Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 359 The Death of Hao Yun (1 more)
Knowing that he couldn't speak, Aunt Qiu continued: "It took me many years to find a place full of priceless antique calligraphy and paintings. If you can set it on fire, I will help you leave Su's house Make a comeback, and then you can deal with Lu Yanbin's concubine whatever you want."

Hao Yun frowned.

He didn't know whether he should trust Aunt Qiu, but right now, it seemed that she was the only one he could trust.

Raising his head, Hao Yun still had doubts in his eyes.

Aunt Qiu said, "Now you have no choice but to trust me."

Hao Yun couldn't open his mouth, so he dipped his hand into the tea on the table and wrote: I'm so hurt that I can't get out at all.

Aunt Qiu's smile deepened, "As long as you agree, I will make you heal as soon as possible."

Hao Yun still hesitated: what place are you talking about?
"Master Lu's Treasure Pavilion."

Master Lu loves to collect, and he is even crazy about it. There are not many people in the whole capital who don't know about it.

People like Hao Yun who have never paid attention to the Lu family have heard of it.

There are not many people who covet the things in the hands of Old Master Lu, but there are no more than two kinds of people, one is the lovers who really know how to collect, and the other is the money fans who are purely for money.

It's the first time Hao Yun has met someone who found a place and wanted to burn it for neither money nor collection. How much hatred does this have to have?

He was puzzled: Do you have any grudge against Mr. Lu?
Aunt Qiu reminded him, "You shouldn't ask, you'd better not ask."

This plausible answer made Hao Yun more certain of his conjecture.

There must be a story between Aunt Qiu and Master Lu, otherwise she wouldn't hate that person so much.

Burning that place is equivalent to killing the heart of Old Lord Lu.

Hao Yun asked again: Since there is such a big hatred, why don't you burn it yourself, but let me, an outsider, intervene?

Aunt Qiu said: "There are people who can do it for you, why do you have to do it yourself?"

Hao Yun was speechless.

He is indeed at the end of his rope. At this time, no matter who it is, as long as he can see the hope of survival, he is willing to exchange everything.

Aunt Qiu looked at Hao Yun's embarrassed appearance, and thought of the Treasure Pavilion of Master Lu.

The queen mother has sent people out to look for it all these years, but after turning the Lu family upside down, they didn't find a single antique calligraphy and painting.

The queen mother turned her target to the outside again. The hidden guards did not let go of the places that Old Hou Ye Lu had been to or would go to, but nothing was found.

It was just an accident to find out that Cangzhen Pavilion is under Yizhuang.

The queen mother said at the time that she never expected that Old Master Lu would put the treasure that he regarded as his life in a special place for the coffins of the dead.

The reason why Aunt Qiu didn't let the people below do it was not because she was afraid of being disrespectful to the dead, but because... she didn't dare.

On the surface, that place is Yizhuang, but in fact, the Zangzhen Pavilion is underground. However, there is an anti-theft mechanism inside. You can go in and enjoy it, but you can only appreciate it. The secret room will be blown to the ground in an instant.

In other words, anyone who dares to steal or has bad intentions must be prepared to die with the collection.

……

Hao Yun is already a useless chess game, it is better to let him play the final role.

As long as that place is blown up, most of the empress dowager's heart knots for many years can be solved.

Hao Yun didn't know what Aunt Qiu was thinking, so he continued to write: Where is it?
Aunt Qiu replied: "South of the city, Qiaojia Yizhuang."

Hao Yun was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Old Master Lu to put the collection in that kind of place.

Seeing Fei Cui coming back from the outside at the end of her eyes, Aunt Qiu lost her previous expression and said to Hao Yun: "Heal your injury first, if there is anything else, we will talk about it another day."

After Fei Cui entered the door, she pursed her lips and said, "Auntie, the master won't let you call the doctor."

Aunt Qiu looked at this girl and felt that she was really innocent, so she deliberately reminded Su Guogong, can she still ask the government doctor?I can't wait for Hao Yun to die of pain.

I was thinking in my heart, but on my face there was a look of panic, "Then what should I do?"

Fei Cui sighed, "Now we can only see my uncle's good luck. If he can survive these two days and wait for the wound to scab, he will probably be able to survive."

Another whip wound to the flesh, another scald beyond recognition, just now he was poisoned and hoarse, even with his iron body, he couldn't last through the middle of the night.

Aunt Qiu said: "I remembered that there are two boxes of gold sore medicine in Wutong Garden. You can come with me to get them and apply them to my aunt."

After finishing speaking, she instructed Fei Cui, "You have to keep this matter from the master, otherwise let him know. You servants who are serving, don't even think about getting good fruit."

Fei Cui nodded hastily, "I know this, I will keep it a secret."

Aunt Qiu hummed in satisfaction, and led her back to Wutong Garden to get the medicine.

Aunt Qiu, whose real name is Qiu Shuyue, is the most capable female hidden guard under the Empress Dowager Renyi. In order to enhance her skills, the Empress Dowager sent her to the Western Regions to learn medicine, poison and hypnosis.

The golden sore medicine she mentioned was actually a wound medicine prepared by herself to make Hao Yun heal as soon as possible, which was faster than the medicine given by ordinary doctors.

After taking the jade back, Hao Yun carefully cleaned the wound on Hao Yun's back, and then sprinkled the powder on it.

During the whole process, Hao Yun didn't say a word.

At first, Fei Cui thought it was because of the toughness of the uncle, who could bear the pain.

Slowly, she realized that the uncle was unable to make a sound.

Fei Cui is a simple-minded little girl. When she learned that my uncle was severely punished by the master and became dumb and could no longer speak, she told Su Yu about it when she returned to the main room after serving Hao Yun.

In the end, he sighed, "Miss, my uncle is so pitiful!"

Hearing this, Su Yu sneered, "If he is pitiful, then the world is full of pitiful people."

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After half a month, Hao Yun's injuries were almost healed.

With the help of Aunt Qiu, he quietly left the Duke's Mansion and went to Qiaojia Yizhuang.

According to Aunt Qiu's instructions, he successfully opened the Zangzhen Pavilion under Yizhuang.

Seeing the well-designed Duobao Pavilion inside and the dazzling collection of treasures on it, Hao Yun was stunned.

Having lived for more than twenty years, he has never seen so many treasures. Even if he doesn't know how to do it, he can judge the value from the delicate workmanship of the bronze and jade wares and the exquisite calligraphy and painting.

One of these things can be sold casually, and it can ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

Hao Yun glanced at the fire folder in his hand, and suddenly felt compassion.

Wouldn't it be a pity if such valuable objects were burned by a fire, it would be better if he stole a few and took them out to hide them, and then burned the remaining ones that couldn't be taken away.

He couldn't stay in the Su family anymore, he had to pave a way out for himself. Aunt Qiu kept saying that she would help him, but that woman was so vicious, who knew which words were true and which were false?

Having made up his mind, Hao Yun put the fire bag in his arms and began to wander around, trying to see which one was the most valuable.

Finally, he turned his attention to the three paintings on the east wall with Mr. Liu's inscription on them.

No matter how ignorant they are, it is impossible for their scholars not to know Jin Chaoliu.

Mr. Liu's four most famous paintings: Ten Fang Ya, Bai Cun Xin, Qian Zhang Xue, Wan Li Chun.

Now there are three hanging in front of my eyes.

A picture of Ten Fangya, a picture of a hundred-inch heart, and the last picture of Wanlichun.

There are rumors that Mr. Liu's last will is to tell his descendants to protect the four paintings with all their lives. As for whether it is true or not, people in later generations have different opinions, and there is no conclusive evidence.

Regardless of whether the rumors of Liu's descendants guarding the paintings are true or not, Mr. Liu's paintings can definitely crush any other paintings in it.

Once these three paintings come out, they will definitely attract the attention of many people. Wouldn't I be able to sit on the ground and raise the price?
Hao Yun was ecstatic, and looked down on others at all, so he reached out to pick the three paintings hanging side by side.

As soon as he took down the first picture, he heard the sound of the stone door of the secret room closing heavily.

There was a few moments of silence inside, and the sudden huge explosion wave threw him out and hit the wall.

Then he found that apart from being unable to call for help, he could not even hear the most basic voices, and his eyes went black in bursts.

At the moment when he was blown to a bloody mess, his soul pulled out and floated in mid-air, and all kinds of scenes in his lifetime flashed before his eyes.

He still remembers that he was a scholar in Hui'an County, Ningzhou. When he was young, his family was poor, and his widowed mother worked hard to support him in his studies. After finally saving some savings, he married his daughter-in-law. She failed the exam and Hong Xing cheated, and even later took her son and defected to that man.

After several years of hard work, at the age of 22, he finally met Song Wei, the noble man who was hit, a genius comparable to a Wenqu star descending to earth.

Except for the bad luck he was born with, everything that that person possessed was enough to make him mad with jealousy, talent, looks and a beautiful lady, even a self-proclaimed literati like him couldn't escape it.

So he began to be dissatisfied with the status quo, dissatisfied with the fact that every time Song Wei taught him what was left over, he wanted to stand out and let everyone know that he was no worse than Song Wei.

In the examination room, he resolutely stole Song Wei's stuff, including the structure of the article and some wonderful viewpoints and understandings.

That time, he took the lead in the case and was complacent.

But what followed was the news that Song Wei was escorted to the Imperial College. At that moment, he clearly felt the humiliation of being trampled underfoot.

After entering Beijing, he scouted around and carefully wooed him. Although no powerful person would talk to him, but luckily God helped him during the Spring Festival, and Song Wei passed the bottom of the test.

When he saw the list outside the Gongyuan of the Ministry of Rites, Hao Yun knew that his "good luck" was coming.

Among the Ningzhou candidates in that class, he had the best grades. He was full of confidence and felt that he would definitely be able to enter the top two in the palace examination. For this reason, he invited his classmates to dinner in advance.

But he never expected that he thought he had done his best in his life, but in the end he only got a fellow Jinshi.

And Song Wei, a high school student, rides a horse and parades through the streets, which is very beautiful.

Why!Why!Why does he pay so much, always fetching water from a bamboo basket in vain, but Song Wei did nothing, and easily got what he dreamed of in his life!
He is not reconciled, it must be that Song Wei has done some witchcraft and reversed his luck, yes, it must be like this, he can't just let it go, even if he turns into a ghost, he must make Song Wei climb as high as possible , What a fall!

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The explosion in Qiaojia Yizhuang was not small, and soon alarmed the patrol battalion.

When the patrolmen rushed over, in addition to the broken limbs and arms that had been blown to pieces, they also found a lot of broken porcelain and bronze wares.

The patrol battalion quickly informed Emperor Guangxi of this discovery.

"Porcelain fragments, bronze wares?" Emperor Guangxi wondered, who would be so bored to put those things in Yizhuang?

The leader of the patrol battalion said: "After looking at it roughly, there are at least a hundred pieces, but it's a pity that all of them were blown up, and there is not a single piece left."

Hundreds of antiques.

Emperor Guangxi thought of a possibility, he retreated from the commander of the patrol battalion, and quickly went to Shou'an Palace, and asked the Queen Mother, "Did the Queen Mother blow up the Qiaojia Yizhuang in the south of the city?"

The corners of the queen mother's lips curled slightly, "No wonder the Ai family heard the news, it turned out to have been destroyed."

"Mother." Emperor Guangxi looked at the dignified woman sitting on the Arhat's bed, "It's time for you to let go of your worries."

After so many years of endless revenge, she actually hurt herself, didn't she?

(End of this chapter)