Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 360 The last painting, I can only rely on you (2 more)
A few days later, Emperor Guangxi was going to Chengde Palace to escape the summer heat, and Song Wei was asked to accompany him.

The day before leaving was a holiday, and Song Wei was bored at home, so he taught his son to read the Three Character Classic.

The little guy sat on the stool, shaking his head and following suit.

Wen Wan learned from Mother Jin and made sour plum soup herself.

When I entered the door, I saw that the father and son were serious about studying one by one, and couldn't bear to disturb them, so they walked lightly to the side and sat down, looking at the little guy's "masterpiece" on the table, and found that some words were written quite neatly.

Wen Wan's eyes fell on it, and the image of the little guy clumsily holding a pen appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Mother, I want to drink."

Wen Wan was in a daze, it might as well be that the little guy's attention was no longer on the Three Character Classic, he stared at the sour plum soup on the table and said childishly, "Jinbao is thirsty."

Wen Wan put the copybook he had practiced back on the desk, got up and brought over two bowls of sour plum soup, one for Song Wei and one for Jin Bao.

The little guy picked up the spoon and put it into his mouth one spoon at a time.

"Drink it slowly." Wen Wan said to him, "People who didn't like sour before, how can they drink it now?"

Jin Bao ignored her, smacked his mouth and continued to drink.

Afraid of drinking too much and making his stomach upset, Wen Wan only filled half a bowl for him. The little guy still wanted it after drinking, but Wen Wan refused to let him, "I've already finished drinking today's portion, I want to wait until tomorrow."

Jin Bao thought that his father was going on a long trip, so he looked at Song Wei anxiously, "I want to go with my father."

"Where are you going?" Wen Wan asked.

Jin Bao didn't know where to go, anyway, if he followed his father, there must be something delicious and fun.

Seeing that her son was silent, she raised her eyebrows gently, "If you can't answer, you are not allowed to go."

Hearing this, Jin Bao laid his head on the desk listlessly.

Wen Wan patted his little head, "It's not fun to go with your father, it's better to herd sheep."

"Grass the sheep, Jinbao wants to herd the sheep." Hearing this, the little guy regained his energy immediately, his round eyes were bright black.

Wen Wan pointed to the rough edged paper that was crumpled by him, "Here, write down the words, and when your father leaves tomorrow, mother will take you to Zhuangzi to herd sheep with your friends."

The energetic little guy immediately picked up a pen and wrote out the simple words his mother pointed out.

After finishing writing, Wen Wan asked him to recite the Three Character Classic.

The little guy quit, "Mother didn't give way just now."

Seeing that she couldn't be fooled, she changed her words gently, "If you can recite everything your father taught you just now, mother will not only let you herd sheep, but also let you go down the river to catch fish, how about it?"

The little guy snapped his fingers, as if he was trying to figure out who would suffer the most.

After many calculations, he still couldn't resist the temptation to catch fish. He opened his mouth and recited the three-character scripture that Song Wei taught him.

Wen Wan was satisfied, and took a sip on the little guy's white and tender face.

She said, with such a genius father, how could his son be poor.

Jin Bao's learning speed is no slower than Yuan Bao's, but he is just lazy. If you don't give him some benefits to lure him, his whole body will show sloppiness, making people look like a useless piece of wood.

Not long after, Father Song, who had made himself very energetic, came to take Xiao Jinsun away.

Only Wen Wan and Song Wei were left in the study.

Song Wei was washing his brush, and said casually, "I heard from Wei Qian that Hao Yun is dead."

Wen Wan's heart skipped a beat, "How did you die?"

"It's a long story." Song Wei's voice could not discern emotion, "But in the final analysis, he still died under the internal struggle of the Su family."

Wen Wan couldn't help but sigh, "Sure enough, big families can eat people."

Song Wei said with emotion: "If this person's exquisite thoughts on me were used to study, he would not fail the top two exams."

"Pull it down!" Wen Wan couldn't imagine a day when Hao Yun would get better, "He was abnormal from the very beginning, do you remember what happened back then? After the government examination list came down, some candidates broke out cheating , all the candidates in your class were required to file for a re-examination, but it was just a re-examination, and it wasn't that he had already failed the exam. He couldn't figure it out and wanted to jump into the river to commit suicide. With such a bad mentality, how can you expect him to be good? If he didn't meet For both of us, it is impossible for him to live for so many years.

Although he didn't know about it when we rescued him, but before the college entrance examination, he came to ask for advice in person, and you also treated him as a friend and taught him everything!Fortunately, he took your hard work to test the case leader, and even regarded you as a sworn enemy. Since then, he has tried every means to suppress you.

Xianggong, why do you think there is such a person who takes other people's things as his own? After all, knowledge, even if he steals it, you still pretend in your mind, but he can't deal with anyone, can he deal with you?Anyway, he can be regarded as a mentor. What kind of man is he doing this? "

After Song Wei finished washing the brush, he raised his eyes and saw Wen Wan complaining endlessly, he smiled slightly, "Hao Yun's behavior can only represent him, not that everyone is like him."

"I hope!" Wen Wan sighed, "I hope that from now on, we will never meet such a person again."

The husband and wife were talking, when Huimo, the servant, came in and reported, "Master, madam, Mr. Lu is asking to see you."

Master?

Song Wei quickly closed his eyes in surprise, "Please come in."

After Hui Mo left, he asked him gently, "Why is Xianggong's master here?"

Song Wei has been in Beijing for so long, and it seems that his master came to look for him for the first time.

Song Wei shook his head, "I don't know either, but I think it's something important to bother the old man to go there himself."

After Song Wei finished speaking, she told her, "Wanwan go back to her room first, I'll go see Master."

Nodding gently, she watched the man walk out of the study.

Song Wei went straight to the front hall, where Lord Lu was already seated, drinking tea at the moment.

After bowing briefly, Song Wei said with a smile: "It seems that our family has produced another priceless treasure by allowing Master to come to the door by himself."

Old Master Lu gave him a sideways look, "Aside from baby, can't I just come and see you?"

Song Wei smiled, Master is a person who does not go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing.

After he sat down, Old Master Lu got to the point, "I have ruined most of my life's hard work."

Song Wei didn't know that Qiaojia Yizhuang was related to Master's collection, so he looked a little dazed.

"Did you notice anything when you went to the Yamen these days?" Old Master Lu asked him.

Song Wei thought for a while, and said truthfully: "I heard from my colleagues that the Qiaojia Yizhuang in the south of the city exploded for no reason. In addition to human bones, there were also many broken pieces of porcelain and bronze wares. According to insiders, before those things were destroyed, They’re all antiques with a lot of time, and they’re worth a lot.”

In the process of talking, Song Wei probably already guessed something, "So, those collections originally belonged to Master?"

As far as he knows, his master has been collecting antique calligraphy and paintings for decades, and he has a lot of good things in his hands. If all of them are stored in Qiaojia Yizhuang, then this explosion can be said to have dug out his old man's heart. .

Thinking of something, Song Wei followed up and asked, "The three paintings of Mr. Liu are also in Yizhuang?"

Old Master Lu didn't say a word.

Song Wei quietly glanced at his master's expression, "Based on what I know about you, everything else may be genuine, but these three paintings are fake."

After all, it took decades of painstaking efforts to collect three pieces, so it is impossible to be careless.

Seeing that the master did not deny it, Song Wei said again: "It seems that the master was ready to be blown up when he copied those paintings, so the person who ruined your decades of hard work is the queen mother?"

For this apprentice's meticulousness, shrewdness and sagacity, Mr. Lu Houye has long been familiar with it, and guessed it easily when he saw his apprentice. The people under her have successfully discovered the Treasure Pavilion."

"Taking out decades of painstaking efforts to let her vent her anger, my apprentice is getting more and more unable to understand Master's thoughts."

"She hates me." Old Master Lu said: "From the day she entered the palace, she has hated me until now, and I have always known it."

"Then why don't you explain it to her face to face?"

Old Master Lu smiled, "If I could explain it, why would I hide from her for decades?"

Song Wei didn't ask any more questions.

In many cases, other people's helplessness cannot be easily resolved by you asking why.

If you have never experienced the helplessness of the other party, you should not make accusations from the perspective of God.

What's more, God stands so high, it may not be able to care for everyone.

As a mortal, what the naked eye can see becomes more and more one-sided.

Perhaps in the Empress Dowager's eyes, it is a big mistake for Master to be a heartless person, but where she cannot see, Master still has unspeakable difficulties.

Concentrating on his thoughts, Song Wei asked calmly, "Then what is the purpose of your coming to see me today?"

Old Master Lu said: "Last time I asked you to help me find the last painting, did you find it?"

"No news." Song Wei shook his head.

He asked Wei Qian to help with the investigation, but looking for something without any clues is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"I have news." Old Master Lu looked at him, "It's just that it's not convenient for me to come forward. Whether I can get the last painting depends on you."

Song Wei did not refuse, "Where is that painting now?"

(End of this chapter)