned, "The third master hasn't been sick for a long time, isn't there a lot of pollen recently?"

"Third Master" everyone looked at him.

"Uh" Iwabi opened his mouth, as if realizing that he was talkative, and turned around and took the foal back to the stable.

Everyone is very worried about Wu Yicao's condition, to be honest, they have ignored his title of "sick scholar" before, no wonder the people in the Demon Palace call him sick bag, this is really not light.

Outside the crowd, Long Qiaoguang stood there stupidly holding the bow, frowning slightly Xiao Liangzi tugged at the hem of Tianzun's clothes on the side, Tianzun looked at the bloodstained painting bitterly, and covered his chest with a heartbroken voice: