He was confused and hugged the empty wine jar and walked out of Chen Ao's house. Master Zhao was thinking about what Chen Ao said just now, whether this was true or false in official paintings worth tens of thousands of yuan.

When he returned to his residence, Master Zhao couldn't sleep. He Yi lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling with his eyes blankly, thinking to himself: "Do you want to inform Wang Jiagong about this?" Then he shook his head and said to himself: "No, Wang Jiagong said that he would never go to see him unless he had to."

"The official's painting..." Chief Zhao sat up and whispered: "This matter needs to be investigated clearly, and we will talk about it after we have a clear letter."

Thinking in a daze, he was so tired that he fell down and fell asleep. Before he knew it, the sun began to light up, and the sunlight penetrated the pane and sprinkled a piece of golden yellow. Director Zhao got up and put his shoes on, his head was still a little swollen and painful. Yesterday, in order to snatch Chen Ao's words, he also drank a lot of alcohol. At first, he didn't feel anything, but when he woke up, he was a little unscrupulous.

"I'm old!" Master Zhao sighed in his heart. He had been a miserable in this mansion for half his life. To put it bluntly, it was actually a dog. It was a little convenient now. He had to earn some money for his retirement and coffin. Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the painting again. If he was not moved, it would be impossible. No, it would be fine. It would be fine. No, no matter what. Who knows when Chen Ao handed the painting to the Duke, and he had to get it in front of him.

After he had dressed up, he immediately returned to his style of being in charge. After thinking about it, he went out. After passing through the Yue Cave, several servants ran into him and said to him. Master Zhao looked at them and grabbed a person on duty and said, "I want to go out. If there is anything, ask Brother Yang to watch me."

He held his hands in his arms, and naturally had a sense of demeanor in front of his subordinates, and left the mansion with a swagger.

To identify the authenticity of the painting, we must prove that Chen Ao really has an official painting. He first went to the Jingzhao Prefecture Office to inquire. Fortunately, he also had an acquaintance in Jingzhao Prefecture, and a servant was his fellow countryman. Although he had not been in contact for a long time, it was not difficult to make up a few words.

The fellow villager was on duty today, so he followed him to a corner outside the yamen and asked, "Uncle Zhao, why are you free today? You can't see you on weekdays. This Duke's Mansion is even stricter than the Jingzhao Mansion. Even if you send a letter, it's very troublesome."

Director Zhao smiled and said, "I won't talk about this for now, I have something to ask you for inquiries." So he asked Chen Ao's lawsuit.

This fellow villager is a clerk. As soon as Master Zhao talked about Chen Ao, he immediately remembered and said, "I remember him, this person is making a big noise!" So he told the whole story of the day before yesterday. First, Eunuch Cao took his sister to sue Chen Ao. The clerk was a veteran in handling cases. At first, he thought that this person would die. Eunuch Cao took action and ten such people would die. Unexpectedly, there were twists and turns in the case, but Chen Ao took out a painting...

Master Zhao was ecstatic and said, "Is it an imperial painting?"

The clerk nodded: "That's right, the imperial painting is still considered a token of the official family. Who dares to touch him? Besides, since this person can get imperial paintings, it is probably rewarded by the official family, and it should not be underestimated. The person on duty that day seemed to be Liu Tong, and he was shocked at that time, and the case could no longer be tried."

Director Zhao nodded and said, "Is the imperial painting real?"

The clerk said: "Is this fake? How could Eunuch Cao and the magistrate be bullied? At that time, I specially invited someone to identify it, and it was indeed the original work of the official."

Master Zhao couldn't help but think: "This Chen Ao is really bold. This painting is not from the right place. He dared to take it out in Jingzhao Mansion openly." Then he nodded again: "Yes, the bolder he takes it out, the more Eunuch Cao is afraid that the matter will be revealed. The magistrate, the servants will mistakenly think that it was rewarded by the government. Even if everyone in the world knows about this, who would go to the deep palace to talk to the government? Should the government give a painting to the government? Is it necessary to ask about it?"

"This person is very brave, but he is very scheming!" After making this judgment, Director Zhao smiled and asked the clerk to go back to work, saying that he would come to him to reminisce about the past few days. The clerk did not suspect that he was there, so he went back to sign the house.

"It seems that it's time to discuss with Mr. Wang to see if Mr. Wang has any solutions." Commander Zhao made up his mind.

He walked through several streets and alleys, stopped in a secluded courtyard, took a look, then opened the fence door and tiptoed in.

A vigilant voice came out in the room: "Who is it?" The voice was thick and a hint of fierceness, which scared Master Zhao.

Director Zhao hurriedly said, "Grandpa Wang, it's me! Director Zhao of the Duke's Mansion!"

"Hasn't the two thousand guan of money been given to you? Why are you doing? Get out of here!"

Director Zhao lowered his voice awkwardly: "Can Mr. Wang listen to me first and then drive people away?" He hurriedly said: "Today I asked about something, a book boy from Chen Mansion got an imperial painting."

"Yuhua?" The voice muttered and became silent.

Director Zhao stood at the door of the wing room waiting anxiously. After half a stick of incense, he saw that there was no reply inside, and he became a little discouraged and rubbed his hands and was about to turn around and leave.

At this moment, the door of the wing room opened. The one who opened the door was a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a national face, looking calm and clear. Only his eyes were very sharp. He glanced at Master Zhao, sneered, and turned around and walked into the room.

Director Zhao hurriedly chased into the house awkwardly. In front of this man, he seemed very cautious and smiled carefully, "Is Mr. Wang so good recently? I wonder if the ring has been removed?"

Prince Wang sat down on his own, but did not ask Master Zhao to sit down, and said coldly: "Don't ask what shouldn't be asked."

"Yes, yes!" Director Zhao hurriedly said, "It's me that I'm talking too much."

"Tell me, what kind of imperial painting is it?" Wang Xianggong was too lazy to raise his eyes, but he took up a small bronze cauldron in front of him and played with it in his hands.

Zhao Zhushi said: "This is the thing. The official painted an imperial painting, which was later stolen by a eunuch in the palace. However, for some reason it fell into the hands of a book boy in the Duke's Mansion. The book boy's surname is Chen and named Chen Ao, and he was not an easy person to deal with. Just for this, he even sued for a lawsuit. Chen Ao heard that the Duke likes antiques, calligraphy and paintings, so he became flattering and wanted to give this painting to the Duke and make a fortune."

"You haven't seen Yuhua with your own eyes?" Wang Xianggong showed some interest at this moment.

Director Zhao shook his head: "I'm afraid of alerting the enemy, so I didn't go to see it."

Wang Xianggong closed his eyes and sneered: "If you haven't seen the true appearance, you can't tell the truth or the false? Maybe it's not necessarily because someone set up a plan to let us show up. You are too rough. If someone follows you and I will die without a burial place. I'm so stupid..."

Chief Zhao quickly identified and said, "Although I didn't see the painting, I asked around. It was a true matter for the Tong Chen Shutong to have an imperial painting in his hand." As he said that, he told Chen Ao about the painting in Jingzhao Mansion and continued, "At that time, Jingzhao Mansion had asked someone to check it, and it was indeed the original work. Besides, I was very cautious when I came here and there, and there was no suspicious person following him."

Wang Xianggong put down the cauldron, fell into deep thought again, and after a while, he said, "Since it is an imperial painting, I am a little interested, but I'm still more careful. It's still the same rule. If I'm the painting, I'll give you another two thousand guan. How about it?"

Master Zhao rubbed his hands and smiled greedily: "It's great to follow Mr. Wang."

Prince Wang snorted coldly and said, "Say less useless words. You should go back now. It's better to arrange for me to meet this book boy as we did before. Go."
Chapter completed!