Legacy of the old dynasty

The two of them had no sleep all night, and they didn't know how many times they refilled their tea.It wasn't until Dongfang turned pale that he hurriedly rolled to a place and fell asleep.Even though Wu Xie had a lot to say, she was too tired.When I woke up in the morning, before the meal was finished, the prince came again, and he finally sent that one away, so he had time to ask him carefully.

"Last night, you said... where are you going...?"

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie, his eyes were still bloodshot, and his face was not bright.He didn't answer, but sent him to catch up on sleep first.

Now Wu Xie is so good, he really climbed into bed, and he didn't forget to call him back.

"I can't sleep on the left and right, you sit here, let's talk."

Zhang Qiling nodded, got up and threw a piece of agarwood crumbs into the incense burner.Turning back again, Wu Xie was already lying down, the quilt was pulled up to his chin, staring at him intently.

At that moment, he was suddenly at a loss, and quickly looked at Wu Xie, and then looked away.

Seeing him sit down, Wu Xie moved away again, and then continued what he said just now: "Didn't you tease me last night?"

He looked at the curtain over the bed and shook his head slightly.

"I will no longer be the head of the Zhang family."

He thought Wu Xie would be surprised, but the man just sat up a little bit, resting his head on his hands, pretending to ask him casually: "Oh? Seriously?"

He knew he didn't believe it, so he nodded heavily.Then Wu Xie seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and then said: "The patriarch of Lao Shizi, it's better if you don't do it." Don't do it for you?"

He laughed dumbfounded. Is there a difference between the two?

Unexpectedly, Wu Xie was so serious: "It's just that you don't want it. If they don't want it, then I'm going to ask for an explanation. Why?"

Wu Xie was naturally unhappy in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it too much, lest Zhang Qiling feel sad.It is not easy to keep a business, and with a family like the Zhang family, the world is difficult now, and the Zhang family is very attractive.Let's not talk about it, let's just say that in the tenth year of Wanli, Hai Rui had a hard time in Yingtian Mansion. Many high-ranking officials and wealthy households were dismissed.As a result, after that, Zhang Qiling's own life became more and more miserable, and there was not even a maid in the room.

Not to mention that in the past few years, everything has to be done by myself.If this is the case, the position of the patriarch will not be able to sit, then there will be no one in the Zhang family.Thinking of this, the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his little brother had suffered a great loss, but he couldn't say it.Looking up at his face again, the more he looked at him, the more aggrieved he looked, and he immediately crawled out of the bed, wishing he could run to the Zhang family's old house to find trouble right now.

Zhang Qiling leaned there, first saw Wu Xie's complexion changed a few times, wondering what he was thinking, then he sat up in a good way, and was about to get out of bed with a serious face, knowing who he was The tendon was wrong again, so he quickly pressed it down, and said lightly: "What's the trouble again!" Thinking of what Wu Xie said just now, he knew that he would be wrong, and said, "I didn't want to. Last time After falling into the water and suffering from a serious illness, it is inevitable that you will be unable to do what you want, so it is better to unload it."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Xie was really at peace, his mouth moved, but he didn't make a sound.He looked funny, pushed the person in, and said: "How old is he, and he is still so frizzy, what does he look like?"

It is true that "falling into the water" is an excuse, and he and the elders are well aware of the reasons behind it.

When his mother gave birth to him, it was a difficult labor, and his father died before he was three years old.Most of the clan regarded him as ominous, relying on his uncle to protect him by his side.He was already precocious, and the coldness and warmth of people made him hurt people even more. He had thought about it since he was a child, and he decided to be the head of the clan, and he would give an explanation to his parents and uncle.Later, his uncle became an official, and came out of the palace with a secret message, so he was able to take charge of the affairs of the family without being as weak as the crown.But now the people in the palace have lost their power, as the saying goes, everyone pushes the wall down, if he is still in the Zhang family, there is no guarantee that he will not cause disaster in the future.

The Zhang family is his relatives, Zhang Qiling can't use the strength of the whole family to protect him alone.Otherwise, the painstaking efforts of these years will really be let down.

Wu Xie lay on her side, not moving, only her ears were red, presumably from anger.He didn't say any more, he lay on the bed except for his shoes and socks, and pulled him into his arms.

In this way, this life only owes him one, that's all.

Wu Xie vaguely understood in his heart.Feng Gong went through the Jiajing, Longqing, and Wanli dynasties. When Mu Zong died in the sixth year of Longqing, Feng Bao was the Minister of Tuogu.In the early years when Zhang Jiangling was still there, Zhang was the chief assistant, and Feng was the inner minister. It is not an exaggeration to say that the power is in the hands of the government and the public.However, since the case of Zhang Jiangling, the emperor has come to power day by day, so where can he retain such powerful ministers, it would be light to distribute Xiaoling, if in the future...

He turned around and looked at Zhang Qiling, there were two clusters of light blue under his closed eyes, and his breathing was long as if he was really asleep.This painting is indeed of great significance to him, let alone handing it over, let alone that he will not be willing, the inscription on the painting alone proves that Feng Bao has committed the crime of stealing the painting, and the emperor will inevitably be even more furious when he sees it.But if you don't pay... Thinking of this, Wu Xie couldn't help but feel his heart sink. Now Feng Bao is impeached and the emperor doesn't like it. Although he has not been imprisoned, but if someone has a heart, it is inevitable that the emperor will not be touched. .Not to mention anything else, just talking about the theft of paintings is a clear crime of deceiving the emperor.Back then Feng Bao covered the sky with one hand in the palace, so it had nothing to do with it, but now whenever someone mentions the past, the Zhang family cannot escape the responsibility.

Hand over or not hand over, it becomes a deadlock.

Wu Xie became irritable, no wonder he stayed up late to read the account book, and he didn't know what the idea was.Can't help feeling a little frustrated, what if I didn't come back?What happened to the person if he came back late?The more I thought about it, the more afraid I became, and I tossed and turned back and forth on the bed like turning over sesame cakes.Finally he got impatient with Zhang Qiling, closed his eyes, and only uttered one word "sleep".

Wu Xie carefully turned over again, staring at the curtain above the bed in a daze, thoughts came and went in his mind, and suddenly he frowned, as if thinking of something.He stabilized his mind, went through this idea again in his mind, and then stretched out his hand and pushed the people around him again.

The man did not fall asleep again, and opened his eyes as soon as he moved.Wu Xie hurriedly asked: "Have you ever thought about imitating a fake?"

Zhang Qiling looked at him, lowered his eyes and said, "Of course I thought about it."

"Why not draw?" Wu Xie asked.

Zhang Qiling seemed to hear a joke, and actually smiled a little.Why not draw?This picture is a huge book, different from the landscape scrolls, with many characters, all-encompassing, and exquisite painting, it is extraordinary.Looking around the world, how many people can face this painting so hard to tell its authenticity?Not to mention the person who is painting, once he paints this painting, he must be responsible for it.Where can one find such a person?

Seeing his expression, Wu Xie spoke hesitantly.

"Do you remember...last year..."

"..."

"The painting you bought?"

Seeing that Zhang Qiling was puzzled, Wu Xie added another sentence: "It's that... "Picture of Dissipating Summer"."