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Chapter 117 ⑨Eldest Princess (6)

After asking, Wen Jinhuan felt that Fan Zheng would hit him as soon as he said that he was upset.

Fan Zhengyi carefully looked at Wen Jinhuan's face, seeing that Wen Jinhuan's expression was cold, and he didn't seem angry, and he was still very disturbed, mainly because he was afraid that Wen Jinhuan would hate him because of it. , He did the rest, and he did it, graciously admitting it.

"Because Shan Zeyao has recently offended the eldest princess." He replied.

"..."

Wen Jinhuan really didn't expect this answer.

"What's the use of a person who offends the eldest princess." Fan Zheng got angry from the bottom of his heart, and he took out a painting, "What's more! Shan Zeyao stole my things!"

"..."

Do this, steal something?
Wen Jinhuan still knows a little bit about Gongdou and Zhaidou, they are nothing more than framing and stealing things, or really stealing things.

"What is it, show me." Wen Jinhuan motioned Bihan to get the painting in his hand.

She thought it was a famous painting, but she never thought that the painting was about her.

Wen Jinhuan spread out the painting and saw that the person in the painting turned out to be her. The time was on the day of enjoying flowers and tea in the Flower Appreciation Building. She tilted her head and was talking to Hua Chengyun.

It's just that she was only painted, and there were other maids, probably because she didn't dare to paint the holy face.

The women in the painting are surrounded by clusters of flowers, completely restoring the scene of the Flower Viewing Tower.

The building at the same height should be the restaurant on the left side of the street opposite the Flower Viewing Building.

Wen Jinhuan asked, "Did you draw this?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"Why did he steal your painting?" Wen Jinhuan asked again.

There are many doubts and insufficient evidence.What's more, this is not a famous painting, and Shan Zeyao's character probably doesn't like this painting.

To be honest, Wen Jinhuan's painting is quite beautiful.

Fan Zhengyi swore: "I don't know, but I found this painting in his room!"

"..."

The imperial physician was taking Shan Zeyao's pulse, and he was sure he had a fever, so he gave him a fever.He was dazed by the heat, probably because he heard Wen Jinhuan and the others talking, so he sat up abruptly and struggled to say something.

"I don't bother to steal."

After speaking, he fell down in discouragement.

It also surprised everyone.

The imperial physician continued to see a doctor and write prescriptions. Wen Jinhuan waved his hands and asked people to go down to grab the medicine and boil it.

Wen Jinhuan looked back, and she asked in a businesslike manner, "When did you find this painting in his room?"

"..."

Fan Zhengyi couldn't answer, he pursed his lips tightly and frowned.

It's too suspicious. If it wasn't framed, how would it be known exactly whether it was stolen by Shan Zeyao or found in the room.

After being silent for a while, Fan Zhengyi said, "Xiaoyu told me."

Who is Xiaoyu?
Maybe it's another male favorite in the house. Compared to this place, there are not many male favorites, but there are the most male favorites, and Wen Jinhuan doesn't even know a few of them.

"Go and call Xiaoyu here." Wen Jinhuan ordered.

No one in the room spoke, they were waiting quietly, the only source of sound was Shan Zeyao, and the maid gave him medicine again.

After a while, Xiaoyu was brought.

Seeing so many people here, his eyes were a little flustered, and he saluted Wen Jinhuan, "See the eldest princess."

"When did you find out that this painting was in Shan Zeyao's room?" Wen Jinhuan asked directly.

Xiaoyu lowered her head, "I...I saw him bring a painting back from the outside once. After a while, I heard that Mr. Fan's painting had disappeared, so I thought of Shan Zeyao."

"When." Wen Jinhuan said.

"Not long after the Blossom Festival," he replied.

"When did your painting disappear?" Wen Jinhuan asked Fan Zhengyi the question.

Fan Zhengyi pondered for a moment, "I don't know what it means that it disappeared, but it disappeared when I looked for it the day before yesterday."

"..."

After a long silence.

Shan Zeyao has finished feeding the medicine and is sweating.

Wen Jinhuan glanced at the two of them coldly, and then gave an order, "Then search, the whole house will be searched by me! Don't let go of any place!"

She didn't believe it, and she didn't believe anyone's words.

The whole government was dispatched, and the bustling crowd made everyone unclear.

I searched up and down, and searched everything in an hour and a half, including Shan Zeyao's yard.

Finally, several paintings were found in Shan Zeyao's study, one of which was similar to the painting scene brought by Fan Zhengyi.

Wen Jinhuan looked through these things, smiled, "Not enough, look for it again, and look it up on the ground."

"..."

Someone panicked.

Wen Jinhuan ignored it, and said again: "Especially under the trees, where things can be buried, and the corners of the room, don't let me forget."

"..."

This time it took an hour to dig out several fresh scrolls on the ground.

The guard came back with a few painting scrolls stained with mud and said, "Princess, I have searched all of them."

Wen Jinhuan nodded, "Where did you find these?"

The guard replied, "In a courtyard in the southwest."

"Bihan." Wen Jinhuan called out slowly.

"The servant is here." Bihan responded quickly.

"Who lives in the southwest."

Bihan replied respectfully, "It's Xiaoyu."

"Oh?"

Wen Jinhuan raised an eyebrow.

He asked in a puzzled tone, "Xiaoyu, why did you bury these paintings in the ground?"

While speaking, she stretched out her hand to get the paintings, but was immediately stopped by Fan Zhengyi, and Wen Jinhuan watched his movements with great interest.

Fan Zhengyi said: "The eldest princess is delicate and delicate, she won't touch these dirty things, let me do it."

"..."

Wen Jinhuan withdrew his hand and let him do it.

Fan Zheng opened all the scrolls, and several paintings looked different, but one was the same as the scene of the Flower Viewing Building.

Wen Jinhuan wondered, is she so popular?
When Fan Zheng saw the portrait on the painting, he was stunned. This... This is too similar, but if you look closely, only those who understand painting can see the way. The focus of his paintings is somewhat different from that of Shan Zeyao Same.

Moreover, none of the paintings he made will have a mark in some inconspicuous place, which does not affect the aesthetics, but also allows people to know that it is his painting.

Just now he saw the mark of his painting, he was dazed, and said: "This... this is my painting."

"Xiaoyu explain to Bengong." Wen Jinhuan took the reactions of the two of them into his eyes unhurriedly.

"Nu..." Xiao Yu suddenly knelt down and kowtowed her head to the ground, "I was wronged, I hope the eldest princess will forgive my life and give me a clean slate."

"The evidence is convincing, and you still want to argue?" Wen Jinhuan's voice was flat, and the displeasure in his words was still heard.

"I don't want to use lynching. If you admit it boldly, maybe you can save your life."

"..."

The movement of kowtowing stopped, and then kowtowed again in the next second, Xiaoyu cried and shouted: "It wasn't done by the slave, it must have been planted by someone else to frame the slave, please be careful, the eldest princess."

"..."

Wen Jinhuan already has the answer in his heart, do you think System M and Yun Qing are vegetarians?
Xiaoyu was still stubborn, "Eldest Princess, if it was done by a slave, it is impossible for a slave to bury the painting in his own yard. Please, Eldest Princess, check it out."

There is some truth to what I said.

He had been crying and howling, Wen Jinhuan was annoyed and frowned.

"I have my own destiny in my heart. If you admit it generously, you will suffer less flesh and blood."

She really didn't want to get involved in this kind of house fight and waste time for these people.

"Take Xiaoyu down, and drive him out of the Princess' mansion immediately."

"..."

Wen Jinhuan's words shocked Xiaoyu's body, and her crying stopped abruptly.

Two guards came in and dragged the stunned Xiaoyu down.

"Eldest princess, why don't you believe what I said, why—" Xiaoyu struggled and shouted.

"You want to know why?"

Wen Jinhuan said something.The dragging guard stopped outside the door.

"Because you moved people in my palace."

What Wen Jinhuan said next, let people inside and outside the room hear clearly.

"..."

After a few seconds, Wen Jinhuan waved his hand, "Pull it down."

You should never touch Shan Zeyao, even if Wen Jinhuan doesn't like Shan Zeyao, only she can bully her.

The cries gradually disappeared in the darkness, and the Princess's mansion was destined to be restless tonight.

Fan Zhengyi was immersed in Wen Jinhuan's words just now, and couldn't recover for a long time. He was shocked by Wen Jinhuan's words. Since he was so protective of Shan Zeyao, Fan Zhengyi showed a bitter smile on his face.

"Princess," Fan Zhengyi looked at Wen Jinhuan, with tears in his pupils, and said in a hoarse voice, "What he can do for you, so can I; he can make tea and so can I." , he can draw and so can I, and I can play chess but he can't. When will you see my existence, princess."

The voice gradually weakened until the last sentence dissipated in the mouth.

Wen Jinhuan said: "You don't know people clearly, and you don't have the ability to distinguish right from wrong. Go back to your yard. I will let the palace forget about what happened tonight."

She knows what it's like to be in love, and it's impossible for her to respond to Fan Zhengyi's liking, so she can only say this.

Although a little heartless, he can't let him go on like this without the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

In fact, Fan Zhengyi didn't have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, but was dazzled by jealousy. He didn't think much at the time, so he hurried over and beat Shan Zeyao up.

Other than personal vendettas, that's about other reasons.

With his head drooping, he walked out of the yard as if lifeless.

The person on the bed lay quietly.

Wen Jinhuan searched out the paintings from Shan Zeyao's study, and opened them one by one to have a look.

The portraits are all about her, and she knows some of them. After all, he sent someone to monitor Shan Zeyao. Wen Jinhuan would know when he did what, including when he was painting.

Why did Shan Zeyao paint her, what was he thinking when he was painting her, and what kind of mentality did he have?
like?

Pretend to like it?

Ah.

Wen Jinhuan put down the paintings, ordered someone to clean them up, waited on Shan Zeyao, and she went back to her courtyard.

After a day of exhaustion, Wen Jinhuan soaked in the warm tub until the water cooled and drove her drowsiness away.

Wen Jinhuan got up and wrapped her body with a towel. The maids outside the screen heard the sound of water and walked in one by one, packing things quickly.

Bihan helped her get dressed and wiped her hair.

(End of this chapter)