The Evil Emperor Pursues His Wife: Sheng Chong Shifei

Chapter 153 Memory Corridor
After being yelled at by his father, Shangguan Shuchen calmed down and obediently followed his father to Shangguan Qing's house.

At this time, the Shangguan’s house became a huge construction site. The craftsmen of the Chen family were demolishing the original buildings in the courtyard, clearing out a construction site at a vertical position of [-] degrees from the big house, and the craftsmen transporting building materials came in and out continuously. , In order to facilitate the entry and exit of trucks, a hole was opened in the wall next to the gate.

Seeing this, Shangguan Shuchen frowned and said, "What's the matter?" Then, under Shangguan Wenhe's gaze, he obediently shut up and followed his father's footsteps inside.

Shangguan Shuchen walked a few steps, and said unwillingly: "Didn't your highness invite you to go to Lingnan to take up the feudal domain? Why do you want to start construction again?" He wanted to slander Chu Qianhan for fame, pretending to be profound, but when he saw his father With a serious expression, he didn't dare to speak too harshly.

Shangguan Wenhe knew what the eldest son was thinking, and knew that this was a man who was attached to the powerful.Couldn't the eldest son think about it, the reason why the emperor made himself the prime minister was not because of Shangguan Qing's repeated suggestions.Chu Huaitian has been in power for 20 years, and he always wants to get rid of the restrictions of the local wealthy family, so that the royal family of the Chu family can become the real co-lord of the world. He saw an opportunity in Shangguan Qing, and he gave so much to the Shangguan family in order to let Shangguan Qing do his best. reward.

Shangguan Wenhe doesn't know martial arts, let alone comprehend vitality, and doesn't know many deep-seated things.

Chu Huaitian not only wanted Shangguan Qing's wisdom, but also robbed Shangguan Qing of his talent. Today's situation is all because of his greed. He always said that he can't be a farmer who scares the goose that lays golden eggs to death, but he has already done it.

Shangguan Qing stayed behind closed doors and was unwilling to accept Luan Taisi because she had a cold heart for the royal family. She stayed in the capital entirely because of Chu Qianhan.

After walking through a messy stockyard, Shangguan Wenhe saw Jiang Sixue, the limping steward. After hearing that the person who came was Shangguan's prime minister, Jiang Sixue hurriedly sent someone in to inform him. He said with a smile: " Forgive me, the old lady, these craftsmen were sent by the crown prince to help the girl build the big house in the sketch."

Jiang Sixue is now Shangguan Qing's housekeeper, so he naturally calls Shangguan Wenhe the old man.

Chu Qianhan was really scared, and once again replaced the guards around Shangguan Qing, dispatched the most capable people, and secretly moved into Princess Xiyue's mansion next door.

"Prince?!"

Shangguan Wenhe was very surprised, he thought these were all arranged by the Third Highness Chu Qianhan.

Jiang Sixue nodded and said: "It was arranged by the prince. The girl is not in good health and needs to rest. His Highness the Third Highness wants to escape the world with the girl and leave the capital. How could there be such a big construction at this time."

"Does the prince also want to marry the second younger sister?" Shangguan Shuchen's eyes sparkled, as if he saw a golden mountain, and asked impatiently.

Jiang Sixue despises him in his heart, it's too obvious that he clings to the powerful.

Shangguan Wenhe let out a cold snort and told the eldest son to shut up. At this time, the guard of the simultaneous interpreter trotted back and led Shangguan Wen and father and son inside.

Walking into the preserved corridor from the original messy courtyard, the environment suddenly changed a lot.

After turning another moon gate, the famous big house in the capital appeared in front of it. The outer wall of this three-story building was smoothed with cement. After long-term water cultivation, it showed a deep greenness.

On the arm of the wall somewhere on the second floor, there is an obvious fist mark and knife mark. A craftsman is painting transparent resin on the wall there, intending to keep the mark on it.

Shangguan Wenhe didn't understand and asked, "What are they doing?"

Jiang Sixue said happily: "A few days ago, the red scarf thieves made trouble here and attacked a few princes. At that time, the princes were gathering in that room. The red scarf masters outside wanted to break through the wall and go in. They were blocked, and there were several first-grade masters among those masters, but none of them were able to destroy the walls of the big house. The girl said, if we want to leave all these traces and let people see more, the business of our cement kiln factory can be improved. Good. Those people are using turpentine to smooth out the traces on it, and when the turpentine is dry, they can be removed and taken to the cement factory for exhibition, so that customers can see the quality of my products."

Shangguan Shuchen muttered: "Nonsense." He is not used to business affairs now, and feels that the prime minister must have a noble style, and recently when he goes out to eat, someone pays the bill, and it is rare to come into contact with A Duwu. Money is not pleasing to the eye.

Shangguan Wenhe nodded appreciatively and said, "It's a good idea. The cement factory has the shares of the Huangcheng Division, so run it well. The imperial court can't bury your contributions."

"The old man said so."

Jiang Sixue walked a few steps quickly, and went up the steps to open the door for Shangguan Wenhe. It was the first time for Shangguan Wen and his father and son to come to the big house, and Shangguan Shuchen

Shangguan Shuchen had a casual attitude at first, but he also put it away after entering the big house. It was the first time he saw such a strange building, and the layout and decoration were very weird.As long as it is a painting hanging on the corridor wall, these paintings are different from freehand landscapes, the lines of each painting are very delicate, and can even be described as precise.There are mountains and waters in the paintings, as well as street buildings, some of which are famous places in the capital.

One of the paintings is of the street market in Wazi, Dongcheng. In just one corner, there are more than ten figures in it. The poles at the feet of the peddlers and the tattered trouser legs of pedestrians are all carefully drawn.

The whole painting is to print the scene of a market.

Shangguan Shuchen was bitter for no reason, and wanted to know who drew such a painting.

"Who painted this, it doesn't follow the ancient method." Shangguan Shuchen said critically.

Jiang Sixue explained: "These are all drawn by girls, they say they are sketches, not for freehand brushwork but for realism."

"It's bullshit."

After Shangguan Shuchen finished speaking, he looked at his father, wanting to get support from him, but seeing Shangguan Wenhe's suddenly sad expression, he didn't dare to say the words.

What Shangguan Wenhe saw were not only paintings, but also a corridor of memory. The paintings in these paintings were all places Qianqing had visited, and some of them were taken by Shangguan Wenhe. At that time, Qianqing’s biological mother had not Passed away, Mae Qing lived in happiness every day.

Shangguan Wenhe remembered the scene in the painting. That year when Shangguan Qing was five years old, Shangguan Wenhe bought Shangguan Qing a sugar figurine from the peddler in the corner of the painting.

This corridor belonged to Qianqing, and Shangguanqing drew down the most unforgettable moments in her memory.

In the middle of the walk, Shangguan Wenhe saw a painting, which was the Huating Pavilion in the garden of Shangguan’s home. The six people in the painting were Shangguan Wenhe, Shangguan’s wife, Shangguan Shuchen, Shangguan Xiao and two maidservants. People are happy and happy, but there is no place for Shangguan Qing.

Shangguan Wenhe's heart ached for a while.

Shangguan Shuchen didn't notice the hidden meaning in the painting, and said very dissatisfied: "What is the second sister doing? How can you make the family painting on the painting public, take it down quickly."

Jiang Sixue was unmoved, and what Shangguan Shuchen said didn't count.

"Father."

"Shut up, go back if you don't want to see it."

(End of this chapter)