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The few scholars who were watching Qiankun Academy told the young master to scare them away, but everyone was still puzzled, what kind of heart did Yue Changfeng have when Qiankun Academy did so much?

Zhan Zhao continued to ask Lin Xiao about the murder of his parents ten years ago.

Lin Xiao roughly told the story of the incident again.

An eight-year-old child wakes up in the middle of the night in a violent storm, and his parents are killed suddenly. It is really difficult to expect him to remember how many clues.

Lin Xiao did a lot of investigations afterwards, but found nothing. The only thing he remembered was that when his father and mother were arguing, they mentioned that they would come to Kaifeng to find out everything.

Lin Xiao's father's name is Lin Ziwen, an unremarkable umbrella maker in Hangzhou, who opened an umbrella shop. It is said that he has a very bookish personality, and he likes to draw pictures.When Lin Ziwen was young, he did well in exams and had the opportunity to study at Taixue. As Lin Xiao said, everyone else went to Kaifeng, but they went back indignantly.His experience in Kaifeng may have something to do with what he said later, "I want to come to Kaifeng to find out", or it may be the cause of his death.

Bao Yan thought for a while, "There is indeed Lin Ziwen in the directory of Taixue."

"This name was in the list 21 years ago." Bai Yutang also nodded, "But it is marked as not enrolling, and there is no other record."

"Speaking of it." Bao Yan continued, "Lin Ziwen and Xie Yiting are students from the same group 21 years ago. Jin Shan is from the same group 22 years ago, a year earlier than them."

"Does your father know Xie Yiting?" Zhan Zhao asked Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao shook his head blankly, "I've never heard of it..."

"Hey, isn't your father very good at painting?" Chunhua asked, "Xie Yiting sells paintings in reverse, do you know him back then?"

Lin Xiao thought for a while, "Maybe."

"By the way, my father has a friend named Shen Botao. Both of them went to the Imperial College after taking the exam in Hangzhou." Lin Xiao said, "After that, Shen Botao didn't return to Hangzhou. I searched all over Hangzhou and found no such person. According to his family, he stayed in Kaifeng to do business, and then lost contact. I also inquired after I arrived in Kaifeng, but I haven't found this person yet."

"Shen Botao." Zhan Zhao thought for a while, "I'll go back to Kaifeng Mansion to check later, is there any characteristic?"

Lin Xiao shook his head, "I haven't seen it, I heard it from my father's friend."

At this time, a carriage stopped at the door of Mr. Lin's house. Ge Qing came with him and helped lift the curtain, and Mrs. Lin got out of the carriage.

Lin Xiao got up, but everyone didn't stop him and let him go home first.

Zhan Zhao looked at the situation below, "Ge Qing sent it back, it seems that the emperor is not unaware that someone is following Master Lin."

Bai Yutang nodded, "Sooner or later, the competition between the four courtyards will happen, so it's better to do it this time."

"Twenty-one years ago, Taixue and Xie Yiting shared a study with a total of 21 people, and none of them was named Shen Botao, and there was only one named Shen." Bao Yan said, "It's called Shen Yan."

Zhan Zhao frowned and thought for a while, "I haven't heard of it either."

"Shen Yan..." Wang Qi rubbed her chin and asked, "Are you in your 40s and a bit fat?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, knowing that day.

Chunhua asked, "Do you know a man named Shen Yan?"

"I know that Shen Yan of Taixue!" Wang Qi said, poking Chunhua, "You have such a good memory, don't you remember? The dean of Yuanqing Academy!"

Chunhua was taken aback for a moment, then scratched his head, "Yuanqing Academy... Oh! That fat dean?"

Zhan Zhao and the others were curious, "Is Yuanqing Academy one of the four participating in the competition?"

"Yes, I can rank fourth in Kaifeng." Wang Qi nodded, "Shen Yan is the youngest dean, and Yuanqing Academy has always had a good relationship with Taixue, because the dean was once a student of Taixue, right? I have a few friends from Yuanqing Academy, I have met Shen Yan a few times, and there is an old fried dough stick!"

"Is he from Hangzhou Mansion?" Everyone asked.

Wang Qi thought for a while, "I'm not sure about this."

"But even if he is not Shen Botao, at least he is a classmate of the dead Xie Yiting. We can ask him if he knows Lin Ziwen." Zhan Zhao said, got up, and asked Bao Yan and the others to go back and check the Kaifeng mansion. In the headbook, make a list of all the students on the student list 21 and 22 years ago, and let Chao Mahan and the others go door to door.

……

After leaving the restaurant, everyone else went back to Kaifeng Mansion, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang took the fourth son to Yuanqing Academy.

As for why they took the fourth son with them, because Tianzun and Yinhou said that since they were in charge of the competition of the four courtyards, they would win every battle if they knew themselves and the enemy, so it would be nice if they had the opportunity to go to the enemy academy to find out.Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang were afraid that Tianzun and Yinhou would cause trouble, so they might as well take the fourth son with them. The little guy might not be able to help, but at least he was not as troublesome as the two old ones.

Zhan Zhao held the fourth son by one hand, and walked side by side with Bai Yutang on the streets of Kaifeng Mansion.

Zhan Zhao asked, "Little fourth son, where is your little Liang son?"

The fourth son raised his face and said, "Little Liangzi is practicing calligraphy."

"Practice handwriting?" Bai Yutang felt fresh, "Why is he practicing handwriting?"

The fourth son said, "Qiqi taught him a method that day, and said he could practice it well, so he is practicing these days, and he will write a letter to his parents when he is done."

Zhan Zhao smiled, "He has improved a lot."

"Xiao Linzi also said that the other day..." the fourth son said, and suddenly turned his face away again, "Ah! Xiao Linzi and Xiao Linzi are reunited! Why do everyone have the same name?"

Bai Yutang looked at the fourth son, frowned slightly, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said, "It's like speaking... I seem to have heard the name Lin Ziwen somewhere."

"Didn't you remember the directory of Taixue?" Zhan Zhao asked.

"It should have been earlier." Bai Yutang frowned and thought, "Where did I see it..."

Speaking of this, Bai Yutang stopped suddenly, and said to Zhan Zhao, "I remembered!"

Zhan Zhao looked at him.

Bai Yutang picked up the fourth son and pulled Zhan Zhao, "Go to Xie Yiting's house!"

Zhan Zhao was confused, but still followed Bai Yutang to Xie Yiting's old house.

At this time, there were still white lanterns hanging in front of Xie's house.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang found the housekeeper of the Xie family, and went to the warehouse where Xie Yiting's treasures were stored.

Bai Yutang quickly found a painting, and said to Zhan Zhao, "Look at the signature!"

Zhan Zhao looked up, and saw that Bai Yutang was pointing at an ancient painting, on which was a poem, and the date of inscription was exactly 21 years ago, the name was Lin Ziwen, and there was a seal!

Zhan Zhao was surprised.

The fourth son stroked his chin, "But this painting has a different style from the one that Zunzun bought."

Bai Yutang nodded, "This was supposed to be an ancient painting, but Lin Ziwen just wrote a poem to comment on this painting!"

Zhan Zhao nodded, this is quite common.

Bai Yutang asked the housekeeper, "Your master's study was stolen once before, but he didn't say what was lost, right?"

The butler nodded.

"Does your master hide any paintings in the study?" Bai Yutang asked.

The butler thought for a while, "Is this... I don't know."

……

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao came out from Xie's house.

Zhan Zhao asked Bai Yutang, "Do you suspect that what was stolen from Xie Yiting's study room was a painting?"

Bai Yutang was also not sure, and said, "I just think that if Xie Yiting can let Lin Ziwen write on the painting, it will show some friendship. Lin Ziwen's painting skills are far higher than his calligraphy. Xie Yiting is a person who loves painting. There's no reason not to have a collection of his paintings."

Zhan Zhao nodded, "They are from the same year, but Lin Ziwen didn't enter the Imperial College..."

The two were walking back when they saw the door of the house on the side open, and a chubby Imperial City Army soldier ran out. He saw Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang at a glance, and was stunned.

Then I saw the little fat man clapping his hands, "Oh! So do whatever you want! I was just wondering if I could run into you two when I work in the old Jin's house at night!"

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang looked over, this is Wang Xiaopang, a small soldier of the Imperial City Army who lived in the house next door to Xie Yiting's house.He had helped inquire about the situation of Xie's family before, and judging by his appearance, he probably discovered something.

People walked and chatted.

Wang Xiaopang said, "I chatted with the little maid of Xie Yiting's family again, and I found out that when Xie Yiting's study was stolen, it might be a painting!"

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang looked at each other - did they really guess right?

"What painting is it?" Zhan Zhao asked Xiaopang to explain in detail.

Wang Xiaopang said, "His maid said that Xie Yiting suffered from insomnia, especially on rainy days, when he heard the sound of rain, he would have a headache and couldn't sleep, so whenever his maid saw it raining at night, she would give him Bring Anshen tea over. Several times, I saw him holding a painting and sighing. When the maid came in, he would roll up the painting and hide it in a black, very delicate box with a white plum pattern. But... …After the theft happened, I never saw him look at the painting again! Later, Xie Yiting died, and they cleaned his study room, but they didn’t find the box, but after all, it was the master’s business, so they didn’t dare to talk nonsense.”

"Have you asked about that painting in detail?" Zhan Zhao asked.

Wang Xiaopang nodded, "Of course I asked! A servant girl saw it once and said that it should be a landscape painting, which seems to be a snow scene. Then every time Xie Yiting looked at that painting, he felt that what he was holding was not a painting. It’s a hot potato, holding it and sighing in annoyance. The black box is usually well hidden, and Xie Yiting will lock the door of the study when he goes out, and no one will go in to clean it on weekdays. Even the wives You can't go in without him!"

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang glanced at each other—a picture of a snow scene?

After Wang Xiaopang finished talking about what he had inquired about, he ran to change shifts.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang continued to hold the fourth son in their arms and headed towards Yuanqing Academy.

……

On the other side, Kaifeng Mansion.

After Gongsun and the others came back, Xiao Liangzi went all over the yard looking for the fourth son. Hearing that he didn't come back with him, Xiao Liang, who had finished practicing calligraphy, was not happy, so he sat in the yard to groom the little pony.

Bao Yan took out the head book of Kaifeng City and looked through it.

When Pang Yu was free, he asked Tianzun, "Old man, can I have a look at Lin Xiao's paintings you bought that day? If his paintings are really that good, I will have to accept one if I find time!"

Tianzun went to the room, took out the painting, and hung it on the clothes rack for everyone to admire.

Everyone came together to watch.

Gongsun couldn't help admiring, "I've never seen a painting like this, does his father also paint in the same style?"

Tianzun nodded, "Their painting styles are almost exactly the same! Their skills are similar, and things like blood are really amazing!"

"Strange!" Gongsun was puzzled, "If Lin Xiao's father had such painting skills, he would definitely be famous all over the world. Why is he not famous? Haven't you seen any gallery shop selling his paintings?"

"Probably because of his untimely death?" Tianzun felt a pity, "If he passed away ten years ago, he would only be in his thirties."

Zhao Pu and Zou Liang also joined in the fun to see the painting. Ouyang carried a large food box of roast roe deer meat to share, followed by Long Qiaoguang who was holding a bow and arrow and talking to himself with his head tilted.

Tianzun looked at Long Qiaoguang puzzled, Yin Hou also felt strange, there is nothing wrong with this baby, right?How old are you, talking to yourself like this?

General You looked up and saw Yin Hou, he suddenly leaned over and waved to him, "Then what, old man, take a step to talk."

Yin Hou walked aside with him.

Long Qiaoguang asked, "How old are you?"

Yin Hou was stunned and looked at Long Qiaoguang.

"More than 100?" Long Qiaoguang asked.

Yin Hou scratched his head.

"How old is Wu Yifu?" Long Qiaoguang continued to ask, "Over 80?"

Yin Hou sighed.

The gossiping listeners also understood. Long Qiaoguang, like most people, did not understand the ages of Yin Hou and Tianzun. Because of their special identities, Yin Hou and Tianzun deliberately erased the time of about 20 years. It gives people an illusion.Therefore, most people in the world think that they are over 100 years old, so by analogy, Wu Yifu should only be 80 or [-] years old.The age is not right, General You naturally can't guess that Wu Yifu is his idol.It's just that Wu Yifu taught him a few words casually just now, and he has improved by leaps and bounds, Master Guang was a little dizzy, and felt that something was wrong.

Yin Hou thought about telling him that it was all right.

But before Yin Hou could speak, he saw Wu Yifu and Hong Jiuniang walking in from the other side of the courtyard.

Wu Yifu was coughing, Jiuniang rubbed his back and complained, "What the hell, there's so much dust, it won't rain!"

The sick student coughed and waved his hands, indicating that it was not serious.

When the two walked into the yard, they saw a group of people gathered together, looking at a painting hanging on a hanger.

The sick scholar himself is good at this, so he walked over curiously to have a look.

After only one glance, Wu Yifu was stunned.

Jiu Niang was also stunned.

At this time, Wu Yifu suddenly coughed violently.

Everyone looked at him.

Yin Hou frowned, Gongsun hurried over, "Why..."

Before Gongsun could reach out to check Wu Yifu's pulse, the sick scholar spurted out a mouthful of blood, impartially, and it was spraying on the painting hanging by Tianzun.

Tianzun gasped.

Pang Yu and the others were so frightened that they hurriedly leaned aside. Anyone who doesn't know medical skills can tell that the person who spewed out this mouthful of blood is okay?

Gongsun stretched out his hand to feel Wu Yifu's pulse, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "It's nothing, it's lung fever, it's a good thing to spit out blood, take it in and lie down!" Then, he took out a pen and paper to write a prescription, and handed it to Chen Xing'er, "Go and boil the medicine!"

Chen Xing'er and a few maids hurried to make medicine.

Wu Yifu kept coughing, Hong Jiuniang and Yin Hou helped him into the room and lay down, Gongsun gave him a few needles, and the cough gradually stopped.

At the door, everyone gathered around.

Lin Yehuo asked Granny Heishui, "Hey, is he okay?"

Granny Heishui shook her head, "I haven't vomited blood for a while, what happened recently?"

Yan Bi also frowned, "Third Master hasn't been sick for a long time, is there a lot of pollen recently?"

"Third Master?" Everyone looked at him.

"Uh..." Yan Bi opened his mouth, and seemed to realize that he was talking too much, so he turned around and took the pony back to the stable.

Everyone was very worried about Wu Yifu's condition. To be honest, they had ignored his title of "Sick Scholar" before. No wonder people in the Demon Palace called him sick. This is really serious.

Outside the crowd, Long Qiaoguang held his bow and stood there stupidly, frowning slightly - Third Master...

Xiao Liangzi tugged at the hem of Tianzun's clothes, Tianzun looked bitterly at the blood-stained painting, and covered his chest—the sound of heartbreak!