Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

Zhang Xiu frowned, with a hint of uncertainty in his heart.

Kang Maosi said from behind, "Can there be fake paintings in the collection hall? You must not be fooled."

Yes, how can there be fake paintings in the collection hall? Everyone thought in their hearts.

Kang Mao touched his beard with satisfaction, "It's late, and there are others who have to try, so don't delay."

Song Shubai, who was not far away, couldn't sit still a bit. He suddenly stood up and said, "Can you let me see the authenticity of this painting."

Song Xuewei sneered in her heart. Her biological father knew nothing else, just knowing that she was mingling. She didn't use the painting he gave, and she didn't make concessions to the wild species. She must be angry.

Song Xuewei was not afraid that he would give Song Ran a head start, with a trace of grievance between her eyebrows, she said, "Since my father doesn't believe me, come and have a look. My father has been to the collection hall before and must have a thorough understanding of the paintings and calligraphy inside. Weiwei believes in you. "

There was a faint laughter all around.

Who doesn't know that Song Shubai is a dude. If a child admires his father, he naturally feels that his father is good at everything.

I played with Song Shubai, but fell into deep thought.

When Song Shubai came over, Song Xuewei said, "Sister Ran Ran is sure that it is fake?"

Ran Ran nodded vigorously, "Fake."

Ran Ran saw Uncle Dan, and went over to look at the painting together.

One big and one small stared at the painting together.

Ran Ran thought of the "heaven" that Uncle Dan had said, and Uncle Dan said that the fake brushes were wrong. In fact, Cub didn't see anything wrong with the brushes.

This word is simple, Ran Ran wrote it, but isn't this word "heaven"? It looks like this.

Although she couldn't see the problem, Ran Ran took a closer look to see how the stroke order was wrong.

Song Shubai glanced at it and found that this was not a real painting. After a moment of silence, he firmly said, "This is a fake painting."

The atmosphere is a bit silent.

"There is a difference between relatives, Boyang Hou can't make a false statement for his daughters, no, this painting is also brought by your other daughter." Kang Mao said meaningfully.

This is a bright hint that Boyanghou is eccentric.

Doting a concubine and destroying his wife, raising an outside house, and surviving children is quite a shame.

The children born out of concubine were born decently and conformed to the etiquette, but the children outside the house were not. Besides, if you are outside, who can be sure if it is the blood of the Hou Mansion?

Song Shubai's back stiffened, his face instantly became cold, and a faint warmth came from his slightly cool hands.

He lowered his head and looked at him, the back of his hand was quietly hot, and he looked up at him in doubt and worry.

Song Shubai smiled and asked Zhang Xiu to look at it. He pointed to the poem in the lower right corner of the painting, "This ‘Heaven’ has a wrong stroke order. I have done a description of it, and you can see the clue if you look carefully."

The color of the place where it was aimed should be a little darker. However, Song Shubai did not hesitate to make money at the beginning, and was determined to do his best, so that little bit of depth is not obvious.

He moved the painting to a position and placed it in the sun. The winter sun is not too strong, a bit cold, and the effect is still not good.

Zhang Xiu carefully rubbed the word "天" and thought about it along the stroke order, carefully comparing it with other characters, and his brows slowly frowned.

Song Shubai said, "I found someone to imitate this painting. I have the original."

"In this case, Master Hou will take out the original." Zhang Xiu said.

Song Shubai said, "...I gave the original work to the Jingcheng Marquis Mansion."

There was no sound.

No one believes it.

Hao Duan Duan first imitated the fake painting, and the fake painting went to the collection hall. The original painting was sent to Jingcheng Hou Mansion. Song Xuewei didn't take the original painting, but took a fake painting to tell the truth. He didn't even dare to act like that in the playbook!

What about evidence? What about evidence?

Seeing Song Xuewei's absence, Jiang Zhile didn't do well in secret, whispered a few words, instructed Tong An to do it, and immediately stopped him.

Tong An turned around and showed doubts.

Jiang Zhile stood up and said, "I will go personally, and you will stay."

Raising his right hand to touch the left sleeve, an oval hard object cannot be ignored, and the man's eyes sink.

Song Xuewei had a bad feeling when she heard Song Shubai's stroke of "Tian" was wrong, and she immediately came out with the excuse of changing clothes.

Fanglan followed behind and reminded: "Miss, changing clothes is not in this direction."

Song Xuewei shook her head and hooked her fingers by the trees. Fanglan squatted down and listened to the master's instructions: "You go back to the house now and find a long box in the corner of the dormitory. The painting inside is destroyed. Make it cleaner. Pick it up. Make up the picture."

Fanglan didn't quite understand, but she was very loyal and calm and would look at her winks. This is why Song Xuewei called her out alone. She nodded immediately, "The slave and maid will do it now."

Song Xuewei turned a corner, hearing footsteps about to hide, raised her eyes and suddenly met someone.

Jiang Zhile, who came out alone, also happened to see Song Xuewei.

This is the first time the two have met without outsiders.

Song Xuewei's heartbeat missed a beat, a trace of fear flashed across her eyes, and she lifted her chin slightly in an instant, and said in a puzzled tone: "You are the teacher of Sister Ranran, why are you here?"

There seemed to be a picture flashing in Jiang Zhile's mind, suppressing the disgust from his heart, nodding, "Come out and breathe."

Seeing him leave by mistake, Song Xuewei shouted to him without thinking, "I think the master has a good knowledge, but my sister has taught me very well, can the master also teach me?"

Jiang Zhile didn't turn his head, "I'm just a master."

So mercilessly, Song Xuewei's face turned pale and pale, with a deep malice in her heart.

Seeing Jiang Zhile's back, he almost wanted to call him and tell him that Jiang Ranran was dead, and that he died very miserably.

Don't worry, when she doesn't need Jiang Zhile one day, she will expose the truth and appreciate this expression.

Jiang Zhile came out of the garden, knowing that he was a step slower, and it was too late to go directly to Jingchenghou's Mansion.

In all likelihood, the other party will go back in a carriage. Kyoto is not allowed to ride horses in the streets, nor can he ride horses.

After all, it was an imperial garden. Jiang Zhile was a little farther away. He recruited a secret guard and asked him to send a letter to Sima Cheng, while he took a carriage to Jingchenghou's Mansion.

After Sima Chengzheng threatened the two mice, he asked the mice to hook the fool of the Zheng family.

Unexpectedly, this person is so stupid, not like the old man born by Zheng Ting. He is so good. He smiled and didn't take much effort to help the flames. While sending a letter to Jingzhong's own staff, let them be kinder and help them. The idiot of the Zheng family.

Zheng Zihao was ecstatic. He didn't expect the other party to show face so much. With Shuncai's "witty" little head and his brilliant talents, Zheng Zihao invited many officials from Beijing.

Zheng Zihao is quite self-aware in this respect.

It was drinking and having fun. It was touted and dizzy. Everyone is a good buddy who draws a knife to help. Redstone's profits were allowed to go out, and a lot of verbal promises were made. Zheng Zihao was satisfied, but also a little greedy.

Zhao Ke said, "The officer I was in looked good. They were all idle jobs. Why don't you tell my dad that they are all friends. I can't cheat you. If my dad moves his fingers a little, it costs a lot more than me. It's useful."

Yes, if he can interact with these adults, he will be able to raise his eyebrows in front of his father in the future.

Zheng Zihao's heart was moved, and he hesitated: "That's not great."

"Then I don't want this redstone profit." Zhao Ke shook his fan, took the maid to feed the wine, and said drunkly, "My little master is not short of this silver, I really want to make you a friend."

"Then I, Zheng Zihao, will recognize you as a friend today!" Zheng Zihao slapped the table and felt that this Zhao Ke was really precious. He poured a glass full of wine with pride, "Drink! Don't get drunk or return!"

Zhao Ke poured the wine into his sleeve and pretended to drink, one cup after another. When Zheng Zihao was drunk and confused, he glanced at Zheng Zihao who was too drunk to get up with disgust, and raised a glass to several people who were pretending to be drunk.

The eyes of several people were clear, their eyes bumped, and they all laughed.

Of course it is not familiar. This is not the same as the master, you always have to be familiar.

Sima Cheng was not worried that a few people would not be able to complete the task. He heard the secret guard's report, and a trace of coldness flashed across his eyes, causing the secret guard to stun and be safe, and informed Butler Song that he had to prepare the car immediately.

Steward Song was immersed in the great shock of learning the truth, his face turned blue and white, and he panicked and asked people to prepare for the car.

"Too... Master, or the old slave will go with you."

Sima Cheng raised his hand, "No, you are too eye-catching. My name is Xiaohei now. Except for your uncle, the people in Boyanghoufu, only you know about this." Jiang Zhile and Ran Ran naturally do not belong to Boyanghoufu.

Butler Song's lips trembled, and he vowed: "The old slave swears to keep the secret to the death."

When he woke up safely, his head was a little dizzy, and he sat up with the back of his head and found himself in the carriage.

Sima Cheng said calmly: "Steward Song asked you to go to Jingcheng Hou Mansion on an errand to fetch a painting sent to Jingcheng Hou Mansion. You get dizzy when you get on the carriage."

Peace is unbelievable, why did he faint? !

Ping'an has always been leaping and has a lot of questions. One would ask why he wanted to get the painting, another would ask Steward Song why he let him over, and another would wonder if Sima Cheng lied to Steward Song.

Sima Cheng did not move his brows and frowned. He had long expected to knock people out, but he didn't expect it to be so noisy.

Seeing that Xiao Hei didn't speak, he muttered, "I measure you and you don't have the guts to lie to me!"

The carriage stopped, and Ping An took the lead to get off, shaking his clothes and walking towards Jingchenghoufu, after two steps, he turned his head to let Sima Cheng follow.

Mrs. Jingchenghou and his eldest daughter-in-law Mei are arranging flowers at the same time.

On the round table was the early plum that the maid had just folded, and the plum petals were faintly stained with dew. The incense burner on the side burned with spices and sandalwood.

Madam Jingchenghou inserted a plum blossom into the mouth of the bottle, and said in a light tone: "Qingyan wants Weiwei to be included in the genealogy, what do you think?"

Jingcheng Marquis Mansion is different from other mansions. The Jingcheng Marquis and his wife are very affectionate and there are no concubines. Therefore, Mrs. Jingchenghou did not interfere with her son and daughter-in-law's room, and would not give her son a cypriot.

Apart from having no children, this daughter-in-law has no choice. Moreover, Madam Jingcheng Hou knows that part of the reason is that the eldest son is not in good health, so the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law get along very well, and they do not hesitate to talk.

Mei’s family didn’t sloppy, and said something inwardly, “My daughter-in-law always feels that the purpose of the Zheng family is not simple, but that they don’t know what the Hou Mansion is worthy of their coveting. The matter of entering the genealogy, since this is a marriage gifted by the sage, the child again If you follow your mother, and you are not a boy, it’s okay to enter the genealogy. Mother, if you are in poor health, it is up to them to toss."

Madam Jingchenghou coughed twice, with no blood on her face, "Finally, let her go to the genealogy."

She has always had a faint hunch, no one said it, and it seems to have faded for some reason recently.

—— Jingcheng Hou's Mansion may have no successors.

At this time, a maid came to report the news of the concierge.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked surprised after hearing this.

What did Boyanghou's close friend come over?

Mei's said to her mother-in-law: "I'll go and see, it's cold and cold, mother go back to the house and rest."