Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 29 I like this painting more

Hai time.

The study of Su Ji, Tongshan government office.

Not sure when Su Jizhi will come back.

Miao Hong has been waiting here.

Seeing Su Jizhi for the first time, Miao Hong saw that Su Jizhi was not as happy as when Weishi left.

After getting up and lighting the candle, Miao Hong asked with concern, "Master Su, what happened?"

Su Jizhi was covered in stinky sweat, and simply wiped his face with a cotton handkerchief, before replying quietly: "Zhang Guan and Tang Hongqiu were chopped off at the back, and Wei Zhengwu's death was due to jealousy."

Miao Hong was stunned for a moment, and then understood the emperor's intention: "Has the emperor sent someone to Wuliang Mountain?"

Su Jizhi nodded.

Miao Hong couldn't figure it out, the case was closed smoothly, why does Su Jizhi still look gloomy?

"My lord has met the emperor, does the emperor not like it?"

"No, the emperor just insisted that I go back to Dali Temple."

"What about you? What are your plans?"

"Stay in Tongshan Mansion."

In this case, what else could make Su Jizhi angry?
"My lord, who did you meet during your stay in the capital?"

Miao Hong racked his brains, but he couldn't think of any other people or things that Su Jizhi could not handle besides the emperor.

Su Jizhi moved his lips, not wanting to say that Wan Yan's redemption price was raised to 1 taels by the emperor.

"Miao Hong, do you have a way to make money?"

"Make money? What does your lord want to do?"

Su Ji's anger is not going well, and he hates himself for having too little money.

"My lord, you already have 500 taels, how much more do you want?"

Seeing Su Jizhi's eyes flicked to the candle, Miao Hong didn't look at him, and exclaimed, "Su Jizhi, you don't know if your money is gone?"

Su Jizhi kept silent and found that there was a painting scroll on the desk case, which was not his property.

"what is this?"

"Oh." Miao Hong hadn't recovered from the shock, and took out another dark red carved dressing box from the drawer and handed it to Su Jizhi: "These are all sent by Miss Wanyan."

Su Jizhi's heart shuddered when he heard Wan Yan's name.

Opening the dressing box, Su Jizhi's eyes darkened, suppressing his shock, he quickly closed the lid and ordered Miao Hong: "You can go."

Miao Hong wanted to scratch the wall: "Su Jizhi, I've been waiting for you all night, what's in the box?"

Su Jizhi held the box tightly in his hand, not letting Miao Hong approach.

The two looked at each other, Miao Hong's curiosity was aroused, and he was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

Su Jizhi was cold and clear, his eyes were like torches, and Miao Hong was defeated.

Moaning in his mouth: "Okay, I'll go, I'll go back and think about ways to make money, don't ask me when the time comes."

Miao Hong muttered and vented his dissatisfaction: "I knew something was wrong with you, but don't blame me for not reminding you, Wan Yan is an official prostitute, and she is named in the household department, and the old guy in the household department has long disliked you."

Walking to the door, Miao Hong suddenly said: "Su Jizhi, you still owe me a drink, don't tell me, you don't even have money for the treat."

Su Jizhi was speechless, and Miao Hong was heartbroken: "I, why did I decide to follow you?"

The sound of Miao Hong's footsteps gradually faded away, and Su Jizhi opened the dressing box and found that his palms holding the box were covered with sweat.

Inside the box was a letter, and under the letter was a 500 tael bank note.

Su Jizhi's fingertips felt a little numb.

Opening the letter, the elegant small script came into view, and there was a faint fragrance on the letter paper, which was Su Jizhi's familiar smell.

Hello, my lord:
Wan Yan was lucky enough to meet an adult, not simply admiring him, spending a few days with him, he was upright, firm, speaking for the dead, and the rights of the living, and let me see a broader life.

I was deeply terrified to learn that my lord was speaking for Wanyan in the Jiaofang Division. I have 500 taels of silver notes attached to the letter. Please accept it with a smile. I will always remember your kindness to Wanyan.

Except that Wan Yan is not free, everything is fine in the Jiaofang Division. I am the daughter of a criminal minister, and my lord has a noble status. Wan Yan will keep her identity in mind and will not cause trouble to my lord.

In addition, I would like to tell my lord that the "Fishing in the Cold River and Snow Alone" hanging in the study by your lord is from Daqi painter Wen Daoyan, but that painting is a fake.

If you want to ask how I know, because...that painting was drawn by me, and this painting was sent to Yuyuanxuan for consignment by me three months ago.

Su Jizhi happened to be standing next to the painting, extremely shocked.

It was when he first arrived at Tongshan Mansion and passed Yuyuanxuan that he saw the artistic conception of this painting at a glance.

There is even a sense of intimacy, because he has seen this original painting in the hands of painter Xue An.

Su Jizhi didn't study calligraphy and painting, and he didn't mind whether he hung fakes in his study.

He wanted to tell Wan Yan that he liked her paintings more than the original ones.

After reading the letter, Wan Yan wrote:
Wen Huasheng's original works are given to adults along with this letter. Your status is noble, so the original paintings are more suitable for adults to hang in your study.

Here, let me tell you a little secret. You can take a look at the eight-hole bridge facing the river in the copied painting.

On the first stone pier, there is no carving on the stone steps of the original painting. In order to distinguish my fake, I drew a very small Sophora japonica flower on the stone pier.

In the back corner of the counterfeit painting, there are four words Qing'an Jushi hidden in the scroll.

My lord, that is the name of the little girl, please learn from me, my lord.

Su Jizhi let go of the letter, feeling overwhelmed.

I feel that the 500 taels of silver bills are like a hot potato.

Su Jizhi said that he couldn't understand this little girl anymore.

Walking to the front of the painting, Su Jizhi gently tore open a corner of the scroll. If Wan Yan hadn't told him, he would never have thought that the painter's name was hidden in the scroll.

Sure enough, at the bottom corner of the black scroll, reflecting the candlelight, appeared the four small characters Qing'an Jushi.

Looking at the first stone pier of the Eight-Arch Bridge in the painting, Su Jizhi approached the candlelight, and could vaguely see a blooming Sophora japonica flower.

Su Jizhi knew that Wanyan liked Sophora japonica the most.

The green bamboos in the courtyard swayed under the moon, and the fragrance of pagoda tree flowers in this season from the whole Tongshan Prefecture was also wafting.

Su Jizhi stood in the room, in a daze, not knowing where to go.

When we first met, Wan Yan was timid and apprehensive, she was like a soft and soft little white rabbit.

Goodbye, she drank acacia powder for him, and endured bone erosion in prison.

Later, she smiled at Qianxi and broke into the study at night to express her admiration, but Su Jizhi knew that she was not real.

Later, she helped him solve the case and made a condition.

At this moment, Su Jizhi felt a little regretful, he was too harsh on this little girl.

When Su Jizhi walked out of the study, the bamboo shadows under the moonlight were mottled, which perfectly resembled his chaotic mood at the moment.

I still remember that under the moon, the girl danced in front of him with bare feet like this.

She was so beautiful that he was powerless to resist.

At this moment, Wan Yan also looked up at the bright moon.

You should have read the letter.

What will happen to him when he receives 500 taels of silver?
Wan Yan had no other intentions, she was grateful to the adults for allowing her to enjoy the short days of being cared for and cared for after her father left.

She is an official prostitute, and now she understands better, except for the emperor's amnesty.

She may never leave this place for the rest of her life.

Since there is no hope, she hopes that the adults will be well.

My heart hurts for no reason.

Is this her Xue Wanyan's life?
Wan Yan leaned against the carved window sill, her eyes covered with mist.

save money!
Save a lot of money!
This is what Xue Wanyan will do in the future...

(End of this chapter)