Jin Tingjiao

Chapter 478 A Painting

The area is not as big as their Zhaoyang Palace bedroom, after all, it is across the courtyard, but there are three east and west rooms, but each room is spacious and luxurious.

There is no hostess in the mansion, so it should be Bi Shangyun's own hand that all the objects are arranged.

But the jade carvings on the shelf, the blue and white flowers under the curtains, the gold painting on the utensils, the silk curtains hanging in the room, including the brocade mattress on the bed, all look elegant and quiet.

There was even a faint ambergris in the room.

She looked around, finally opened his closet against the wall, took out a few clothes from it, and carefully identified the embroidery patterns on them.

After watching one piece and then looking at another one, the action became even faster in the end.

"What did you find?" Xiao Huai walked over.

"Look at the color of the silk thread on it," she held it up to him, "it's exactly the same as the silk thread on the corner of the robe you cut off last time!"

She used the embroidery needle hidden in the bun to show him the silk thread. She had thought of this layer before she came, so she was prepared.

Xiao Huai stared at the thread with fixed eyebrows, and then looked through the other clothes she took out. Although the colors of the silk threads were different, the texture was the same to the touch.

Bi Shangyun naturally didn't expect to reveal his flaws in such a detail, so he didn't think of taking precautions when he captured Qi Jiu that day.

He said calmly: "Huo Jiu is looking for the agency, let's look again and see if we find anything else."

Shen Xi nodded, and here he put the clothes back intact first, making it look the same as before, and then aimed at the drawer on the side, opened it to look.

There are not many things in the drawer, only a few bottles of ointment, open it and smell it, it is full of thick ice flakes, maybe he will have some pain in his body every day.

I looked at this side, and was about to look at a few drawers to the east, when Huo Jiu sent out a signal.

"Okay." He hinted in a breathy voice, then uncovered a picture of Suihan Three Friends on the wall, reached out and pressed the mechanism.

When Shen Xi saw this picture of Sui Han's three friends, he was suddenly stunned!So much so that she didn't even notice that the secret door next to her opened.

"What's the problem?" Xiao Huai noticed.

She pursed her lips slightly and pointed to the wall: "This painting was drawn by me..."

"..."

51 years after Zhang Ying's death, and 13 years since Zhang's family was destroyed, she would actually see her handwriting from her previous life on the wall of the new dynasty's Taifu!

"What's going on?" Huo Qiu asked.

Shen Xi glanced at him and swallowed his saliva.

"The Grand Tutor has gone to the palace, why are you looking for him?" Suddenly a voice came from outside the door.

Xiao Huai glanced at the window, grabbed Shen Xi and walked into the secret room: "Let's go in first!"

Huo Jiu and the guards also walked in.

There was boundless darkness in front of him, and Shen Xi's heart was also floating in this darkness.

The three luminous pearls were held up by Xiao Huai, Huo Jiu and the others, and the light gradually spread.

"What happened to that painting just now?" Huo Jiu asked.

Shen Xi glanced at Xiao Huai, Xiao Huai pondered for a moment, and said, "Say it straight."

At this point, there is no need to cause misunderstandings because of certain things.

Shen Xi glanced at Huo Jiu and said, "That painting was painted by the young lady of the Zhang family in Yanjing more than 50 years ago.

"The Zhang Mansion is right next door to Prince Cheng's Mansion. You should know that, and just now I saw that the courtyard outside was also built in the style of the Helian tribe. I think I can probably guess who Bi Shangyun is!"

"Who?" Huo Jiu narrowed his eyes.

Xiao Huai signaled the guards to disperse and guard under the door.

"Maybe it's Prince Cheng's son." She said with a tense heart.

The nobles of Helian were born well. After hundreds of years of survival of the fittest, the remaining families are not that weak.What's more, praying for a family?

Prince Cheng is a wealthy idler, staying in the capital to take charge of the clan's mansion, there are many wives and concubines in the family, so it's not a sensational thing to be outside.

Naturally, Shen Xi has never met or heard of it. She only knows those few in the palace, and the two side concubines are relatively kind, because the three are the first-line children of Princess Cheng, and their status is stable. There is really no way to argue.

As for concubines, they don't even have the right to bear children, so they are even less qualified to come out and make trouble.

"But one year, a distant relative came to Prince Cheng's mansion. We were young at that time, and the family members would not discuss these things in front of us.

"I only remember that it was to my aunt and nephew. The child was about my age, but he was very short when he first came here, and he didn't have much to say. When we were talking and laughing together, he stood far away.

"I asked the princess of Wangfu about his origin, and the princess just said lightly that he was a distant relative of the old concubine. I believed it at the time, but now that I think about it, the child's origin is not that simple."

She directly replaced Zhang Ying with "I". Apart from a flash of surprise in Huo Jiu's eyes, he was not particularly shocked.

Thinking about it, even Bi Shangyun suspected that she was Zhang Ying, who had been with He Lanzhun for so long, as well as some of his deeds, and he had indeed guessed some of them.

"You suspect that he is a child born outside Prince Cheng?" Xiao Huai asked.

"Is there any other explanation for that?"

Shen Xidao: "Later the aunt and nephew lived in the palace, about a few months later, I heard that the woman died of illness due to acclimatization.

"I haven't seen that child for a long time, but he still lives in the palace, and when I saw him again later, he had grown up a lot."

Xiao Huai and Huo Jiu looked at each other, and then asked: "When will you see him again?"

"Ten years old." She said clearly, "because that painting was drawn not long after my tenth birthday.

"On my birthday, the married princess pulled me to talk at Zhang's house, and asked me what I was doing. I said I was painting, and the princess smiled. It happened that her old mother was about to pass her birthday, and asked me if I could help her draw a picture?
"If the concubine really wants to ask someone to paint for her mother, she can definitely ask my father to paint, but she doesn't, so it's just a show of affection.

"In a few days, I sent the painting to the palace, and it was snowing that day - I have never painted a painting like Suihan Sanyou, so I remember it very clearly!

"I took the painting to the palace, chatted and laughed with the princesses in the princess hall, and then we went to the garden to admire the plum blossoms.

"When we came back from the garden, we found that the princess was angry, a boy was pushed into the snow, and the picture I drew was missing a corner and the princess was holding it in her hand!

"It turned out that the boy kneeling in the snow broke the painting that the princess was going to send to the old lady to celebrate her birthday, and the princess was furious and wanted to beat him up!
"I saw that young man looked familiar. I remembered that he was a distant relative of their family. I also thought about that at the time. Okay, how could he break it?

"I hurried over to make a rescue, and said that I could draw another one.

"The princess didn't expect me to come, and I still remember the look on her face, as if she was embarrassed and ashamed.

"In the end, I just said with a smile, I'm sorry for Sister Ying, but this is for the old man's birthday, nothing else, it's not good if it hurts.

"However, if you come to intercede for him, of course you will give Sister Ying face.

"After she finished speaking, she sent someone to fetch the red-hot tongs from the smoker nearby, and branded the young man's body, saying it was to make him remember!"

(End of this chapter)