"Now, insert the latest news." On the TV, the smiling anchor's voice was very round, and then the TV display screen turned, and a well-dressed man appeared in the audience's eyes.

"The famous art thief Chen Ao fell off a cliff and died while evading Interpol. The relevant departments organized a search for the site of the incident. The relevant relics have been found, and the body has not been found yet."

"Let's review Chen Ao's criminal process. In 2001, Chen Ao forged the work "The Seven Sages of the Colorful Bamboo Forest" from the Ming and Qing Dynasties to make a profit of RMB 70 million. Since then, the suspect committed a crime wildly and stole a painting worth $7 million in the Dutch Museum.

In 2003, the suspect forged one of Van Gogh's most valuable work "Sunflower" and successfully sold it. An international collector bought it for $140 million. In 2006, the suspect forged "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" and tried to sell it was cracked by international organizations, but the suspect was still on the run.

During his escape, he forged famous paintings many times and sold antiques, and he acted badly. He repeatedly committed crimes by fraud and theft, and illegally obtained famous paintings and dozens of antiques from various periods.

Interpol raised the wanted level to a red notice and offered a reward of one million dollars to find the suspect's trace. Until today, five years later, the suspect was finally brought to justice."

The TV screen switched to a cliff. Policemen in various police uniforms, detectives in suits and military police had already arranged cordons. The helicopter was hovering in the air. Someone put down the cable and began to try to enter the bottom of the suspension search.

"We will still pay attention to the follow-up content of this case. What we will be able to send you the latest news about Kenya..."

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Spring water, peach blossoms, and cruise ships intersect in the spring on the Ruoshui Lake. The lake surface is rippling and quiet like a virgin. Facing the sunshine on the lakeshore, the pleasure boats parked on the river are filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

On the pleasure boat, several young men were in their prime and laughed endlessly.

"I am very excited about poetry, so I must recite one to cheer up."

A young man laughed heartily and had a squid face shining brightly, and he said with his hands crossed: "There are a group of ducks by the river, croaking, croaking, I stand by the river, and the ducks are croaking."

"Good poem!" The two young masters at the same table slammed the table, and their excitement was beyond words. The tall and thin young master almost worshiped him with five bodies, and the short eyes shone, and they said one after another: "Young Master Zhou's paintings are good, and his poetry is even more unique. Such good poems are hard to find in the world."

"I heard that Princess Qinghe loves talented people the most. Master Zhou gave this poem to Princess Qinghe, but was afraid that she would not capture Princess Qinghe's heart?"

"Hahaha..." The short and fat young master Zhou laughed happily, with a sense of modesty, with Zhuo Ao hidden in moderation, and Zhuo Ao and reserved, sat down and said, "Brothers, I have been awarded too much. My young master's poems are still a little worse than Li Du."

Under the willow trees on the shore, several servants and servants were waiting, and a handsome servant spitted out: "I'm gonna!"

It would be fine to make likable poems, but they still have to serve a group of shameless "praisers" who praise each other. Chen Ao has the urge to hit the wall.

Chen Ao was not dead. He was hunted by the criminal police that day. There was a vast ocean under the cliff. Chen Ao had already arranged a lifesaving device in the sea. His plan was very simple, which was to create a fake death to make Interpol believe that he was dead, and then change his appearance and start his career as a thief again.

The jump made a mistake. For some reason, he changed his identity again and became a servant of the Zhou Mansion of the Duke of Qiguo, Bianjing City, in the fourth year of Xuanhe in the Northern Song Dynasty.

He traveled through time, and his clothes seemed to disappoint Chen Ao, a traitor without status.

The contract of selling his body is still in the Zhou Mansion, which means that he has no personal freedom. Once he leaves the Zhou Mansion without permission, the government can arrest him, print tattoos on his forehead, and send him to guard the border.

As a thief, Chen Ao naturally had many ways to start a new life. However, he was not familiar with this place, and it was indeed a bit unworthy to be wanted by the government just to escape the Zhou family. Therefore, he had to continue doing this traitor.

The best way out is to find some money to redeem yourself.

Chen Ao is a person who has died once today. He has long been tired of the life of escape and has to start over. He will not use intense means until he has to.

Moreover, the life of a traitor seems to be pretty good. Although it is harder, there are many ladies and maids in the Zhou Mansion, all of which are of medium and superior appearance, which is quite a taste for Chen Ao.

However, the mutual praise between Mr. Zhou and a few friends made Chen Ao, who was far away, urged to escape. He spent his whole life immersed in various arts, from poetry and painting to porcelain, carving, and extraordinary attainments. When he met this group of artful guys, Chen Ao asked the sky speechlessly.

Standing under the willow tree, Chen Ao seemed a little arrogant compared to other servants and servants. Several servants were a little disliked by Chen Ao, and they gathered together to talk, excluding Chen Ao.

Chen Ao smiled, his eyes fell on the wine jar held by one of the servants. His nose moved slightly, and the rich aroma of wine spread across the tip of his nose.

"Good wine!" Chen Ao leaned over and said, "I guessed that this should be the bamboo leaf green that has been stored for ten years. Just by smelling it, you will know that it is a holy product in the wine."

The servant who was holding the wine jar was Zhang Shao, who was the follower of Mr. Zhang. He glanced at Chen Ao coldly: "My young master brought naturally good wine. But this wine was not something that our servants drank, so why are you happy?"

Several servants laughed, and someone said, "Maybe they may not necessarily want to try it, but it's a pity that my parents are not kings and princes, so they can only watch it."

Chen Ao smiled slightly and said, "So you are determined that I can't drink this wine?"

"So what?" Zhang Shao hugged the jar of wine tightly, his eyes full of contempt.

Chen Ao sighed: "I admire your courage very much. Let's take a gamble. If I don't drink this Zhuyeqing, everyone will pay you all the money. But what if I drink it?"

Zhang Shao and several servants looked at each other, wondering if Chen Ao was crazy. He always had a monthly salary for the servants, and there were four servants here. If Chen Ao lost the bet, he might have to pay for the first half of the year.

Zhang Shao's eyes turned: "It's okay if you want to bet. If you can drink this Zhuyeqing, we will pay you four guan. But you have agreed in advance that you must drink in front of several young masters."

Zhang Shao was afraid that Chen Ao would use tricks, so he secretly sucked a little to eat. Wouldn't he be hit by his trick?

Chen Ao immediately showed a embarrassed look: "This is it... OK, I'll try."

The four servants laughed and Zhang Shao was even more happy. This wine was treasured by Mr. Zhang, the most treasured thing. This thing without a look of eyes dared to drink their treasure in front of the young men. The young men became angry and had to beat him to death.

Among the three princes, one of them was Zhou and his name was Heng. He was the legitimate son of Duke Qi and the main lord served by Chen Ao. The other two were surnamed Zhang and the other was surnamed Wang. Mr. Zhang was the son of the deputy envoy of the Privy Councilor. The family background of Wang was not simple, and he was one of the biggest wealthy people in Bianjing.

The three of them are famous playboys in Bianjing. They are just like killing someone to death. The Chen surname is really a waste of money.

At this time, Mr. Zhang's voice came from the pleasure boat: "Zhang Shao, why don't you bring me my master's wine?"

Chen Ao said to Zhang Shao: "I'll send it there."

Zhang Shao handed the jar of wine to Chen Ao, sincerely trying to watch Chen Ao's excitement. Zhang Shao had long disliked this new guy. At this time, he could still make money all the time, which was really great.

Chen Ao held the wine jar and walked up the river bank along the river bank. The young master Zhang seemed a little dissatisfied: "Why didn't Zhang Shao come here to serve wine?"

Chen Ao smiled and said, "His arms were a little sore, for fear of disturbing the good mood of the young masters, so I asked me to do it for you."

He opened the mud seal, poured wine for several young masters, and said, "Young Master Zhang's wine is really good. I'm drunk only when I smell the wine."

Mr. Zhang's tall and thin figure looked even more tall, and his face was slightly red when he applied powder: "Of course, I can't bear to drink such good wine on weekdays, and I will only take it out when I meet a friend."

Zhou Heng had just recited the poem and was full of anticipation. He picked up the cup and tasted it lightly, and hurriedly said, "Good wine, good wine, Mr. Zhang's poems are good, and wine is also very good."

Mr. Zhang quickly said modestly: "I have some good wine in the Duke's Mansion, but I am offering ugly things."

Several people flattered each other, Chen Ao could no longer listen and said with a smile: "Actually, when it comes to this wine, I have a unique skill, I am afraid that I will make the young masters laugh."

Zhou Heng pulled his face down and scolded: "Goucai, there is no rules like this. I drink with two guys. Where can I talk to you?"

Chen Ao quickly accused him of the crime, and the young master Zhang next to him said, "Brother Zhou, don't be anxious, listen to what he said first? We recited the poem and enjoyed the scenery, and we were worried that we couldn't find any fun."

Chen Ao pretended to be careful and said, "I am a natural person. Anyone who drinks bad wine will have dark spots on his face. But if you drink good wine, there will be no obstacles. If you want to know whether this wine is the best, just try it."

Zhou Heng was a little annoyed: "Goucai, did you say that Mr. Zhang's wine is a bad wine?"

Chen Ao shook his head: "That's not what it means, wine is naturally good wine, but it's unknown how good it is."

His words were extremely disobedient. Who was Zhou Heng? He was about to have an attack immediately. At this moment, Mr. Zhang became interested and hurriedly said: "This way, we can only distinguish between good wine and bad wine. As for how good wine is, how can we estimate it?"

Chen Ao said: "The more flaws there are in the wine, the more dark spots there will be on the face. The more the wine is, there will be no abnormalities on the face."

"Missing!" Mr. Zhang became so proud that he had been treasured by Zhuyeqing for ten years. If he had not curled up with this young master Zhou, he would not have been willing to take it out. However, wine has one disadvantage. Although there is a distinction between good wine and bad wine, it is difficult to distinguish between good wine. Chen Ao can prove that this wine is the best among the good ones. Wouldn't he be more handsome in front of Zhou Heng? It is important to know that Zhou Heng is the prince and has countless treasures in his family. Which one he drinks is not a treasure? If he can't taste the wonderfulness of Zhuyeqing for the past ten years, wouldn't it be a pity?

"Then you pour a cup yourself and open our eyes."

The prince beside him also became interested, staring at Chen Ao with his eyes straight. Zhou Heng couldn't get angry anymore and smiled and stood by and watched.

Chen Ao took an empty cup, took a sip after filling it up, and the wine was very mellow, bringing a fragrance of bamboo leaves in his mouth, with endless aftertaste.

"Good wine!" Chen Ao smacked his lips, savoring the mellow smell, put down the wine glass and said to Mr. Zhang: "Young Master, do you see that there are dark spots on my face?"

Mr. Zhang looked at it carefully and shook his head: "No."

Chen Ao showed it to Zhou Heng and Prince Wang again. The two of them looked at each other with interest for a moment, and both shook their heads.

Chen Ao sincerely praised: "This wine is the best among the fine wines. I am afraid that it will not be able to buy a hundred guan in the wine market. Mr. Zhang is really generous and can't take out such a good wine to share with others."

Mr. Zhang was already full of joy, so he didn't care whether Chen Ao was mysterious or not. He wanted this comment and said to Zhou Heng: "The Zhou family is indeed extraordinary. Even a slave is so eye-catching and able to speak."

Chen Ao held Mr. Zhang's wine, and Mr. Zhang turned around to praise the Zhou family's family style. Mr. Zhou's face was immediately radiant. When he looked at Chen Ao, he felt much more pleasing to him. He laughed and became modest: "I dare not take it, I dare not take it."

Chen Ao poured wine for a few young men, then left the pleasure boat and returned to the willow tree. Zhang Shao and his servants looked at Chen Ao in a strange way and came back with alcohol. They just saw Chen Ao drinking all over a cup of bamboo leaves with his own eyes, and he had nowhere to argue.
Chapter completed!