The Mid-Autumn Festival is in two days, and all kinds of people in the Duke's Mansion are busy. Hang lanterns, prepare festival pastries, clean the courtyards, and scrub furniture. There are always many things to do.

Chen Ao and Wu Saner assigned to scrub the furniture. Today, Zhou Dashao went out early in the morning. The two of them entered Zhou Dashao's dormitory with wooden barrels. One wiped the floor and the other wiped the tables and chairs, while roaming around.

Wu Saner's news in the mansion was the most informative, and she told Chen Ao about the interesting stories in the mansion. Chen Ao was thinking about Shutong and asked: "Have the candidate for Shutong been released?"

Wu Saner said: "It's almost done. The head of the inner palace recommended his distant nephew. The wife said she was calling her to see her, but she was afraid that there would be a result in this or two. I advise Brother Shen to be more at ease. We are just servants in the mansion and cannot compare to others."

Chen Ao was thinking about it in his heart, and he must fight for this book boy.

Chen Ao wants to do this, either not do it or do it best. He has made up his mind and created conditions without the conditions to complete it.

"San'er, you must be afraid that no one will be with you after I enter the inner palace." Chen Ao is a optimistic person in nature. Although he knows that it is difficult to compete for this position, he is not worried at all.

Wu Saner said: "Who said that I don't know how comfortable it is to live in a house alone after you leave."

"Is that true?" Chen Ao smiled, holding a rag and wiping the legs of the stool intentionally or unintentionally: "It's not good to stay alone in the empty room alone."

Wu Saner also laughed.

Just at this moment, a girl walked in and asked with a treacherous face: "Who is a widow?"

This girl has a melon-shaped face, a slightly plump skin, a greasy nose, a dark eyebrows and big eyes, which makes her look very nice. It was exactly what Wu Saner said about Chun'er last night.

When Wu Saner saw Chun'er, she was so scared that she didn't dare to speak anymore. She rubbed the floor with her hands holding the rag. However, Chen Ao had no fear at all and said with a smile: "Of course it's not Miss Chun'er."

Chun'er said angrily: "How did you know my name?"

"It's over, it's a mistake." Chen Ao glanced at Wu Saner, thinking in his heart whether to confess this guy. The last time Chuner passed by the outer mansion, this guy gave him guidance. Otherwise, a girl and a servant, one in the inner mansion and the other in the outer mansion, how could he know his name?

"It seems that I have to betray you." Chen Ao looked at Wu Saner with malicious intentions, laughing in his heart, about to "confess".

Chun'er had no idea of ​​nanjing and looked at Chen Ao deeply: "You, follow me to the outer courtyard to move my wife's potted plant."

Chen Ao shook his head: "The head of the matter said that he and I are only responsible for scrubbing today. Miss Chun'er should look for someone else."

"I just told you to go!" Chun'er stomped her feet. No servant in the mansion dared to talk to her like this.

"Why did Miss Chun'er ask me to go? It's amazing, could it be that she fell in love with me... the servant?" Chen Ao looked at Chun'er with squinted eyes and maliciously.

Chen Ao's method of staring people was called electric eyes in later generations, and in this era, it could barely be called "transmitting emotions". Chun'er was looked at by Chen Ao unscrupulously and suddenly lost her confidence. After all, she was her daughter's house, and no matter how fierce she was, she would not be able to become fierce.

"Ahem...Miss Chun'er, it's impossible for us." Chen Ao put down the rag and stood up straight, with a bit of a handsome young man's look. He stared at Chun'er with his eyes and said as he approached her step by step.

"What, what is impossible?" A trace of confusion flashed through Chun'er's clear eyes?

"That...is that...you know?"

"Which one? I don't understand." Chun'er suddenly discovered that the servant opposite was so bold. She suddenly came over in front of her wife's close girl, and she could almost smell the other person's breathing.

"What is that? What do you know mean? When did a disciple come in from the mansion? Should I shout help? It doesn't seem very good. This guy looks quite likable, so why is he just wandering like this?"

Chun'er found that her face was so hot that she had countless thoughts in her mind.

"Hey, I'll shout if you come over again."

Chen Ao took another step, and his boots had already touched Chun'er's embroidered shoes: "Don't Miss Chun'er understand?"

"I don't understand!" Chun'er's voice was as soft as a mosquito.

Chen Ao smiled and said, "It's me and him..." His finger pointed at Wu Saner, who was stunned: "It's impossible... it's impossible to move some potted plants with Miss Chun'er. Miss Chun'er understands now, right?"

Chen Ao was not very good at dealing with such a little girl, but he caught Chun'er off guard in an instant.

"So that's how it is..." Chun'er let out a sigh, then felt that she was teased by Chen Ao, and glared at Chen Ao in anger: "You are such a big tone, and I dare not listen to my words. I will tell my wife."

"Hey hey..." Chen Ao held her: "You won't be so stingy, you're just a joke."

"Who is joking with you?" Chun'er blurted out, and found that her hand was actually pulled by Chen Ao. She was about to throw it away like an electric shock, but she couldn't get it away. Suddenly her eyes turned red and tears rolled in her eyes: "You bully me, you bully me, I want to tell my wife..."

"I really have a child's character. I cry and complain at any time."

Chen Ao let her go and said, "Okay, okay, I'll just move with you."

Chun'er bit her lip and stared at him: "You are not a good person."

Chen Ao shrugged: "Look, you scream and point at the moment you come in. Who is not a good person? We servants also have self-esteem, okay?"

"Self-esteem? I have never heard any servant say this." Chun'er thought to herself. In fact, people with a little girlish nature, such as her, are not bad at all. However, the wife loves her and respects the people at her lower back, and always develops some arrogance. At this time, her heart softened and said in a gentle tone: "So can you please bring potted plants for your wife?"

Chen Ao held his chin and thought seriously for a moment, and said, "Okay, then... I'll just let it go."

Chun'er burst into tears and laughed: "You are so interesting."

Chen Ao just put down the rag, and a headless person made a whimper scream and rushed in frantically.

"Chun'er is here too? Haha, it's just right here, hurry up, frame this painting for me..." Zhou Heng held a scroll and said excitedly to Chun'er.

His eyes fell on Shen Ao's place: "You, take my famous post and go to invite someone. I will ask them to come to the mansion tomorrow morning to have a drink. Several young men in the capital will be invited, and no one is allowed to be pulled down."

Zhou Heng put his waist up with his energy: "I want everyone in the capital to know that everyone will come to enjoy the glory and let them see the famous paintings given to me by Princess Qinghe. Haha, Zhou Heng is elegant and elegant, and it will be a matter of time before he gets favored by Princess Qinghe."

Chen Ao's eyes were about to fall out. Legend has it that Princess Qinghe is not only as beautiful as a flower, but also has a high level of attainment in poetry and painting. Will such a great beauty look at Zhou Heng last year? She also gave her a famous painting?

Chen Ao went to take Zhou Heng's painting and said, "Young Master, I'm the best at framing the paintings. Let me frame it for you."

While speaking, he unfolded the scroll on the Eight Immortals table, and a picture was displayed in Zhou Heng's eyes. This painting is "The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest". There are only four sages left in the picture. The faces, figures, and expressions of the four sages are different, and they are supplemented by attendants and utensils to enrich their personality characteristics.

"Picture of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest?" Chen Ao's eyes turned green. He stared blankly at the mountains and rocks in the painting with fine and soft lines outlined the outlines, and completely rubbed the texture of the mountains and rocks. There is also the unrestrained expression of the sage sitting or lying down. This work by Sun Wei of the Tang Dynasty almost portrays the expressions and behaviors of the Seven Sages to life.

There are only the fragments left in the Seven Sages Picture, and the remaining Four Sages, but in later generations, this work was worthless.

"Priceless treasure." Chen Ao sighed in his heart.

Zhou Heng said proudly: "It was the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest. The princess gave her to me. It must be because of her wise eyes and seeing me as a sage. Haha..."

"TMD, what?" Chen Ao cursed in his heart, his eyes suddenly paused and then he laughed.

"Young Master, this picture is a fake."

"Fake it?" Zhou Heng's eyes were about to fall off, and he immediately cursed: "What do you servant know? This is the princess's intention, how can he pretend to be a fake..." Although he said this, he was still a little unconfident in his heart and stretched his neck to look.

Chen Ao pointed to the waiter in the picture: "Young Master, look, this picture is extremely clever forged. However, the waiter's pen is a bit stiff, and there is also here..." Chen Ao pressed the painting, and a trace of ink was immediately revealed on his finger: "The ink is not dry, it is obviously a new work. Looking at this inscription, although this person is good at forging famous paintings, he is obviously a bit unfamiliar with forging other people's handwriting. Sun Wei, the author of this painting, is not restricted, and the inscription should be completed in one go, but there are obviously traces of copying here."

Chen Ao took a deep breath: "Besides, this painting is said to be a thing in the palace and has been collected by the present. Even if it is given to Princess Qinghe, how could Princess Qinghe give it to someone easily?"

Zhou Heng's face turned green. He didn't dare to believe Chen Ao's words, and he had to believe it. This guy was very wise and showed such certainty. It was hard for Zhou Heng to believe it or not.

"You know how to draw, too?"

Chen Ao smiled and said, "I know a little bit." He was modest, but his heart was more arrogant than Zhou Heng. He wanted to say to Zhou Heng: "There are not a thousand or eight hundred famous paintings forged by Lao Tzu. Only microscopes from later generations can see the flaws. Isn't it like to identify famous paintings?"

Zhou Heng frowned: "Since it's a fake, why didn't Princess Qinghe tell me? What does this mean? Could it be that she is going to take the exam for the school? "

Chen Ao said: "I'm afraid Qinghe County mainly embarrasses the young master."

"Young Master, do you think, with your son's character, will you ask someone to see this painting after you get it?"

Zhou Heng nodded: "I have a wide range of friends, so naturally there will be many friends to appreciate them."

"That's it. There are so many people watching it. Everyone knows that the princess gave the young master a famous painting. But one day, someone will see the flaw, right?"

Zhou Heng thought for a while and said, "Nothing is wrong."

Chen Ao continued: "This is known to everyone, but once you find out that it is a fake painting, what will others say?"

Zhou Heng's face turned blue: "There will definitely be many people who will laugh at me. I said that I have no eyesight and can't even tell the difference between fake paintings."

Chen Ao smiled slightly: "I'm afraid that it's more than that. People's words are terrifying. Maybe someone will say that the young master toad wants to eat swan meat."

"Who dares to say it?" Zhou Heng said gritting his teeth: "Hurry up, put away this painting, and don't let anyone mention this matter."

He was still excited just now, but now Zhou Heng is like a defeated rooster. He was secretly grateful in his heart. Fortunately, this fake painting was discovered in time. Otherwise, if someone really wanted to come to see him, I was afraid that the entire Bianjing City would be laughing at me in a few days.

"Is it really humiliating me to send this prince a fake painting? Wow... No, I can't swallow this. What's your name?" Zhou Heng looked at Chen Ao seriously this time, only to think that this servant looks familiar, but in his opinion, most of the servants are in the same shape.

"My name is Chen Ao."

Zhou Heng clenched his fists and said, "Chen Ao? Come with me and go to find the princess. I want to question her, what is her intention?"

Chen Ao quickly stopped him and said, "Young Master, can't go."

"Why?" Zhou Hengfei was used to being domineering, and he could not bear this anger. The nameless fire in his stomach was about to break out.

Chen Ao said: "Even if the young master goes, it will be useless. I have an idea."

"Young Master, think that the princess thinks that the prince is a straw man... and deliberately uses a fake painting to humiliate the young master. It is better for us to forge a picture of the Seven Sages to give it back to her, and to tell her that her trick has been exposed by us, and to let her see our means."

"Put it as a picture of the Seven Sages?" Zhou Heng shouted in surprise: "Although I am a little talented, I can only copy ducks, chickens, etc. I am not good at picture of the Seven Sages."

"NM a fool." Chen Ao resisted the urge to kick him to death.

"I have some experience in ancient paintings." Chen Ao rolled his eyes with a ulterior motive and recommended himself.

"Oh? You can?" Zhou Heng looked at Chen Ao suspiciously.

Chen Ao said: "It's not that I'm bragging, my copying level is at least higher than this painting."

"That's great, God really helps me. Chen Ao, right? Now you don't have to do miscellaneous work. I will copy the Seven Sages Pictures immediately. After the work is done, I will be rewarded with great rewards, haha..." Zhou Heng turned angry and took out a paper fan from his waist, shaking it in a very chic manner.

"I dare to underestimate this young master, hehe, it will open your eyes when the time comes." Zhou Heng laughed again when he thought of giving back a picture of the Seven Sages to Princess Qinghe.

Chen Ao pursed his lips: "If you want to paint, it's not so easy. For example, this Seven Sages Picture was made by Sun Wei of the Tang Dynasty. This Seven Sage Picture was made of Shu paper from the Tang Dynasty and was painted with Hui ink, but these two things are expensive..."

Zhou Heng interrupted Chen Ao with a paper fan and said, "It's no problem, no problem, I'll buy it."

Chen Ao said again: "And it takes a lot of time to make a fake painting and requires a few people. Why don't you ask Miss Xiang'er and Wu Saner to be my assistants."

Zhou Heng said: "It's not a problem, it's not a problem. I'll talk to my mother about Xiang'er."

Chen Aotu saw the dagger and smiled slightly: "I heard that the young master needs a book boy? What do you think of me?"

Zhou Heng said angrily: "You are a servant. I respect you. Where did you come from so much nonsense?"

Chen Ao laughed and said, "Young Master, it is not easy to choose a good student. For example, a student can draw some paintings for the student, copy some calligraphy, etc. The young master just wants a small follower, right?"

Zhou Heng paused on the paper fan, tilted his head and thought: "Okay, as long as I copy the painting, I will tell my mother and let you be my book boy."

"A gentleman's words are as good as a horse." Chen Ao stretched out his palm.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Heng was stunned.

"Five as a swear."
Chapter completed!