Time is slow

   Chapter 40 Words

   "Living in Kou Shangshu's mansion—" Qiao Zhao murmured.

   Sure enough, she guessed right, if the eldest brother went to Beijing, he would definitely go to his grandfather.

   I don't know if the eldest brother has received the news of her death at this time.

   "Today, Kou Shangshu asked the decree to thoroughly investigate whether the fire at Qiao's house was a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. The Holy High has appointed his imperial envoy to investigate in Jiafeng." Seeing that his daughter was listening carefully, Li Guangwen was happy to talk more.

   "Which lord was appointed as the imperial commissioner?" Qiao Zhao blurted out.

  Li Guangwen smiled and said, "It's your uncle from the East Mansion."

   A layer of goose bumps instantly appeared on Qiao Zhao's arm.

   It is reasonable for the emperor to appoint an official from the Ministry of Punishment as the imperial minister to investigate the fire in Qiao’s house, and Li Guangyan, the eldest uncle of the East Mansion, is currently serving as the minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and he is my grandfather’s lower official.

  She changed from a daughter of the Qiao family to a daughter of the Li family, and now her relatives are responsible for investigating the matter of her predecessor. Such a coincidence can only be said that there is a will of God in the dark.

   "Zhaozhao, why are you crying?" After Li Guangwen finished speaking, he was surprised to find that there were tears in the eyes of the second daughter.

  Qiao Zhao couldn't tell the reason, so he could only say: "My father said it well, I'm moved."

  Li Guangwen's heart trembled.

   I was moved by this. It turns out that the second daughter's requirements are so low!

   He was suddenly a little ashamed of his cold treatment of his second daughter over the years, so he almost patted his chest and assured: "Zhao Zhao wants to hear stories in the future, so he will come to be his father."

   Qiao Zhao's eyes lit up, and his voice was naturally soft: "That's great, thank you father!"

  Li Guangwen couldn't help thinking as he fluttered out with the inkstone in his head: I didn't expect him to have a talent for storytelling!

   After the house was quiet, Qiao Zhao lifted his foot and went to the West Room.

The   Xiji room was set up as a study, and the four treasures of the study were all available. There was also a guqin by the window, which was already dusty.

   She picked up a stack of paper placed on the desk. The handwriting on the paper was neat and straight, extraordinarily clean and beautiful, and it was just a part of the Buddhist scriptures that was copied.

  Qiao Zhao glanced at it and instructed Azhu: "Go get a brazier."

  Binglu said quickly: "Girl, Azhu has just come, how do you know where the brazier is stored, or the maid should go get it."

   Seeing the master nodded, Binglu glanced at Ah Zhu, and went out happily.

  Qiao Zhao didn't care.

  Where there are people, there will be disputes. As long as the necessary bottom line is kept, it will be harmless.

   After a while, Binglu brought a brazier and said with a smile, "It was put away by Shuanghong before, and I almost forgot where it was."

  Azhu silently went to the east and came back with a candlestick.

   Ice Green pouted: "What are you doing with this in the daytime?"

  Azhu looked honest and polite: "The girl needs it."

   "Girl—" Binglu turned to look at Qiao Zhao.

  Qiao Zhao was surprised by Azhu's carefulness and said with a smile, "I really need it."

   At this time, it is spring, and if she uses a brazier, she must need a candle.

   Binglu gave Azhu a vigilant look upon hearing this.

   There are so many foreign minds, it's really annoying!

  Azhu calmly looked away.

  Qiao Zhao lit the candle and put the stack of paper on the flame.

  Binglu jumped in shock and rushed to rescue: "Oh, girl, what are you doing?"

  However, the flames were so powerful that a stack of paper burned in an instant, Qiao Zhao threw it into the brazier, and it quickly burned to ashes.

  Binglu felt distressed: "Girl, why did you burn the Buddhist scriptures you finally copied?"

   "I'm not satisfied with the writing." Qiao Zhao explained gently.

  Binglu's eyes widened in disbelief: "Is this still not satisfactory? Girl, maid thinks your writing is excellent."

   She thought for a while and said, "It's better than the master's words!"

"It's impossible to just look good." Qiao Zhao coldly saw that there were no sparks in the brazier, and only a pile of ashes remained, so he ordered the two maids, "You can pack up and go out, I'm copying a few Buddhist scriptures here. ."

"Yes."

  The two maids tidy up the study and exited. Qiao Zhao laid out the paper and grinded it. After a while, he picked up his pen and started writing.

   One by one, the dashing and elegant characters are like dazzling flowers, blooming one after another under her pen, which is a completely different font from the Buddhist scriptures that were burned before.

   After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Zhao put down his pen, his eyes fell on the paper, and his expression was stunned.

   This is very similar to her grandfather's word, so, no matter what obstacles in the way, she will definitely see the eldest princess as she wishes.

   The street is noisy, but the private room of the Wufu Teahouse facing the street is very clean.

  Chi Can ordered a pot of tea, sat by the window, poured himself a drink.

   Footsteps sounded in the corridor. After a while, Yang Houcheng pushed the door open, sat down opposite Chi Can carelessly, reached out and picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, raised his head and poured it down.

   "Cow drink!" Chi Can sneered.

  Yang Houcheng didn't care at all, put the teacup away, and sighed, "I didn't catch the guy named Shao again. He went out early this morning."

   Chi Can was not happy when he heard it, and said with a sullen face: "It's really busy."

   Yang Houcheng snickered in his heart, and Master Chi was angry for not having an appointment.

Not wanting to see his friend get angry, he hurriedly explained: "Isn't it? I asked the servant of Hou's mansion and said that he was going to pick up his deceased wife's coffin, and it would take a few days to return. Hmph, say go. Let's go, I don't know how to send us a message!"

   "Well... this is also a business." Chi Can said awkwardly after hearing the reason.

   "Yes, I think so too. By the way, why don't you see Zizhe?"

   When he mentioned this, Chi Can smiled: "Today his sister's birthday, he will stay in the house to entertain his cousins."

   Yang Houcheng winked when he heard it: "I think it's a cousin."

   The three of them are friends from childhood to adulthood, of course they know the troubles of the fifth son of Zhu.

   Thinking of Zhu Yan's situation at the moment, the two injured friends had no sympathy, and chatted for a while while drinking tea and then dispersed.

   As soon as Chi Can returned to Princess Changrong's mansion, the servant Taosheng reported, "Young Master, Aunt Dongyu has said that the Princess asked you to go to the study."

"understood."

   Chi Can changed into homely clothes, and then went to the study in a hurry.

   "Why did the mother call the son?" After he finished speaking, his eyes moved down, and he landed on the painting that was spread out on the desk in front of the eldest princess.

   Princess Changrong stretched out her finger and lightly tapped the painting in front of her.

  Her fingers were slender and full, painted with bright red Dan Kou, shaking Chi Can's heart annoyed.

Princess Changrong's eyes slowly fell on her son's face, and he could see the look of his patience, but smiled happily: "Chan'er, you didn't lie that day, this painting was copied by someone. "

  Chi Chan looked surprised.

   When he said those words with anger that day, his mother obviously did not believe it, so why today—

   Princess Changrong tapped the scroll with her finger: "It's paper for painting."

   Chi Can instantly understood.

   Yes, the duck play picture is Mr. Qiao's early work. If it is an authentic work, the collectors will cherish the paper and it will not be so new.

   Princess Changrong spoke again: "I'm curious, who copied this painting?"

   Mr. Chi's servant Taosheng, who appeared today, was made a cameo by the book friends Taosheng's silent shoes. Thanks to Yun Fangfei, Cheerleader 55, Nuniu Niu 1 for the sachets, and instead, I ask you, my big Tong Xiaoyi, I love summer long 9, chatting and laughing, and small-eyed manman. , thanks to the book friends who voted for the recommendation.

   (end of this chapter)