The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 127 This Young Master Xiang is a Fake!

"It's Feng Canglan!"

"She seduced me first!"

"Presumptuous!" Feng Canglan interrupted with a sharp reprimand, "You are so daring, you dare to make trouble in the palace, and you dare to covet this princess!"

"Where are the laws of the country and where are you as the regent!"

"Husband! This person has harmed countless girls with dirty magnification! He must be severely punished!"

The movement here attracted countless people, and everyone in the royal family who heard the news looked curiously watching.

Feng Canglan looked at everyone calmly from the corner of his eye, and finally his eyes fell on Lin Yixue, who had a sinister and crazy face.

Quietly closing his eyes, his lowered pupils were stained with blood.

"what happened!"

The emperor's thick and old voice sounded, and the painter immediately squirmed and turned to the emperor to cry.

Feng Canglan's fingertips revealed silver needles, but someone took a step ahead before he could make a move.

Zong Zhengyu swept the hairpin on the ground, and the hairpin flew towards the painter as if it had been given life.

"Uh..." The painter's pupils dilated, a hairpin was inserted between his brows, and blood mixed with brains flowed down the bridge of his nose.

The concubines watching the excitement screamed and quickly covered their eyes not to look at the bloody side.

The emperor's eyes widened when he saw this scene, and he couldn't believe that Zong Zhengyu didn't have the slightest scruples to kill the people he invited into the palace in front of him.

"Regent!"

"How dare you kill people in the palace!"

Zong Zhengyu unhurriedly pulled out a handkerchief, and slowly wiped his delicate fingers, "Can't the imperial palace be killed?"

"But this king has already been killed."

He raised his head slowly, met the emperor's eyes, and the two looked at each other.

The hall was filled with gunpowder smoke and the smell of gunpowder.

The scene is stiff and the atmosphere freezes.

Feng Canglan pulled Zong Zhengyu's cuff, and then said to the emperor, "Brother, this painter is not Mr. Xiang, but an assassin in disguise."

"Sister Chen and Husband discovered this and brought the assassin to the palace to avoid accidentally injuring other people."

"Unexpectedly, this assassin is so stubborn that he wants to fight to the death when he sees the emperor's brother coming in."

"What my husband did just now was to protect and comfort the emperor."

Feng Canglan's words caused an uproar in the audience.

"How is it possible! This is not Mr. Xiang!"

"It's obvious that the style of painting is unique and novel, it's indeed Mr. Xiang's style, how could it be an assassin!"

"That's right, Feng Canglan, don't talk nonsense just to get rid of the crime!" Lin Yixue immediately jumped out to question Feng Canglan.

She raised her eyebrows and glanced lightly, Lin Yixue's expression changed on the spot, suppressed by a powerful aura.

Feng Canglan turned his head and said, "This assassin imitates Mr. Xiang's painting nine times, if not, how could he possibly be able to enter the heavily guarded palace."

"If my daughter remembers correctly, there is an authentic copy of Mr. Xiang's work in Pinghou's mansion. The emperor can send Pinghou to bring the original work for comparison."

"No matter how imitated it is, it will be fake after all, and it will immediately reveal its original shape when compared with the real one."

Feng Canglan moved the emperor with his words, and he immediately sent someone to ask Pinghou to bring Mr. Xiang's authentic works into the palace.

During the waiting period, the group went to the Imperial Study Room.

Feng Canglan remained silent the whole time, while the emperor was studying the paintings of today's "Mr. Xiang".

"Your Majesty, Marquis Ping has brought the original work of Mr. Xiang." The eunuch came in and reported.

The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, his expression serious, "Pass."

"Yes." The eunuch waved his whisk, "Chuan Pinghou entered the palace—"

A middle-aged man stepped into the imperial study room. Although he was over half a hundred years old, he had a strong body, and he could vaguely see the scenery on the battlefield after many years of cultivation.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live." Marquis Ping bowed in salute.

The emperor waved his hand, "Ai Qing is free."

"Your Majesty, this is the original work of Mr. Xiang, "Splendid Mountains and Rivers."

Ping Hou presented the painting, and the eunuch hurried to pick it up and unfolded it slowly in front of the emperor and everyone.

Comparing the two, you can tell the authenticity and fake at a glance.

Although the counterfeit has its shape, it has no meaning.

Those who saw it believed Feng Canglan's words in their hearts, but they dared not say it clearly.

This "Mr. Xiang" was recruited into the palace by the emperor, agreeing to Feng Canglan's rhetoric is equivalent to saying that the emperor has no eyes, and not only recruited an impostor, but also recruited an assassin.

The emperor's face became gloomy when he saw it, and he summoned all the court painters to debate the truth.

But for a moment, all the court painters gathered beside the two paintings.

"This! This, this, and this! This is Mr. Xiang's "Splendid Mountains and Rivers Picture". I didn't expect this old man to see the original work in his lifetime."

"Sure enough, the painting style is novel and the painting skills are unique, it's really amazing!"

"The paintings of Mr. Xiang are unique."

"Peerless."

The painters were all praising the perfection of the painting, completely ignoring the people in the room behind.

The emperor's face turned from black to green, and finally turned red with anger, "Come here, take that assassin's body and flog it for eighty, and throw it to feed the wolves!"

No matter how the painters came and went, the emperor asked them to leave, and all of them looked at "Splendid Mountains and Rivers" reluctantly to leave.

Knowing that the paintings are all used in Pinghou's mansion, "Pinghou Youxiang's original work is still hidden, and he will not show it for us to open our eyes."

"That's right, Marquis Ping is too stingy."

"Next time we come to Pinghou Mansion together, you can show it to us for appreciation."

Being flattered and flattered by all the painters, Pinghou Mansion is also a painter who is naturally happy, and there are so many people who know the goods.

His painting was collected before Mr. Xiang became famous.

At that time, I just felt that the style of painting was novel, and I had never seen it before, so I asked the little boy to buy it.

Unexpectedly, in just a few years, he became the most sought-after top painter in Shangluo mainland.

"Good good."

"Come together when the time comes, and I'll show you all."

A group of people exchanged pleasantries, completely forgetting that this is the Imperial Study Room.

The painters didn't remember where this place was until the emperor took another picture of the inkstone with his face completely dark.

Everyone's complexion changed drastically, and they hurried away.

Ping Hou took the original work and hurriedly resigned, holding "Splendid Mountains and Rivers Picture" as if he was afraid of being robbed of his love by the emperor.

Feng Canglan spoke at the right time, "My sister and my husband originally discussed to interrogate the mastermind behind the assassin before telling the emperor, but I didn't expect such a big oolong."

"My husband is stubborn, and he doesn't like to talk, and he almost got into a misunderstanding."

The emperor had originally planned to severely punish Zong Zhengyu but was forced to stop, and put on a gentle smile, "I was careless."

"I'm getting old, I don't know people well, and my seventh brother has been wronged."

Before Zong Zhengyu could speak, Feng Canglan took the first step, "Brother Huang, what are you talking about? We are a family, why should we be wronged?"

"The family doesn't speak two languages."

The emperor was slightly stunned, his gaze stayed on Feng Canglan for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Okay, okay."

"I'm tired too, you can make your own arrangements."

The emperor left, and the concubines also left.

Feng Canglan turned around and looked at Lin Yixue's gentle smile, "Sister Yixue, I have something to tell you, let's talk alone."

King Xiao wanted to stop him, but Zong Zhengyu's cold gaze stopped him before he could speak.

Lin Yixue smiled and immediately followed Feng Canglan's footsteps. When the two of them reached a place where no one was around, Feng Canglan stopped.

"Cousin, you..."

In the middle of Lin Yixue's words, she was held down by a force in the water——

(End of this chapter)