Save the Bachelor of Heaven

"No need, talking about poetry with people from the government is no different from seeking fish from a tree. You don't have time, and I'm not in the mood, so it's better to avoid it." The woman smiled slightly.

"Hey, why can't we talk about poetry with people from the government?" He Shen was a little dissatisfied when he heard this.

"How does the girl know that we are from the government?" Qianlong also asked curiously.

Today, they are visiting privately in micro-services, their whereabouts are secretive, and they are quite careful in their conversations. I don't know where they missed their travels.

"A few of you are well-dressed and huddled together. Even if they are not powerful, they must be rich. It is not an exaggeration to say that a few are rich?" the woman said with a smile.

"Well, now that the world is peaceful and the people are prosperous, it is not an exaggeration to say that we are rich." Qianlong nodded with a smile.

"The character for rich is divided into three, with an official hat on top, a sharp mouth in the middle, and a field character on the bottom. That is to say, to be a rich person, you must either be an official, farm the fields, or be a profiteer who eats people and doesn't spit out their bones. The woman explained with a smile, "A few rich people, first of all, didn't carry goods, and second, they didn't look like wealthy landowners, so they are naturally members of the government."

"Wonderful, wonderful solution." Hearing this, Qianlong smiled and clapped his hands, and the woman became more and more interested in this.

"Miss is so eloquent, she competes with our Mr. Ji." Qianlong laughed again, "But I don't know who you are?"

"Set up a small stall, sell some calligraphy and paintings, and earn some petty profits." The woman smiled slightly.

"Oh, it turns out that the girl is that profiteer who eats people and doesn't spit out bones." He Shen joked with a smile when he heard it, and it was a little revenge for [not being able to talk about poetry with officials].

"Mr. is wrong. Setting up a stall to sell paintings is just a small business, earning a small profit, just to make ends meet. It is very different from that profiteer and wealthy businessman." The woman glanced at He Shen and sneered.

"What kind of calligraphy and paintings does that girl sell?" Qianlong asked curiously, "Can you show us?"

The girl nodded with a smile.

He Shen hurried over.

"This gentleman is not a person of this way at first glance, so don't give others a excuse, and be ridiculed for being arty." The girl glanced at him and sneered again.

When He Shen heard this, he was immediately embarrassed.

When was he a first-rank official, so crowded? !

What's more, being run over by such a weak woman is simply hateful!

"What are you talking about! Let me tell you, there is nothing in this world that we can't see, and there is no place we can't go to. If you don't show us this painting, I'm afraid you won't be able to sell it." He Shen said angrily .

"What are you talking about? Are you the Confucius in the temple who couldn't stand the firework of the world and came to this West Lake, so I can't sell calligraphy and paintings;

Or are you Lord Lu Ban in the sky who couldn't help running to this Lingyin Temple in a moment of itch, so I can't play with an axe? If you are neither a master nor a Luban, then which temple are you considered an immortal? Why should I listen to you? "The woman looked at He Shen and sneered disdainfully.

He Shen was repeatedly squeezed by her, and he was so angry that he wished that someone would drag her down to beat him.

But in front of the emperor, there is no reason for him to explode.

"Okay, my lord, I don't think you are this girl's match when it comes to bickering." Just when he was embarrassed, he heard Qianlong laughing.

When He Shen heard this, he hurried down the donkey, "Yes, master, this slave is a warrior with a clumsy mouth and cheeks, and she is indeed no match for her. But why has our iron-toothed and copper-toothed Mr. Ji become dumb?"

When Xiang Nan heard this, he smiled and waved his hands, "My lord, can't you see that this woman has an extraordinary background."

"Huh?! What do you think her background is?" He Shen asked curiously.

"If I'm not mistaken, she is also a member of the government just like us." Xiang Nan laughed.

"Her?! A member of the government?" He Shen was taken aback, as if to believe it or not.

...

At this time, the girl had already unfolded the calligraphy and painting in her hand.

When Qianlong saw it, he couldn't help being surprised, "A picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival?!"

Upon hearing the name, He Shen and Xiang Nan couldn't help pricking up their ears.

"Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation by Zhang Zeduan, a well-known painter in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Famous paintings of this level are rare even in the palace. Therefore, seeing a woman selling such a famous painting on the street, both Qianlong and Heshen couldn't help being very surprised.

"Such a precious and famous painting, no wonder the girl refuses to show it to others easily." Qianlong smiled. He could tell at a glance that this ancient painting was real and not a fake. "I don't know how much the girl asked for?"

"Why, sir, I don't know, are there any priceless things in this world?" The woman laughed.

"Then..." Qianlong was a little puzzled. Since it is priceless, how can it be sold?

"I gave this painting to my husband, and I won't take any money." The woman said again.

"Why?" Qianlong was even more confused. It is not an exaggeration to say that such a precious ancient painting is priceless. It's strange that the woman is willing to give this painting away for free.

"The sword is given to the martyr, and the horse is given to the hero. Mr. is extraordinary, can't he be a painting depicting the city? Farewell." After the woman finished speaking, she turned around and left, and disappeared in the sea of ​​people in a moment.

Qianlong looked at her back as she drifted away, and couldn't help being very interested in this woman.

...

Qianlong returned to Xingzai immediately, and immediately ordered someone to investigate the origin of this woman. The clue was the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

Famous paintings like this have always been inherited in an orderly manner, and it is not difficult to be traced. And as long as the previous owner is tracked down, the girl's origin will naturally be known.

Sure enough, in the evening, there was news that the previous owner of "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" was the current governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Wang Danwang.

"Okay, interesting." Qianlong nodded.

...

At night, the Hangzhou line is here.

The moonlight dissolves in the clear pool, and the red lights cover the trees. The sandalwood board is tapped lightly, and the flute fills the air.

On the water pavilion song stage, Kunqu opera "The Peony Pavilion" is being performed.

Opposite the pool, Qianlong sat in the middle, Xiang Nan, He Shen and others lined up on both sides, admiring it together.

As the saying goes, the pear blossom courtyard melts into the moon, and the catkin pond is light and windy, extremely rich.

"Well, not bad, not bad." Qianlong praised comfortably while beating the fan handle.

"Your Majesty, this is the Kun class specially presented by Wang Danwang, the governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang." Seeing that Qianlong was in high spirits, He Shen hurriedly said with a smile, "There will be a fight scene later, I heard it will be very lively."

When Qianlong heard this, he nodded with a smile.

At this moment, the eunuch suddenly came to report, "Long live Qi, the governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Wang Danwang, is begging to see you!"

Qianlong was taken aback, and signaled Xiang Nan and He Shen to back down.

"My humble minister, Wang Danwang, pay homage to the emperor." Wang Danwang immediately stepped forward and kowtowed,

"Get up." Qianlong smiled, "Master Wang, you were transferred from Ganzhou to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, right?"

"Long live the wise man!" Wang Danwang said hastily,

"Well, I'll show you something." Qianlong casually picked up a scroll from the table, "Is this "A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival" handed down by your family?"

"Your Majesty Mingjian, this painting is exactly what I have passed down from my family!" Wang Dan was taken aback when he saw it, and quickly knelt down and said, "I heard that Wansui Ya is good at painting, but I don't want to take away what I love, so I made this painting." Bad move..."

"Okay, get up, I don't blame you." Qianlong smiled, "I ask you, who is the woman who presented the painting?"

"She is the minister's adopted daughter, Su Qinglian." Wang Danwang immediately explained.

"Su Qinglian~" Qianlong murmured, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When Wang Dan saw it, a smile also flashed across his face.