Reborn to be a mistress, she went crazy killing the legitimate daughter

Shen Yiran had already figured out the trick, and he praised Dong Xizhou and asked the maid to bring him some tea so that he could rest for a while.

Mr. Liu stroked his beard and said, "I am ashamed of myself!"

When Dong Xizhou heard the words of praise, he looked aloof and arrogant, without a trace of joy on his face.

After drinking two cups of tea he continued painting in silence.

Mr. Liu appreciated his talent and did not argue with him. He also talked to Shen Yiran about the styles of the masters who had achieved great success recently.

Shen Yiran pursed his lips and smiled, and deliberately mentioned: "There used to be a court painter in Kyoto who was good at landscape painting. His painting style is somewhat similar to Mr. Dong's."

Mr. Liu immediately said, "Yes, if you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about him!"

Shen Yiran looked carefully and found that Dong Xizhou's writing was paused.

"I heard that this painter was very much loved by the late emperor. He was always by his side and personally painted a lot of paintings for your majesty. They were all buried with the late emperor in the imperial mausoleum, right?"

Mr. Liu nodded: "You can say that, so the last thing you're likely to see on the market now is his paintings."

Shen Yiran looked at Dong Xizhou and smiled: "I think God is helping me. If Mr. Dong practices hard now, he can catch up with the master!"

Mr. Liu smiled and stroked his beard and said, "It's a pity that His Majesty doesn't like portraits nowadays. Otherwise, Mr. Dong's talent would be enough to be a court painter."

Dong Xizhou sneered. Although he didn't say anything, it was obvious that he disapproved of the court painter.

Shen Yiran rolled his eyes and smiled again, "I don't remember what the master's name was. I wonder if Mr. Liu could tell me?"

Mr. Liu immediately said, "The old gentleman's name is Jiang Zhongzhou. Because he works in the palace, everyone calls him Jiang Painter."

"After the late emperor became a dragon, did Painter Jiang retire and return home?"

Mr. Liu nodded: "Yes, I heard that Doctor Jiang returned to his hometown and opened a school to teach painting, but it only lasted three years before the old man died of illness."

Shen Yiran nodded and said with some emotion: "If Painter Jiang could live a few more years, I wonder how many of his disciples would be in the painting world now!"

While Shen Yiran and Mr. Liu were chatting, Dong Xizhou had already finished painting the screen.

He stood up suddenly and said indifferently, "It's finished."

Shen Yiran didn't seem like he could move so fast. Instead, he seemed to want to leave here early. When he walked over and took a look, he saw that most of the scenery behind him was white space with mountains and rivers, which naturally saved time.

Mr. Liu praised him endlessly, but Dong Xizhou said, "I'm tired and hungry. I want to go back and rest."

Shen Yiran tried to persuade him to stay in the Marquis' Mansion to have dinner with Mr. Liu, but he refused in a noble manner.

Mr. Liu smiled and said, "It's the same if I take him out to eat. Madam, you don't have to see me off. We can just go out on our own."

Shen Yiran personally delivered it and said with a smile: "I will give you the wages for today's screen. You won't get any less."

"Humph."

Dong Xizhou snorted coldly and turned away without even waiting for Mr. Liu.

After they left, Bai Zhi came in and said, "I checked again when I served tea, and there is indeed no mole!"

There was no need for Bai Zhi to investigate further, Shen Yiran already had a direction.

When Bo Jinnian came back, he took him to see the screen.

Bo Jinnian also thought it was very good, grand and impressive, and very suitable as a gift.

Shen Yiran smiled and said, "That's right. Did you know that he took two hours to finish this painting?"

Bo Jinnian was somewhat moved: "If you are not very skilled, you probably can't draw a folding screen like this, right?"

Shen Yiran proudly raised his doubts again.

"How can such a young person have such a powerful painting style, unless he follows a powerful master."

Bo Jinnian raised his hand and tapped the tip of Shen Yiran's nose: "You, you must know something. Don't beat around the bush, just tell me."

Shen Yiran said this as if Mr. Liu had discovered it.

"Master Jiang? Do you mean this person should be Master Jiang's disciple? But judging by his age, unless he was initiated at a very young age, he must have not been with Master Jiang for very long."

Shen Yiran pursed his lips and said nothing: "I am also curious, so I want you to check it out."

Bo Jinnian deliberately sighed and said, "My wife, please feel sorry for your husband. I am very busy with official duties and have to investigate this and that. I can only ask for a clone."

Shen Yiran pursed his lips and smiled: "Then, Sir, let Big Brother help investigate it? Isn't Big Brother also in the department?"

Bo Jinnian thought for a while after hearing this: "Can I let my elder brother know about this?"

His words were clearly asking Shen Yiran whether there was a big connection behind this matter.

But Shen Yiran couldn't answer him.

In my previous life, I only heard one sentence and didn’t know the details, so now I have to investigate first.

"My eldest brother helped you a lot last time. The eldest wife still remembers what happened the other day. When I went to see Mrs. Xu, she ignored me. Why don't you take the initiative to ask my eldest brother for help to ease the relationship?"

Bo Jinnian felt very relieved when he heard this, and couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Shen Yiran's forehead. Shen Yiran was so embarrassed that he lowered his head and buried his head in Bo Jinnian's arms.

Bo Jinnian was pleased, he embraced Shen Yiran and smiled softly: "Now that the two children have left home, I have to stay in the room."

Shen Yiran's ears even turned red. Unable to say anything, she could only let him blow out the candles and lower the bed curtains.

The next day, Bo Jinnian went to ask Bo Jinxiu in person. Bo Jinxiu didn't want to pay attention at first, but when he heard that it was another big event, he became eager to try. He approached and said, "I see that my second brother has been acting mysterious lately. If we join forces, we will definitely be invincible!"

Bo Jinnian smiled and said, "Brother, you must be low-key and cautious. We don't know how deep the water is. I'm afraid that you will be implicated and put in danger."

"Is it really that dangerous? Hmm... OK, leave it to Big Brother."

Bo Jinxiu laughed again: "I'll do this well, you should at least tell the higher-ups about it and ask for a promotion."

"nature."

Bo Jinxiu went there happily. When he entered the yamen, he made some tea and drank it, looking around.

Wait until the boss arrives before starting to work.

He thought that if he wanted to investigate Painter Jiang, he should go to the Ministry of Rites to review the documents, but he was currently in the Ministry of War, and his position was low, so he would not be able to get the documents without finding a reason.

But he was a little smart and knew the financial situation of his colleagues very well.

Among them was a new clerk whose uncle worked in the Ministry of Rites and was a clerk in charge of archives.

Bo Jinxiu took the initiative to build a relationship with that person and took him out for food, drinks and entertainment.

Bo Jinxiu knew all the good fish and the good singers. When a young man came to Kyoto and was taken to visit Kyoto, he would naturally be very willing.

Soon the two became brothers. Bo Jinxiu deliberately guided him to meet his uncle. This man took advantage of his day off to take Bo Jinxiu to the Ministry of Rites to find his uncle.

Bo Jinxiu pretended to be very casual, and with words he asked this person to take him into the archives of the Ministry of Rites.