Chapter 438 (1/2)

When Hou ye and early summer entered the imperial study and waited, the emperor had just entered the early Dynasty.

Since entering the imperial study in early summer, he looked around, turned over the ash in the incense burner and smelled the ink on the inkstone. When the young official came in to serve tea, he saw him pursing his mouth. A brush was being clamped between his lips and nose

The little official quickly lowered his head and pretended not to see it.

The Marquis helped his forehead and had a headache. After the little official retreated, he scolded him, ”can you be more calm?”

It's always hard to tell him at the beginning of summer that I'm checking for poison... So Zou lied: ”there were too many people last time. I haven't looked carefully. I'm bored at present. I don't want to see these good things for the Royal use.”

”Will you still be short of silver now?” The Marquis brushed his lips. The income of Wen Tiange that he knew was enough for his whole life.

”Some things can't be bought with money.” At this time in early summer, a song painting is being taken down for appreciation.

The Marquis was drinking tea with his head bowed. He gave a ”um” that he quite agreed with.

When he looked up again, he saw that he was taking down the Song painting. His green veins jumped on his forehead. He hurried up and walked along the side: ”Oh, you hang it back quickly. This is the emperor's favorite one.”

At the beginning of summer, I looked at the Song painting in my hand, which was elegant and meticulous, with mountains, cranes, streams and clouds, clear water and green mountains. Linxi is full of peach blossoms, with gorgeous brocade and crimson clouds. He frowned and said, ”Dad, don't you think it's a little abrupt to hang this picture here?”

The Marquis didn't think it was abrupt. ”It's been hanging here for nearly 20 years. I'm used to it. Now you take it down.”

”This painting is not from a famous artist. Although the painting style is a little fresh, it will not be hung here by the emperor as if it were a treasure for years.” At the beginning of summer, I didn't need the Marquis to say. I also knew that this painting had been hung here for a long time. But in the past, I came to this imperial study only when I had something to do. I didn't have time to take a closer look at this painting.

Today coincided with this leisure, so he stopped and looked at it carefully.

Although he is not good at painting, he has been influenced by Xiao Zimu in his last life and knows more or less.

”Ho, you child, the emperor likes it best. Whether he comes from a famous family or not, hang him back quickly. Later, the emperor will come back to see you holding the painting in your hand and carefully peel your skin.”

Early summer chuckled: ”you can't be so scared...”

When the Marquis saw that he didn't speak, his face suddenly changed. He frowned and put his hand on his shoulder and asked, ”what's the matter? Being a father really scares you. Just hang it back.”

At the beginning of summer, he rubbed the paper, his face became very dignified and lowered his voice: ”Dad, you go outside the door and watch. There's something in this painting.”

The Marquis was startled by his words and stretched out his hand to rob the painting in his hand: ”that's also the emperor's privacy. It's up to you to see.”

At the beginning of summer, he was afraid to tear the words, and then loosened his hand. He lifted his eyes and looked at the Lord and deceived him: ”if someone else poisoned the painting?”

Hou Ye's veins jumped on his forehead, hung his hand hanging the painting in the air, paused, blinked twice, took back the painting and put it in his hand: ”hurry, the emperor doesn't know when he will come back.”

At the beginning of summer, there was a successful smile on the corner of his mouth. Naturally, the painting was not poisonous. He had checked it for a long time. He was just curious about what was hidden in the painting.

Then he took a silver needle from his waist, opened the interlayer and shook off a thin piece of paper.

At the beginning of summer, I put the painting on the table, bent down to pick up the paper that fell on the ground, picked it up and looked at it, I was surprised.

The Marquis looked out from the crack of the door in fear. He heard that there was no movement on his side. He looked back at him and found him there. His eyes were surprised and his face was shocked.

”Oh, what are you staring at!” The Marquis glanced at the crack of the door again, and then walked quickly over.