In Liu Qinghuan's life, what she likes most is to eat, and what she dislikes most is to suffer.
But she was determined to suffer from this loss in front of her.
Reluctantly, she turned out the pair of "Magnolia Spring" and handed it to Xue Mu. I have been busy for so long, but in the end I still make wedding dresses for others.
Xue Mu unfolded the scroll in his hand and looked carefully for a long time before raising his eyes to look at Liu Qinghuan: "Why are you looking for this painting?"
The corners of Liu Qinghuan's mouth twitched, and just about to speak, Xue Mu said, "Don't lie."
Liu Qinghuan: "..."
She sighed, and sat down directly by the bed: "I'm just a liar who is only looking for profit. Of course I'm looking for this painting for money."
Xue Mu's gaze moved, and he said, "This painting is quite valuable, but there must be someone who is willing to buy it."
Liu Qinghuan glanced at him and laughed: "Master Hou, don't tease me, I know there is a treasure hidden in this painting."
"Treasure?" Xue Mu raised his eyebrows lightly, walked to Liu Qinghuan and sat down. Liu Qinghuan moved to the side uncomfortably, and said, "I heard that as long as the four paintings of "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter" are assembled, a treasure map will appear."
Xue Mu froze for a moment, then shook his shoulders and laughed lightly. Looking at his smiling face, Liu Qinghuan couldn't help frowning: "If there isn't really a hidden treasure, why are you, Tang Zibo, and Aies looking for it?"
Xue Mu smiled for a while, stopped and asked her, "Where did you hear this news?"
Liu Qinghuan pursed her lips: "This is related to my job, can I not talk about it?"
Xue Mudan smiled and thought about it, and said, "Sure, but I have something to tell you."
"What?" Liu Qinghuan blinked curiously.
Xue Mudao: "During the reign of the late emperor, there was a prime minister named Wen Wei who corrupted the law and enriched his own pockets. The huge amount of corruption shocked the government and the public. The late emperor sent a censor from Yushitai to thoroughly investigate the matter. The evidence of Wen Wei's corruption case is solid, but when the house was raided, the property found was far less than the amount of corruption, and Wen Wei also committed suicide before the house raid."
Liu Qinghuan frowned, and heard Xue Mu continue to say: "The censor continued to investigate this matter, but at the same time, the late emperor's younger brother, Prince Yong, was also looking for the whereabouts of the property. In the end, the censor found the clue first However, King Yong was ambitious, and the censor knew that he was doomed, so before King Yong found him, he burned all the clues with a fire, and he himself was buried in the sea of fire. Only four paintings remained. "
Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows moved: "These four paintings can't be Ding Maoxue's "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter", right?"
"Exactly. He secretly sent someone to send the four paintings to the emperor, but he leaked the news. The four paintings were not sent to the palace in the end, and the sender also died on the way."
"The painting was taken by King Yong?"
"No, although the person who sent the paintings died, King Yong did not find the four paintings on him. It must be that the person tried to hide them. But so far, the four paintings have been left outside. All. King Yong rushed to nothing and killed seventy-eight people in Yushi's mansion in a fit of anger, and none of them survived. After the first emperor learned of this, Long Yan was furious. He got away with it."
Liu Qinghuan frowned: "There is such a hateful person in the world! What is he trying to do?"
Xue Mu's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Naturally, they are recruiting troops to usurp the throne."
Liu Qinghuan felt her knees go limp.
She calmed down and looked at Xue Mu with a harmless smile on her face: "Since it is something corrupt, of course it should be returned to the treasury. Don't worry, Lord Marquis, I will never have any idea about those treasures hahaha."
Xue Mu smiled at her, making goosebumps all over her body: "It's better like this. It's a pity that the first emperor could not track down the whereabouts of the painting when he was alive. After the first emperor died, the emperor general Yong Yong The king was demoted to be the king of Lingnan, but it still failed to dispel his ambition."
Liu Qinghuan thought for a while and asked, "Is this poem chanting plums written on the painting by Yu Shi later?"
Xue Mu nodded.
"The clue is hidden in the poem?"
Xue Mu pondered for a while, then said: "Not all." He got up and put the painting on the table, poured some cold water into the water glass, and then slowly poured the water in the glass onto the painting.
Then a miracle happened.
Liu Qinghuan stared dumbfounded as the white magnolia in the painting gradually disappeared, while the ghostly talisman-like thing became clearer and clearer. She identified it carefully, and the group of ghostly drawn symbols should be a map, but the handwriting is too simple and scribbled, it should have been painted hastily by the painter.
Xue Mudao: "Ding Maoxue is not only fond of painting, but also likes to study the ink used for painting. He has studied two of the most magical inks in his life. One of them will appear when it meets water, and the other will hide when it is in water. After his death, it has been lost."
Liu Qinghuan seemed to understand a little bit: "Ding Maoxue's four paintings of "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter" were painted with ink that disappears when exposed to water, but the imperial censor used ink that appears when exposed to water?"
"That's right, for this kind of ink to be effective, it needs to be matched with special paper. And these two things can only be obtained by Ding Maoxue. Yushi is a person who loves painting. "I bought all four paintings, but it was a pity that Ding Maoxue's fate was still not changed. But it was also because of his appreciation that Ding Maoxue gave him the ink that will appear when it meets water."
Liu Qinghuan felt that this story was more exciting than the drama she heard in the temple. After digesting it for a while, she said, "What's the use of that poem?"
Xue Mudao: "Eggs can't be put in the same basket. Wen Wei is a cautious person, he hides the property obtained from corruption in two places, and this poem chanting Mei reminds that the other half of the map is in the same basket. It is hidden in the painting "Cinnabar Plum Winter".
Liu Qinghuan stared at him with wide eyes for a while, and said suspiciously: "Master Hou, you are not kidding me, are you?" No matter how you listen to it, this story is too fantasy.
Xue Mu smiled slightly: "What do you think of my weaving?"
Liu Qinghuan praised: "It's very thrilling."
After being silent for a while, Liu Qinghuan asked with a bitter face: "Master Hou, why did you tell me this?" As the saying goes, the more you know, the faster you die.
Xue Mu smiled and said, "It's nothing, just chat casually."
Liu Qinghuan: "..."
Xue Mu put the picture scroll in his hand into the brocade case, and stared at Liu Qinghuan's face again: "Your face is..."
"Human skin mask." Speaking of her favorite work, Liu Qinghuan was still a little proud, "If you don't like this one, I can change it to another one."
Xue Mu looked at it for a while and said, "No, I really like it."
Liu Qinghuan was inexplicably embarrassed, Xue Mu smiled a little, and stood up from the bed. When he was about to leave the room, Liu Qinghuan behind him stopped him: "Master Hou, what's the name of the censor you mentioned?"
Xue Mu turned around, looked at her and said, "His surname is Liu, and his name is Zhengqing."
Liu Zhengqing.
Liu Qinghuan's eyes flickered, and she said "Oh" before falling silent. Xue Mu glanced at her again before walking out of the room.
When he went out, Nian Tang was still guarding the yard. Holding the painting in his hand, Xue Mu stepped forward and said to Nian Tang: "I want to go to the palace, help me look after the person." After taking two steps, he turned back worriedly and said, "She may try to Run away, be careful."
"Understood, Lord Hou."
Liu Qinghuan watched Xue Mu walk away from the window, then went back to the bed and took out a rolled up white paper. A map was scribbled on the white paper, exactly the same as the one Xue Mu showed her just now.
The corner of Liu Qinghuan's mouth raised a smile unconsciously. She had said long ago that the thing she hated most in her life was suffering.
Carefully hiding the map that had been developed long ago, Liu Qinghuan fell down on the bed, preparing to take a nap to recover from the fright she received today.
When Xue Mu entered the palace and came back, the pair of "Magnolia Spring" was no longer in his hand. It was getting late at this time, so he went to the main room to take a look before returning to the lotus. After so much running around today, he actually felt a little tired, so he lay down on the bed early.
In a trance, I seem to see the scene of that year again.
In the twenty-ninth year of Tianzheng, the winter of that year seemed to be extremely cold, at least Xue Mu thought so.
The sudden news of his death, his sick mother, and even his little group alienated him.
It was snowing heavily, and he didn't know how long he had been standing at the gate of the Minister's Mansion.
The servants of the Shi Lang's mansion went in and out, but there was only one sentence back and forth.
"Third Miss doesn't want to see you."
She must be blaming herself for not following the agreement, so take her to visit Chang'an City, right? He kept explaining, asking people to talk over and over again, but the answers he got were always the same.
The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on his shoulders. The door of the Minister's Mansion opened again, and he happily called Xiaotuanzi's name, but it was Madam Liu who came out to persuade him to go home quickly.
The thirteen-year-old boy stubbornly refused to leave, but another boy came out from behind Mrs. Liu. He smiled to himself, walked up and said, "Qing Huan doesn't want to see you."
This was not the first time Xue Mu saw Tang Zibo, but the first time he found his face so annoying.
He hated it so much that he couldn't help wanting to go up and punch him.
But when he saw King Yong standing next to Tang Zibo, he gave up this idea.
After Xue Mu went back, he had a fever all night and almost died of burning.
He was stupefied with fever, but he knew that someone had been holding his hand.
The person I saw after waking up was Yongfu. His eyes turned around on their clasped hands, and then slowly closed his eyes.
After he recovered from his illness, relying on his high martial arts skills, he secretly climbed over the wall of the Minister's Mansion several times, and saw his Xiaotuanzi and Tang Zibo together several times.
Later, he finally couldn't help going up to catch Xiao Tuanzi, but she just kept a cold face, as if she didn't even want to look at him.
Xue Mu suddenly opened his eyes.
He frowned and sat up on the bed.
He dreamed again, something he didn't want to recall the most.