Chun'er wiped the blurred eyes of tears sadly, and was sad. Uncle Liu stood up and looked out and said, "The master's car is back."

Chun'er didn't dare to cry anymore and picked up the lantern to greet her.

The carriage was parked steadily in front of the mansion. Zhou Zheng, Duke of Qiguo, was helped out by the coachman with a tired look on his face. When he saw Chun'er, he asked, "What are Chun'er doing here?"

Chun'er said, "When the husband has not come back so late, he is worried and asked me to come to the doorman to ask."

Zhou Zheng smiled bitterly. Since that day, he told his wife that Chen Ao's thoughts were recommended. The wife asked about this matter these days, and it is necessary to say that she is here to inquire about the news again today.

He coughed and said to Chun'er, "You go back and rest earlier, don't report it."

Chun'er refused and wanted to carry a lantern to show him the way. Zhou Zheng was a careful person. After a glance, he saw tears in the corner of Chun'er's eyes, and asked, "Chun'er, why are you crying? Could it be that someone makes things difficult for you?"

Uncle Liu was thinking of saying something, Chun'er quickly winked at him and said, "No... nothing, it's sand in his eyes." She felt very sad and thought, "If the master knew about this, the master would definitely urge Brother Shen to get married with me. Brother Shen doesn't like me. I know myself and can't teach him to make things difficult for him."

Then he thought: "I am so considerate to him, I don't know if he has ever thought about me." His heart became even more sore, and he held back his tears and stopped him from flowing out.

He led Zhou Zheng to the bedroom with a lantern, and Chun'er left. Zhou Zheng coughed, always thinking that Xiao Chun'er's behavior is very strange today, but the family affairs are always taken care of by his wife, so he does not interfere. When he lifted his legs and heard the wife shouting in the inner room: "Is the master back?"

Zhou Zheng responded and walked into the inner room tiredly. The lady was looking at a Buddhist scripture. When she raised her eyes and saw Zhou Zheng, she put the Buddhist scriptures on the table and stood up and said, "Why are you back so late today? Have you used food? Do you want the chef to heat it up?"

Tonight, Xiang'er took care of her daily life. She made a basin of warm water. Zhou Zheng soaked her hands and said slowly: "I have used it, so don't bother."

The lady indirectly said, "Do you have any worries? I see that you have been in a state of sacred spirit these days, as if you have lost your soul. You are so scared that Heng'er has been hiding wherever you are afraid that you will vent your anger on him!"

When talking about Zhou Heng, Zhou Zheng was a little angry and said, "If this rebellious son is half as good as Chen Ao, why would I beat him on weekdays? He is a self-destructive person and is idle. He is such a good opportunity but does not study hard. If I don't beat him, he will even go to the house to remove the tiles."

When the lady heard Zhou Zheng mention Chen Ao, she said, "You are just filial, and I don't ask for anything else. But has the master of Chen Ao been studying recently? What do you say in the Imperial Academy?"

When asked about this, Zhou Zheng sighed and said, "I just went to Zhang Xuezheng to talk about this matter. According to the principle, Chen Ao is very consistent with the recruitment rules of the Taixue. However, Zhang Xuezheng said that the recommendation period has passed, the list has been submitted to the official family, and the official family has also planned it. It is too late to change it now. I can only wait for the next year to talk about it."

The lady was a little anxious and said, "I have to wait for the next year? When will it take to wait? How can Chen Ao afford to delay? Master, you and Zhang Xuezheng are also intimate, so you can't let him have a relationship?"

Zhou Zheng's face turned red. In fact, he had said this favor, but Zhang Xuezheng was too pedantic and could not make sense. Of course, it was difficult to talk to his wife. He just said perfunctorily: "This is the national law, how can it be changed without authorization?"

The lady looked gloomy and took off her coat for Zhou Zheng, frowned and thought about her thoughts.

The two of them slept with their clothes and stopped talking. In fact, they had their own thoughts and were not asleep. The wife was still thinking about Chen Aojin's learning, while Zhou Zhengyi was worried about the ring, and on the other hand, she was also upset about Chen Ao's things.

When he was upset, the lady suddenly opened her eyes and asked, "Master, can I enroll in the Imperial College?"

Zhou Zhengdao: "The Imperial College is much more relaxed, but it requires the enrollment of nephews of seventh-rank officials and above, which is inconsistent with Chen Ao's identity."

The lady said angrily: "You are still in charge of national affairs all day long, and you don't even understand this kind of adaptability. My nephew, my nephew, Chen Ao is my nephew. I will sign him up tomorrow."

Zhou Zheng said: "When is he your nephew?"

The lady sat up suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Yes, now Shen Ao is my nephew and the nephew of Duke Qi's mansion. If he can't enter the Imperial College, he will go to the Imperial College to see who can say anything else."

The lady said to Zhou Zheng again: "Master, to the outside world, we say Chen Ao is my nephew, and to the inside, I accept this child as a relative. How about it?"

Zhou Zheng was a little doubtful: "This is a solution, but... have you taken some tricks? If you know, wouldn't it be a joke."

"Who would make fun of me? Master, my mother's family is not many people. I finally like a good child like Chen Ao. What's wrong with a relative? I became this aunt, wouldn't you have a nephew? This child is not an ordinary person. I think he has an official look. Many people say he is good at learning and will be in high school sooner or later. At that time, will the master have another arm?" She said a lot, and saw that Zhou Zheng was hesitant and continued, "This matter is settled. Let me tell him in a few days. Master takes advantage of this skill to walk around more. Don't you say that the priests of the Imperial College on weekdays? Do the doctors are very familiar with you? This matter must be done."

Zhou Zheng had no choice but to laugh, "Yes, my wife."

The lady lay back on the bed again, and the matter found a solution, and she felt better. She said enthusiastically: "The more I think about it, the more I think this method is feasible. I just thought of it in one thought. It seems that I am really destined to be with this Chen Ao. Master, do you think so?"

Zhou Heng was very tired and started to snore. It turned out that he had already fallen asleep. His wife also went to bed not long after.

Two days later, Chen Ao was called by Master Zhao, saying that Wang Xianggong had read many handwritten copies and wanted to look at the painting again. Chen Ao took the painting over again and deliberately made a very stupid and naive look. Wang Xianggong's method of committing crimes was very similar to Chen Ao. When he was looking at the painting, he exchanged Chen Ao's painting with a fake.

Although Chen Ao noticed it, he did not point it out. He took the fake and said, "Have you identified the authenticity of this painting?"

Wang Xianggong sneered and shook his head, saying, "I am blunt, this painting is a fake."

"Fake it?" Chen Ao was surprised and said aloofly: "How could it be a fake it? Did Mr. Wang read it wrong?"

Wang Xianggong then put on an ‘expert’ posture and pointed at the painting, saying, “Look at the here, the lines are very stiff. Although the egret is eager to try, the pen lines have traces of re-drawing, and there are also inscriptions. It is obviously copied by someone. This painting must be fake. If you don’t believe it, you can ask someone else to take a look.”

Chen Ao's face looked like earth, and he murmured: "How could it be fake? This is not fake. You are lying to others." He kept looking at the painting, and his hands holding the painting trembled, and said: "Then why should I explain to the master? If the master can't take out the painting, what should I do if he loses his temper?"

The Wang Xianggong sneered: "This has nothing to do with me. You guys have to clean up your paintings and leave."

When Chen Ao and Zhao left, Wang Xianggong smiled slightly and pulled out a picture from the background. It was still a picture of egrets. However, this picture of egrets was more open-minded than the picture that Chen Ao took away.

Wang Xianggong leaned down to look at the painting. The elegant and vigorous brush lines, the extremely wonderful layout seemed to make the whole painting come alive in Wang Xianggong's eyes. Wang Xianggong stroked his beard, smiled into a line, and murmured: "Good paintings, good paintings, haha, the only official painting in the world that has been passed down to the world has now fallen into my hands. It's great, great."
Chapter completed!