To the east of Wangxian Bridge, the luxurious Prime Minister's Mansion of the current Prime Minister Qin Hui is located here. The Prime Minister's Mansion occupies the entire alley of Wangxian Bridge, with hundreds of houses and dozens of courtyards. It can be said that there are many houses and deep courtyards.

Deep, the entire mansion is like an independent small city. There are as many as three hundred people in the Prime Minister's Mansion alone, including masters, servants and maids. This does not include the servants and guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion who live in the outer courtyard to protect the Prime Minister's Mansion. Prime Minister Qin Hui lives here.

Living like an emperor in a luxurious city within a city.

As the sun sets, in a small three-story building shaded by flowers and trees in the back garden of the Qin Mansion, Qin Hui is sitting on the terrace in the east of the building, wearing a wide silk robe. There is a long table in front of him, and it is spread out on the long table.

There was a long ancient painting. The scroll was so long that two servants had to carry the two ends of the scroll one by one to ensure that the scroll was flat.

Qin Hui was concentrating on carefully appreciating the ancient painting with a piece of glass lens, not missing any detail. As the lens moved, Qin Hui let out a sound of admiration. Finally, Qin Hui put down the glass lens,

His slightly chubby body leaned back on the back of the Taishi chair and sighed with satisfaction.

"Master, is this authentic?" the servant on the left asked, stretching his neck.

"Qin Fu, are you stupid? Can the things Wei Shixun gave to the Prime Minister be fake? Does he want to die?" Another servant sneered.

"Qin Lu, are you the only one who can do it? If that's the case, what else will the prime minister do for appraisal? Mr. Wei may not dare to send fake paintings, but if he doesn't protect them, he will be deceived by others. Besides, do you have the final say on whether the paintings are true or false?

?The prime minister has the final say on gains and losses. If you say something that others don’t like to hear, even if it’s a fake painting, if our prime minister says it’s real, then it’s real; if he says it’s fake, then it’s fake.

Mr. Prime Minister, do you think what I said is correct?"

Qin Hui listened to the bickering between the two servants with great interest. Hearing this, Fu Xu burst out laughing.

"Qin Fu, you are so good at flattery. Are you saying that I, the Prime Minister, call a deer a horse and take the fake as the real thing? Is this what I am so confused?" Qin Hui said with a smile.

"No, no, no, that's not what I mean. What I mean is that our prime minister's hands and eyes are all over the sky. No matter what painting he is, after our prime minister's eyes scan it like this, it is like passing through a layer of gold, which is worthless.

It's already valuable, even if it's fake, it's more valuable than the real thing." Qin Fu said hurriedly.

Qin Hui waved his hand and said: "That's all, you make me happy. I understand, but these antiques and paintings cannot be confused with the real ones. If these things are collected and faked as real, it would be a big joke. I am in Getian Pavilion.

But I can’t save a single fake. If there were fakes in my collection, wouldn’t it be ridiculous?”

"Yes, yes, what the prime minister said is that the villain is ignorant. Where is our Getian Pavilion? Even the plaque on the Getian Pavilion was given by the emperor. Naturally, the collection must be the best and most beautiful in the world.

It’s really antique calligraphy and painting.” Qin Fu said with a smile.

Qin Hui stroked his beard and nodded with a proud smile. This small building in the back garden is called Getian Pavilion, which is where he collects antiques, calligraphy and painting treasures. The name Getian Pavilion comes from the Prime Minister's Mansion given to him by the emperor.

This is what Qin Hui is most proud of. What a compliment this is. The emperor gave himself this plaque, which is the greatest compliment he can give himself. The great blessing of the Holy Family,

Unprecedented. Since

Sometimes I think about it and feel a little ashamed in my heart. The emperor treats him like this. Are I sincerely loyal to him, governing the world for him, and protecting the country for him? Qin Hui doesn't dare to think deeply about this question.

"Take it, Wei Shixun got something good this time. Do you know the name of this painting and who painted it?" Qin Hui asked with a smile.

"I don't know!" Qin Fu and Qin Lu shook their heads like rattles.

"Without learning or skills, this painting is called "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll", which was painted by Wu Daozi in the Tang Dynasty. Wu Daozi, do you know who he is? That is the figure who is revered as the saint in the painting. He is the

He painted portraits of Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty. His paintings are priceless and cannot be measured by gold and silver... That’s all, I’m telling you that I’m talking to you. You two are uneducated and know nothing.” Qin Hui was very interested.

, he actually started laughing and cursing in his words.

Qin Fu and Qin Lu were very happy. Based on their understanding of the Prime Minister, the Prime Minister was in a good mood at the moment. At this time, they might as well flatter the Prime Minister more and make the Prime Minister happy. Maybe they could get rich rewards.

Qin Lu just had no chance to show off, and was overtaken by Qin Fu's flattery. At this moment, he did his best and said with a smile: "Good guy, this Wu Daozi really has some background. But... Prime Minister, this Wu Daozi's paintings are good.

Okay, it’s just that there’s a character missing from this painting.”

Qin Hui said in astonishment: "Someone is missing? Who is missing? This is the whole volume. I just counted it. There are eighty-seven gods, not a few."

Qin Lu came closer with a playful smile and said: "It should be the Eighty-Eight Immortals. If you paint the Prime Minister on it, the painting will be perfect. The Prime Minister must be a god descended from the earth because of his immortal demeanor. Tell me, find someone to paint the Prime Minister."

I'll paint it up and rename it Eighty-Eight Immortals. That would be a good call."

Qin Hui was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. He pointed at Qin Lu and said, "You bitch, you are really good at flattering."

Qin Lu was scolded as a bitch, but he was very happy and started wagging his head like a pug.

"You are talking nonsense. All the eighty-seven gods in this painting have their own backgrounds. These three are Emperor Donghua, Emperor Anji, and Emperor Fusang. These ten are the Ten Divine Generals. These seven are men.

Immortal officials. The other sixty-seven are golden boys and beautiful girls. What do I mean by painting them?" Qin Huiwu said with a smile to himself.

Qin Lu scratched his head and smacked his lips, not knowing how to answer. Qin Fu laughed and said: "Qin Lujing is talking nonsense. My prime minister is already a god, why should he be painted on it? I think the Antarctic Emperor looks like our prime minister."

It looks like the Prime Minister has actually been in the painting for a long time, and the Prime Minister is the Great Immortal of the Antarctic Emperor."

Qin Lu looked at the scroll carefully, but this time he did not refute, but shouted: "Oh, don't tell me, it really looks like it. Prime Minister, take a look for yourself, isn't this you?"

Qin Hui laughed loudly, waved his hands and said: "Two bitches are just asking for rewards. We will go to the accounting room to collect the rewards later. In this case, it's okay for us to joke, but we are absolutely not allowed to talk nonsense outside. What kind of immortal? What kind of emperor? Find it for me.

Are you uncomfortable?"

Qin Fu and Qin Lu repeatedly said yes, and were even more happy after receiving the reward. The two of them collected the scroll with great care and sent it to the calligraphy and painting shelf in the building for collection.

Qin Hui was about to get up and leave when he saw someone walking quickly towards the small building on the path in the back garden, so he slowly sat down again

.Not long after, a person came to the terrace and saluted Qin Hui.

"Master Xiang, I'm back."

Qin Hui snorted, lowered his head to drink tea, and asked lightly: "How is it? What did you see?"

"Reporting to the Prime Minister, Zhou Junzheng has been buried in the mountains behind Qixia Academy. The villain has been watching for a whole day. Except for some students from the academy who came to express their condolences, no one from the official academy of the DPRK came to express his condolences." The man said solemnly.

road.

Qin Hui raised his gray eyebrows and sneered: "They know what's going on, and they know they're afraid of me."

"That's natural. Who dares not to be afraid of the Prime Minister's power? However, those academy students are a little bold. They know Zhou Junzheng's crime and dare to go to express condolences. These students already know their names and give them to them.

They have written it down. However, they all have no official positions and are just ordinary students. Please let the prime minister know how to make a decision."

Qin Hui frowned and thought for a while and said: "These people are ignorant people, young people who don't know the heights of the sky. You can just write down their names, but you don't have to do anything specifically. These people can't be tipped off either."

No matter what kind of storm arises, we still don’t know how difficult life is. Unless they cause trouble, there is no need to deliberately provoke them, lest some people say something."

"I know, I just obey the Prime Minister's instructions. But Prime Minister, there is a man named Fang Zian here, who seems to have a very close relationship with Zhou Junzheng. He was the one who organized the whole funeral. After asking about it, the villain said,

It is said that this person was once a student of Zhou Junzheng, but he was later expelled from the school by Zhou Junzheng. If this person jumps out at this time, should I give him a special greeting?"

"Fang Zian?" Qin Hui frowned and said, "Why does this name sound familiar?"

"What the Prime Minister doesn't know is that this Fang Zian is the poor student who recently became very famous and wrote "The Sapphire Case"."

"Oh? I mean, that's it. I've read that poem and it's pretty good. He turned out to be Zhou Junzheng's student? I just found out that Zhou Junzheng had another student. Why did you say Zhou Junzheng expelled him from the school?"

"It is said that because of his entanglement with Qin Xiqing, a singing girl from Wanchun Garden, Zhou Junzheng became furious, saying that he had ruined his reputation and expelled him from the school."

"When did it happen?" Qin Hui asked with a frown.

"About two months ago. I haven't found out the details yet. If the prime minister wants to know the origin of Fang Zian, I can go find out and report back." The man said hurriedly.

Qin Hui thought for a while, waved his hand and said: "That's not necessary, he's just a small person. However, he dared to go to organize the funeral for Zhou Junzheng. Is this to show his courage? Pay more attention to him, if it is just to gain a position.

That's all, if he is making a lot of noise, you don't have to be polite to him. Hey, what's the trouble for an old man like Zhou Junzheng? He has never lost anything in his life, even his only student has been expelled from the school, and in the end he still needs his own abandoned disciples.

It's really pathetic to preside over his funeral. Hey, let's not talk about it anymore. Go ahead and collect some money from the account to share with your men."

"Thank you, Mr. Prime Minister. I take my leave." The man bowed his hands and bowed respectfully.
Chapter completed!