Tibetan beads

Chapter 12 Appreciating Paintings
When it was time to leave the office, Fang Yi came out of the duty room holding a few scrolls of calligraphy and paintings.

A familiar official asked, "Fang Sima, where are you going?"

Fang Yi smiled and said, "I have invited a few friends to appreciate the paintings."

The official nodded clearly: "This month, I have been thinking about it every day. It's time to relax."

Fang Yi agreed and said yes, "Then I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Watching Fang Yi leave, the clerk and his colleagues sighed, "Fang Sima is really not easy. The other day, Your Excellency was seriously ill, and he was there day and night, either in the Yamen or in front of the Lord's bed, and his own son was just like that. ."

"People are grateful. If it weren't for the adults, Fang Sima wouldn't be today!"

"Too……"

After leaving the yamen, Fang Yi did not take a car or a sedan, so he walked slowly to Mingde Building with his entourage.

This is the largest restaurant in Nanyuan, occupying an entire half of the street.The owner behind it is very capable, the chef is invited from the capital, the craftsmanship is excellent, and the environment is elegant.There are lively singing and dancing as well as quiet and quiet elegant rooms. No matter rich people or scholars, they all like to come here.

As soon as Fang Yi arrived, the man greeted him with a big smile: "Fang Sima, you haven't been here for a long time."

Fang Yi smiled and said, "Your food is too expensive. One table is half a month's salary. I don't dare to come here often."

The guy was amused by him and said, "Fang Sima is joking, as long as you are willing, why do you need to pay for it yourself?"

Fang Yi didn't say anything, but his entourage showed a displeased look: "How can you not pay for meals? Who do you think our son is?"

The guy knew that he had said something wrong, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, small nonsense, please don't take it to heart."

Fang Yi waved his hand and asked him, "I have an appointment with Young Master Li to appreciate paintings, you can take me there."

"Yes, yes." The man answered in a row, leading him through the lobby and into the backyard.

Fang Yi is also famous in Nanyuan. Someone in the hall saw it and said, "Is that Fang Sima? Isn't he always diligent and thrifty? Is he willing to come to Mingde Building?"

Someone at the next table answered, "You don't know about that, Fang Sima Mingde Building usually attends cultural conferences. When a few people share it evenly, they can make up for it. And he comes back and forth at most once a month, and it doesn't cost a lot of money. A lot."

"So it is. So square, no wonder Master Xu likes him."

"yes……"

In front of Mingde Building is a restaurant, but behind it is a garden.Pavilions and pavilions are scattered.

The guy led Fang Yi to a small building, and there was a faint voice talking about poetry and ci, and he stopped: "Fang Sima, here we are."

Fang Yi nodded and instructed his entourage, "Go have some tea, I'll call you when it's over."

"Yes, son."

The entourage followed the man, Fang Yi hugged the calligraphy and painting, and went up the stairs.

The doorman in Tsing Yi reported and pushed the door to invite him in.

Fang Yi stepped into the room, where several scholars were sitting or standing, judging a painting and calligraphy.

Seeing him come in, they smiled politely and distantly, and one of them cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Xue is upstairs."

Fang Yi bowed his head and thanked him, then went upstairs with the painting and calligraphy in his arms.

Downstairs laughed again.

The ground floor is separated, but the upper floor is a completely different situation.

The light red curtains were stacked layer by layer and spread all the way to the window, revealing a royal concubine couch decorated with gold and jade.

There was a woman leaning on the couch, dressed in a red shirt, with a delicate face, half of the skirt was raised, revealing a snow-white calf, with a variety of styles.

Seeing Fang Yi, she blinked: "Fang Lang, it's been a long time since I saw you, it's really hard to see you!"

There was no smile on Fang Yi's face, he put the painting and calligraphy on the table, and said coldly, "I would like to see you, do you dare to let me come?"

The woman "Gege" laughed, got up and walked over, hugging his arm: "Look what you said, isn't this for you?"

Fang Yi didn't have the slightest bit of pity on Xiangxiyu, stretched out her hand and pushed her away: "Don't move your hands and feet."

The woman almost fell and sighed: "Lang Jun is so cruel, so you are not like this."

Fang Yi was unmoved, sat down and said, "Stop talking nonsense and ask you something."

The woman sat lazily opposite him and supported her with her hands: "I know you won't come if you're okay, tell me, what's the matter?"

"Then what happened to the Golden Silkworm Gu? Why did it spit out?"

The woman frowned: "Spit it out?"

"Don't you want to know, why did he suddenly get better? He spat out the golden silkworm Gu that night."

The woman thought thoughtfully: "Is there such a thing? I have never heard of it."

Fang Yi's face was very bad: "I'm about to be killed by you guys, what I said is foolproof, but I made such a big mistake. If the adults wake up, I'll be finished!"

Seeing that he was so anxious, the woman smiled and reassured: "Don't worry, you can solve it when something happens, it's no big deal. Let's talk about it first, what's the matter with the vomit?"

Fang Yi then recounted what happened that night and how he found the corpse on his clothes.

He said: "Fortunately, I took the corpse away in time, otherwise it would have been exposed by now."

The woman pondered: "The person who gave me the golden silkworm Gu told me that this thing enters the body and will die until the end, and the Gu worm and the host will always die. You said that Xu Huan was already dying at that time, would you be wrong? ?"

"How could I be wrong?" Fang Yi was displeased, "Isn't it what you said about urging Gu worms? I did it all, and if it's wrong, it's also the way you said is wrong."

"Then there is another possibility." The woman said, "Perhaps Xu Huan drank something, and the Gu insect happened to be restrained by the medicinal properties, and was spit out after death."

Fang Yi was too lazy to deal with this matter, and asked her: "Gu worm is dead, and my lord sees that it is getting better day by day, what do you think we should do now? He absolutely can't wake up, if I wake up, I will be finished. If I want it, don't you either Think better!"

The woman said angrily: "Look at you, saying this again. We are grasshoppers on a rope now, of course we are advancing and retreating together, and we will not ignore you anyway."

Fang Yi's expression improved a little: "Now that Doctor Huang is so tight, I don't have the chance to poison him again. I have to think of other ways as soon as possible."

"Okay, let me think about it..."

As the sky darkened, Fang Yi stayed for another hour before leaving.

As soon as he left, the conference downstairs also disbanded.The woman straightened her clothes and walked out of the small building. Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Who?"

"Meow..." A cat seemed to be frightened and jumped out of the grass.

"It turned out to be a cat." The woman smiled, feeling too nervous, and turned to leave.

After a long time, a figure emerged from behind the rockery, and quickly disappeared under the cover of the night.

　One more chapter, but maybe a little later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)