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Chapter 358 The Real Painting Is Destroyed
Zhan Moyu rubbed his forehead, he knew that he gave the painting, but why did he get into a fight with Xin Ruo.

Xin Ruo's face swelled when he heard it, and he hummed lightly, "Monks don't tell lies, they only tell lies to deceive people."

Master Hu Yao laughed even more when he heard this, "You have been deceiving people, and you have used Master Hui Hai's name to make him sneeze a lot, don't say that I can't tell a fortune teller anymore, today I can do it." I'm here only if you're here."

Xin Ruonu pouts, it still needs to be calculated, don't you know it by sending someone to guard the gate of Funing Prince's Mansion, but she made him sneeze in the name of Master Hui Hai, but you mean the picture of the skeleton?
The corners of Zhan Moyu's eyes twitched when he heard that, the prince glanced at Xin Ruo, guessing and guessing what was going on.

Just now I was still wondering why the painting was not a picture of a skull, and I wanted to prepare the emperor mentally, but when the painting was submitted, I forgot it.

Could it be that the painting hasn't changed at all, the skeleton picture was drawn by Yu'er himself, in order to arrest Lin's mother and prevent people from entering those two rooms by the way.

But at that time, Yu'er was not at home, and Xin Ruo was alone, so the house belonged to Xin Ruo?

The emperor stroked his temple with his hand, and asked Master Hu Yao, "Master, what is the matter here?"

Not to mention that he had forgotten, Master Hu Yao took out a painting from under his wide sleeve with a wave of his hand, and said without blushing or panting, "I took the wrong painting last time, and Master specially asked me to send it."

The corners of Xin Ruo's mouth twitched wildly when he heard it, and he knew that he was unreliable, and he could pick up the wrong painting, so he really wanted to knock him unconscious with a stick.

The prince is also stroking his forehead, the emperor has nothing to say.

Listening to Master Hu Yao's words, I don't know whether it is he or Master Hui Hai who took the wrong painting, and I feel so depressed that I can't scold him.

Xin Ruo stared at the painting, Master Hu Yao frowned, "You're so stupid, hurry up and continue."

Xin Ruo looked at him suspiciously, "Are you sure it's true this time?"

Master Hu Yao twitched the corners of his mouth twice, glanced at Zhan Moyu, "Boy Yu, isn't your wife disrespecting my uncle too much?"

Zhan Moyu shook his head, "Young lady asked a good question, even if you get it wrong once, there is no guarantee that it will be good this time."

Master Hu Yao glared at him, "There are only two paintings in total, how can I take the third one by mistake? This is your ancestor's handwriting. Do you want to ask your father, my painting has been delivered, so let's go."

Saying that, she turned around and drifted away, Xin Ruo looked at the painting he stuffed into Zhan Moyu's hand, it was written by the ancestor of the Funing Palace, whoever it was.

Zhan Moyu opened it and was about to take a look, when a certain master who had been away for less than 2 minutes came back again.

Glaring at Zhan Moyu, he said, "I'm all because of you kid. If you have a daughter-in-law, you will forget about the uncle, and the uncle will forget all the important things."

As he said that, he took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to the emperor. The crumpled letter seemed to have been ravaged seven, eight or ninety times. After explaining what should be explained, Master Hu Yao really left this time.

Xin Ruo frowned, he was the most unreliable master she had ever seen.

I really don't know how he got the title of master, Xin Ruo looked at Zhan Moyu, "Master, maybe one day you can get the title of master."

"A master cannot marry a wife."

Xin Ruo was speechless, the prince over there came over and looked at the scroll, the painting was still the same painting, there was no difference at all on the surface, even the paper was exactly the same.

Xin Ruo was so disappointed, thinking that there was a shocking difference, but he dared to copy it, and it was so similar to the copy.

With her half-baked level, she couldn't tell which was real and which was fake.

Xin Ruo pouted and looked at Zhan Moyu. She couldn't even tell if the painting was true or not, let alone what was contained in the painting.

Xin Ruo looked at Zhan Moyu, Zhan Moyu looked at Wang Ye, and Wang Ye shook his head, but he couldn't tell the difference.

But since Master Hu Yao said that the previous painting was fake, then this one must be real.

The prince asked Zhan Moyu to roll up the painting and hand it to Xin Ruo. The painting in Xin Ruo's hand was like a hot potato.

Over there the emperor spoke, the tone was quite different from before, there is no way, Xin Ruo couldn't see anything before, it was all because of the painting, now the painting must be real.

Otherwise, Master Hui Hai wouldn't let Master Hu Yao visit, and besides, he still has the letter. I didn't expect that Yu'er had actually learned martial arts from Master Hui Hai. Although he didn't officially become a teacher, he could be regarded as half a master.

It's fine if the prince recommends it, but Master Huihai also agrees, and he will go after the iron box is opened. How can the iron box be opened?three days?five days?a month?

The emperor Sicen saw no difference in this painting, and he might not be able to open it for a while, but the pressure couldn't be less, "Three months, the iron box must be opened within three months."

Holding the scroll, Xin Ruo continued, "Otherwise?"

The emperor twitched his eyes, "No, otherwise, it must be opened."

Xin Ruonu pursed her lips, if you say you must, you must. It also depends on luck. Well, to put it bluntly, it depends on what she means.

Xin Ruo was still slandering, the emperor over there said again, "The battle at the border is urgent, I intend to let Mr. Banyue go, but he has not shown up for a long time, King Funing, this task is entrusted to you, you must find someone else."

The prince glanced at Zhan Moyu, Zhan Moyu led Xin Ruo to leave, that was between you and the emperor, it had nothing to do with him.

Hearing the prince reply, "I still have the suspicion of burning down the three yards of Banyuefang, the emperor asked me to go, did I intend to let me put my life in his hands?

I don't have as much face with Mr. Banyue as you, the emperor. You continue to read the memorial, and I leave first. "

As he said that, the prince rolled up the scroll on the emperor's dragon case and backed out. What are you looking for? People have sent him to him several times, so he shouldn't turn around and look for him again.

He had to suffer a lot of stares when he went back, who told his son not to listen to him at all.

Xin Ruo and Zhan Moyu left the imperial study room, and there were many ministers standing at the door, all staring at her, to be precise, it was the painting in her hand.

That was the handwriting of the first King Funing. It was a myth that he was an ever-victorious general on the battlefield, and he was invincible.

Thinking about it, a minister stood up with a flattering smile, "This painting is the handwriting of the first King Funing? Can you let us younger generations see it?"

The first one is raised, the second and the third stand out.

Zhan Moyu frowned, his face gradually sank, this painting was given by Master Hui Hai, there were only a few people in the room, who knew it was the first King Funing's handwriting?
Zhan Moyu didn't plan to talk to them, but they were all surrounded and couldn't leave.

The third master over there came over and patted Zhan Moyu's shoulder, "Yu'er, look at their curious looks, why don't you just let them take a look at it, don't worry, I will scare them, third uncle will take care of it."

The third master thought it was a picture of a skeleton, Xin Ruo didn't know how to answer it, it was just a painting, there was no need to be so curious, it seemed that they were narrow-minded in not showing it.

Xin Ruonu stared at Zhan Moyu, the prince over there came over and said with a smile, "It's not that I don't want to show it, but the original work is here with me."

As soon as the prince finished speaking, the surroundings of Xin Ruo and Zhan Moyu immediately became more spacious, and a swarm of bees surrounded the prince.

Xin Ruo shrugged her shoulders, followed Zhan Moyu, and took a step. Xin Ruo frowned, and stopped walking. Seeing her sniffing her nose, Zhan Moyu asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"Sounds like phosphorous powder."

As soon as Xin Ruo finished speaking, she felt that the painting scroll in her hand was taken away.

Xin Ruo subconsciously clenched it tightly, looked down, and saw smoke coming from the painting scroll.

Xin Ruo let go of it at once, and Zhan Moyu took it and threw it away. The scroll brushed in mid-air and flames burst out, watching the scroll rolling down the steps.

There was only one thought in Xin Ruo's mind, it was over, he was dead, let alone three months, even three years might not be able to open the iron box this time.

When the painting scroll caught fire, the father-in-law over there shouted in fright. The civil and military officials glanced over and saw Zilan running down to pick up the burned painting scroll with only two shafts left.

The prince was so surprised that he didn't even pay for the painting, so he came over, "Why did you burn the good painting?"

Xin Ruo innocently pulled the corners of her mouth, "Someone just sprinkled phosphorous powder on the painting."

Zhan Moyu stared at those people with a cold face, his eyes were icy.

Xin Ruo pulled his clothes from behind and shook his head at him, the prince frowned, not knowing what to do.

These people were all there, just now I didn't know who was around, who was throwing phosphorous powder, and this happened at the entrance of the Imperial Study Room.

In case the word spreads to the emperor's ears, Xin Ruo and Yu'er can't bear to walk around. This is the only hope to open the iron box. Now that it is destroyed, what will be the consequences?

The prince squeezed the scroll in his hand tightly, and said calmly, "It's okay, it's just a fake painting, if it is burned, it will be burned, you go back to the palace first."

Xin Ruo nodded, and followed Zhan Moyu down the steps, her legs feeling a little weak.

Over there, Zilan picked up two sticks and stroked her ears until they were so hot. The usual scrolls are all made of paper. Doesn’t this seem to be the case?
Zilan wrapped it with a handkerchief, and followed Xin Ruo back.

Xin Ruo glanced at the only two remaining sticks and straightened her forehead.

Xin Ruo naturally knew that what was burned just now was a real painting, but he didn't expect the thief to be so courageous, daring to sprinkle phosphorous powder in front of civil and military officials, surrounded by so many people.

Since he can sprinkle it on the painting scroll, he can completely sprinkle it on others to find a substitute for the dead ghost.

Xin Ruo was annoyed at the thought of this possibility, Xin Ruonu looked at Zhan Moyu with her mouth open, and Zhan Moyu was also frowning, when did you sprinkle the phosphorous powder, when the third uncle dragged him to speak?
Seeing him frowning tightly, Xin Ruo couldn't help asking worriedly, "Sir, what should we do now?"

Zhan Moyu helped Xin Ruo get into the carriage, and got into the carriage himself.

On the carriage, Zhan Moyu looked at the painting that the prince gave him before leaving, and rubbed his forehead lightly. Outside, Zi Lan knocked on the window, "Young Mistress, is this scroll?"

Xin Ruo lifted the curtain, looked at the two sticks and his head hurt, but he still took it, took it in and put it on the table, and then sat there, with an expression of waiting for punishment for doing something wrong.

Zhan Moyu hugged her lightly, "Don't worry, I have a husband here, it's okay, if you didn't have a good nose, you might have been burned."

(End of this chapter)