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Fang Wenzhong lit the candles, hung up the calligraphy and paintings one by one, tasted and appreciated them one by one, even if they were fakes, Fang Wenzhong would observe them carefully and seek the finishing touch.

When Fang Wenzhong approached an ancient picture with a candle, his eyes widened. It was a "Landscape and Pastoral Picture" by Yan Liben, a master of landscape painting in the early Tang Dynasty. In the distance was an ancient temple surrounded by deep forests. , Banqiao snowstorm, a guest in the middle, a desolate state, riding a donkey staggered past, the shape is desolate, the middle scene is a zigzag clear spring, the bottom can be connected to the splashing stream to help the circle back, and the top can be extended to the window to continue The ancient temple is faint... The whole picture gives people a sense of frustration and sadness.

Fang Wenzhong was stunned. He imagined his own life experience from the painting, as if he had become the rider on the donkey.

When Fang Wenzhong was immersed in it and was sad, Zhou Xing, the old rich man who did not know when he woke up from the coma, secretly gave Mrs. Zhou a wink. Mrs. Zhou understood immediately, and helped Zhou Xing to gnaw the rope with her mouth. , Zhou Xing, the old rich man, quietly untied him, but he didn't stand up, and rushed out the door openly, but lay down on the ground, and crawled out at a snail-like speed.

After escaping from Shengtian, Zhou Xing immediately ran all over the front and rear courtyards, calling for the guard who was on guard at night, and the guard immediately surrounded the master's bedroom tightly.

"Fang Wenzhong, the old man already knows your identity, you are already surrounded, let my wife go quickly, surrender with your hands up, hand in your gun and don't kill me, the old man will pretend that this never happened, what do you think?" Zhou Xingchaowu After Li yelled this sentence, his intestines almost turned green.

Fang Wenzhong's surprised voice came from inside the room: "You son of a bitch, when did you escape!"

The old man Zhou Xing suddenly had black lines all over his head. It turned out that this guy was still obsessed with calligraphy and painting, and he didn't realize that he had escaped. If he had known, the old man would have taken advantage of this guy's carelessness and rushed in to rescue him with lightning speed. Mrs. Madam said, it's good now, but Fang Wenzhong was awakened from the wonderful ocean of art, so that he missed the best time to rescue.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world, there is rat poison, but Zhou Laocai dare not touch the medicine as small as a fingernail.

It is said that Fang Wenzhong came to his senses, and when he saw this situation, he grabbed his wife in a hurry, jumped out of the room, and said loudly: "I am just a literary thief, I only want money, and I don't want to cause trouble. If you want to save your wife, you must not Reckless move!"

Zhou Xing stroked his beard, his face was uncertain, he hesitated for a moment, finally took a deep breath, and ordered the servants to take a few steps back.

Seeing that the situation had eased slightly, Zhao Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Zhou Xing and asked, "Patriarch Zhou, do you know why someone in my room is suffering today?"

"For this painting." Zhou Xing replied honestly, pointing to the "Pastoral Landscape" in Fang Wenzhong's hand.

"Then do you recognize this painting?" Zhao Zhong asked again.

Seeing that the thief asked such a question at such a time, Zhou Xing was quite amused, and said with a sigh of relief: "This is the original "Pastoral Landscape Picture" by Yan Liben, a great master in the early Tang Dynasty. To tell you the truth, in this big cabinet, Only this painting is authentic.

What Zhou Xing said was the truth, this "Pastoral Landscape" had been treasured by the Zhou family for many years, and it was put together with the fake painting Duan Mingyu bought, just for the sake of misleading.

"Tell me what's so good about it." Fang Wenzhong looked at Zhou Xing, who looked rather rich, and asked provocatively.

Zhou Xing was just a rich man, he was only able to write his own name, he only knew the surface of the calligraphy and painting of celebrities but not the inside, so naturally he couldn't tell the truth, and couldn't help but blush.

Cough cough, at this time, Fang Wenzhong felt that there was some kind of "technical itch" that made him feel hot all over, and began to condescend, flaunting eloquently: "Master Yan Liben is a well-deserved master of landscape and countryside in the early Tang Dynasty. In the painting, you can't see the elegance, tranquility and femininity of ordinary painters, but the fortitude and desolation are overflowing in the mountains and rivers and the shadows of trees. If you don't believe me, the lines are powerful hooks and cuts. Feeling of hesitation, the branches are also nail-headed and rat-tailed, with distinct setbacks, jagged bones, and exposed pens..." As he spoke, Fang Wenzhong seemed to have forgotten his situation, and naturally loosened his grip on Mrs. Zhou's hand. Opened up, and subconsciously unfolded "Landscapes and Pastoral Maps", and began to point and point, feeling bursts of emotion...

Zhou Xing and all the servants were stunned when they heard it, all of them were dumbfounded, their eyes were dumbfounded, and they were amazed by the obsession of this strange thief who was fearless in the face of danger. Zhou Xing said: "This painting has become a rare treasure now, and it can worth half of your family property. You shouldn't mix it with other fake paintings. You should treasure it and cherish it with love." "Give it up like Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing took the painting respectfully, as if receiving a treasure, and hugged it caressingly in front of his chest.

Zhou Xing patted the master of Zhou's family on the shoulder, and said: "You know that moths are the most forbidden for mounted paintings, so remember to put them in camphor wood boxes!"

"Wake up, wake up, I will definitely wake up..." Zhou Xing quickly agreed.

As soon as Zhou Xing finished speaking, Fang Wenzhong suddenly took Zhou Xing's arm, put the knife on Zhou Xing's neck again, and said with a smile, "Someone give me the money, how about you give me a ride!"

Zhou Xing finally came to his senses, but Fang Wenzhong had already been made a hostage, and his heart suddenly became cold. At this time, even if Zhou Laocai was unwilling, he had no choice but to ask his family to open the package. The money, a group of family members and servants, and the old man Zhou Xing who was tightly detained by Fang Wenzhong sent Fang Wenzhong out of the gate respectfully.

When he reached the gate of Zhou Mansion, Fang Wenzhong suddenly stopped in his tracks, and said to Xing with a smile: "Thank you Brother Zhou for the gift, but I have to say that the painting your brother is holding is a fake. I copied it, but the real thing is still in my family, and my family is poor in money, but I really don’t want to sell this family heirloom. In order to keep the real thing and pass it on to future generations, I would rather steal it than get a bad name. Today Regarding the matter, please forgive me a little bit, Brother Zhou..."

Then Zhou Xing suddenly realized, threw the scroll far away, and said angrily: "You thief, you are really deceiving people..."

Fang Wenzhong took a quick step forward, picked up the painting, didn't even want money, threw it back to Zhou Xing, clasped his fists in both hands, shook it at Master Zhou, and then disappeared into the night like flying... …

Fang Wenzhong escaped from the Zhou Mansion, and was immediately spotted by Duan Mingyu's hussar army eyeliner, surrounded by three circles, and this guy really couldn't escape for a while.