Shin's painter

On this side, Master Shen was lying on Sun Ling's lap enjoying the shampoo service.On the other hand, the Prince Fan County's Mansion in the capital city received the reward, and the loss of a few black troops was nothing, but the blue army wiped out the regiment, fearing that the fat man who became the prince would come to make trouble.

King Fan Jun is not afraid of him, but he just doesn't want to see him.

He said: "I'm going to Tang Wangfu for a few days. Fanjun Wangfu won't entertain guests for a few days."

When he boarded the Tang Palace, there were only a few old servants and stewards left in the Tang Palace, and he only found out after asking. "Little King Zhao has recently become addicted to killing. The servants dare not stay for long, and the housekeeper is temporarily dismissed. The king of Tang is empty and quiet, and there is still no peace."

King Fan Jun stepped in, and the hall was deserted, with almost nowhere to set foot.

Lying paralyzed in the middle was a beautiful young man, his white clothes were stained with blood, his black silk was scattered, his eyes were dull, and his pale face was so beautiful that it broke the heart.

"Brother Seven, are you sick?" Duke Fan exclaimed, and turned to ask the steward. "He's sick, what about the medicine?"

The steward silently pointed at the broken porcelain on the ground, and replied heartbroken: "All...all were smashed by the prince!"

"He, is this fatal?!"

We must know that the young Zhao Wang was born in a weak body, and it took a lot of precious medicinal materials and the care of many people to grow up.He spent his whole life with drugs, so he was moody. Zhao's royal family was afraid that he would not live long, so they always indulged him.

The steward dared not reply.

King Fan asked again, "Fifth Brother knows about this?"

The steward nodded. "The King of Zhao has already been here, if you can't be persuaded, just, just—" I can only let him live like this.

"Why is he like this? Some time ago, seeing that he was in a happy mood, he never killed anyone."

The steward said: "Since the girl died of illness, the prince has gone crazy, and later found out that the girl had escaped by feigning death, so... it has become like today."

"You didn't bring him back?"

A few months ago, he knew that Xiao Zhao Wang had robbed a woman back home, but he didn't expect him to be so affectionate.

The steward shook his head lightly. "Batch after batch was sent, but there was no news."

King Fan Jun said coldly: "Go to decoct the medicine, even if it is poured, the medicine must be poured down." He stepped forward, mentioned the young man who had been crushed due to the situation, and said angrily: "Fifth brother, what are you doing now?" Can't even protect your own woman?! It's really useless."

At this moment, someone came to the gate of Prince Zhao's mansion with a scroll.

The gears of fate are turning again, and it is still unknown which families are happy and which are sad.

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Chapter 66

In the hall of King Zhao's Mansion.

Zhao Tingduan, the Great King of Zhao, was sitting in front of the hall, his dazzling scarlet was his mark, and no joy could be seen on his handsome face.

The middle-aged man in the hall prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to raise his head, only waiting for the noble man in the hall to speak.

Zhao Ting gently tapped the ear of the high chair with his slender middle finger, and played a monotonous tune on the high-quality pear blossom wood: Knock, kowtow...knock, kowtow, kowtow...

In the empty and silent hall, the sound of each sound pierced through the heart like a sharp arrow. The middle-aged man's forehead was sweating, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it off. He let the beads of sweat fall to the ground and held the scroll in his hand.Till he thought the lord was going to send him away,

Zhao Ting gently put his fingers together, pulled away from the memories of his youth, and asked softly, "Did you find that tin?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyes slightly, and replied: "My lord, although Xiaomin didn't find the tin, but he did find important clues, so I specially presented it." After finishing speaking, he raised the scroll that was tightly held in his hand.

Zhao Tingfeng raised his eyes, the steward took the painting, inspected it a little, and presented it to the master.Zhao Ting didn't take it over, and began to work on it.The steward unfolded the scroll in response, and in the painting there was a man riding a horse and sharing a ride with a woman in a red shirt.The man only has a back view, while the woman has a small oval face, beautiful and dignified, her jet-black hair is shiny and shiny, and there is a gold tassel in her hair.

"This is……"

Zhao Ting leaned over and looked carefully.

Sure enough, it was the pomegranate tin that he had been looking for so hard.

Just because this tin is made by him personally, it is unique and has no similarity.

Who is the woman in the painting?

"This painting was painted by Mr. Dongcun. At the end of last year, Yuan Erlang remarried. His ex-wife went to a banquet. Later, he rode a horse with a young man around the city for a week. Dongcun accidentally saw it and made this painting. I saw it in the painting workshop a few days ago, and I felt familiar. When I bought the painting and looked at it carefully at home, I was sure that it was the right one, so I came to tell the prince." The middle-aged man took the initiative to explain.

Zhao Ting pointed to the woman in the painting and asked, "Who is this?"

This pomegranate tin does not belong to her.

The middle-aged man replied: "This woman is Shen Tushi, the successor of the Cheng family."

Shen painter? !

Zhao Ting tilted his head and searched from memory.

This name is very familiar, where did you hear it?

He has always been unable to remember the name of the woman, except for the owner of this pomegranate tin.

Painter Shen, Mrs. Cheng...

He frowned slightly, still in the mist.

The steward said: "Painter Shen is the daughter of Xiao Cheng, and also a painter personally appointed by the Holy Master, one of the national treasures of the Sanyuan Kingdom."

The steward's words finally brought back his memories.

Xiao Cheng is his aunt, and Painter Shen is his distant little cousin.No wonder she looked familiar, her eyebrows and eyes looked a little like Xiao Jiu.