Hexi

Chapter 403 His sword is famous
After Su Luo finished speaking, she walked to the center of the room.

Now Qiuge is a small courtyard with three rooms in a row, and there are two wing rooms in the east and west. The last person who lived there was a relative from the Zhang family rescued by Zhang Yun's generation. He also became an official later. , opened a mansion, I heard that they have been in touch for a few years, but after the middle-aged died of illness, the family was thousands of miles away, and they lost contact after many years.

The yard has since been vacant.

But the Zhang family often has distant relatives visiting, so all the courtyards are cleaned up.

As Lu Ling said that day, the yard is old but obviously well-maintained. The various banana trees planted in the border of the yard are still growing in the original site. Simple and elegant, but not desolate.

Su Wei saw the two paintings hanging in the hall at a glance, but she and Han Mo frowned one after another.

These two paintings are not the two paintings that Lu Ling mentioned, not even portraits, but just two landscape paintings, and judging from the paper, the paintings will never be more than ten years old.It is true that Zhang Yun's signature is written on the signature, but "My blessing" and "Death" never exist!

"What's going on?" Han Mo folded his arms, "This kid surnamed Lu lied to you?"

No matter what, Han Mo still had a bit of grudges about Lu Ling Zeng Xiao thinking of Su Wei back then.

Su Wei frowned, looking around, there were only these two paintings in the whole hall.

Lu Ling really lied to her?
Why did he lie to her?

"Is there incense ash?" Han Mo suddenly stretched out his finger to wipe the dust off the painting table, sniffed it and said, "There is something strange!"

The tables are ordinary coffee tables, placed at the top, but there are gray and black dust in the gaps of the patterns on the table cases.Placed on the tip of the nose, it is the obvious taste of offering incense.

Han Mo's sourness instantly turned into solemnity.

Su Luo's bewildered eyes immediately became bright.

She contemplated the painting for a while, then suddenly raised her hand and picked up the scroll at the bottom of the painting.

The frame was raised, with the wall behind it.

But she took a closer look at the wall, then suddenly pulled out the hairpin on her head, and tapped lightly on the wall around the painting.

Knocking on the vase on the left, she suddenly withdrew the hairpin, supported the vase and broke it towards the wall, only to see that the entire brick carving behind the painting turned around, and when it was completely turned over, the back of the brick carving Suddenly there were two incense burners, the densely packed incense sticks left over from burning, and the smooth friction surface when the machine was rotated, all of which showed how frequently they were used.

"really!"

Su Wei took a deep breath, "Lu Ling didn't lie."

There are offering furnaces and incense ashes, which is enough to show that this place has actually been used as a place of sacrifice.

And it's not that the Zhang family doesn't have an ancestral hall, but they still want to set up a sacrificial hall here privately. Apart from what Lu Ling said, what else is possible?

"Since it's organic, the portrait must also be hidden here. These two are just deceiving people." Han Mo has already withdrawn from the vinegar vat and focused on identifying it.

Su Luo's eyes wandered inch by inch, and finally fell back on the two landscape paintings.

"This machine is used so frequently, do you think the portrait will be placed in an uncomfortable position?"

"I don't think so either. But unless there is a frame on this wall, I can't see where I can hide paintings." Han Mo squeezed his chin and looked at her again: "But with a frame, you are the master , isn't it?"

Su Wei looked at the painting and smiled, raised her chin lightly, and said, "Turn the scroll on the top of the painting inward and have a look."

According to Han Mo's words, he stretched out his long arm and turned the scroll at the top.

Then there was a sound of swipe, and the painting rolled up slowly, followed by an old and yellow portrait of the back of a woman slowly showing!
"It's really it!"

Han Mo lost his voice in surprise.

Su Wei took a deep look at the portrait, then stretched out her hand to support the painting, smiled at him and said, "Look, although I'm an expert in mechanics, I can't do it without your help at critical moments. "

These words had too much meaning, Han Mo blushed suddenly, as if being molested.

But Su Wei was already staring at the portrait carefully, and said: "What Lu Ling said is true, not only the word 'My Zu' is true, but the word 'Xu' is true, and this handwriting is also the handwriting of Mr. Zhang Ge. ! Who is the person in this painting?"

The woman in the painting is just like what Lu Ling said, she is not very young anymore, she has fine lines at the corners of her eyes on the third part of her face turned sideways, her hair is combed in a high bun, but there are only two or three hairpin ornaments, and her clothes are rich and powerful. Simple, but the long sword on the waist is depicted in detail—or, the sword itself is very special, with intricate patterns on the scabbard and a special design on the hilt, from the belt Judging from the folds, it is not light, but the woman who is carrying it has a relaxed face and a slight smile.

"This is... Qinghong Sword?!"

Han Mo's sudden utterance interrupted Su Luo's wait and see. "What?"

"This sword seems to be a lost sword in the palace. It's called Qinghong!" Han Mo's expression changed a few times, and he spit out words slowly and quickly, as if his throat was tightening. "I once heard from my aunt that there were three handed down swords in the palace, and the other two are still there, but it's a pity that the Qinghong sword suitable for women has been lost for some reason!"

"What is 'so'?"

Han Mo shook his head: "My aunt didn't say anything, and I guess she didn't know too well. Because she was also doing the sacrificial ceremony in the palace, and she saw that there was a space for the sword on the altar, so she heard what the palace people said. But the palace people also I don't know."

"Does the Emperor and His Royal Highness know?"

Han Mo pondered: "I'll go into the palace and ask."

Su Wei thought for a while, and then asked: "Will you tell the emperor about this portrait?"

Han Mo suddenly looked at her, but said nothing.

The Zhang family has such things in their collection, and there are such ancestors with special identities. Now that they have discovered it, they should not hide it from the palace.Han Mo even thought about how to find out more about Qinghong Sword's past from the emperor, but when Su Wei asked, he didn't know what to do.

Su Luo was also silently facing the portrait.

When she asked this question, she really thought of a lot of things.

Ever since Lu Ling told her about this weird thing yesterday, she felt some indescribable feeling in her heart.If the Zhang family is a descendant of the royal family or a relative of the emperor, they can reveal it openly. If they are afraid of hurting their reputation as Qingliu, as a person who reads sage books, it is really hard to justify it.Not daring to admit one's identity means not recognizing one's ancestors and being unfilial.

But that's all, the key is, why is it that no one knows about this matter?
Including the emperor?

This was really unreasonable, and she couldn't help but worry that something else might be involved.

The relationship between the Zhang and Su families is so close, as if they belong to the same family, if the Zhang family has something to do, it must be related to the Su family.As it was related to the state system, it was absolutely impossible for the emperor to be relieved by relying on a Tiangong workshop and the few cases solved by Su Shou.

When Han Mo talked about the possible origin of the sword, her heart sank.

(End of this chapter)