In the middle of the tomb is a black lacquered agarwood table, and in the middle of the table is a painted tube with red flowers on a black background.
Qin Jie ordered his entourage to take out the painting tube, which contained a full brocade-mounted painting. He held the jade scroll and slowly opened the scroll. On the painting was a man and a woman sitting together.
The man in the painting wears a crown that reaches the sky, a dark red gauze robe with clouds and dragon patterns, a square heart-shaped collar, a dark red gauze skirt, a gold and jade belt around his waist, white socks and black shoes, light eyebrows and long eyes with soft eyes.
For women, there is a crown of nine dragons and four phoenixes, with twelve flowers, a green robe with emerald stripes on it, decorated with Zhu Luo as the edge, and a waist and a large belt, all of the same color as the clothes.
Qin Jie's hand shook, and the scroll in his hand rang out: "This is..."
"Mr. Qin, be very careful," Xie Zhou held Qin Jie's hand, "This is the portrait of today's Shang and Queen Pei."
Xie Zhou's mouth seemed to be specially designed to shock people. As soon as he said these words, the rapid breathing of everyone could be heard in this airtight underground secret room.
And this place, which was full of the smell of moisture, became inexplicably sacred and inviolable in an instant.
"What...what...the portrait is not in Shenyu Palace, why is it placed here?" Qin Jie's hands began to tremble.
Xie Zhou calmly said: "It stands to reason that after the death of Empress Pei, the portrait should be kept in the Shenyu Palace. But it is still here, and the portrait is a joint painting of the emperor and the empress. There are many problems with keeping it in the Divine Palace. First, it was placed in Tianzhang Pavilion.
, and then it was stored from Tianzhang Pavilion to Qinxian Xiaosi Hall."
Qin Jie's throat rolled and he couldn't help but ask: "Why are you here?"
"Ten years ago, the King of Jin was still young and left Beijing alone. He missed his parents and didn't know when he would be able to see Jin Shang again, so he secretly went to Qinxian Xiaosi Palace to steal this painting and brought it to Tanzhou.
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Zhu Guangli suddenly said: "I remembered it. Ten years ago, I heard my brother-in-law say that a painting was indeed lost in Emperor Qin's Xiaosi Hall, but now I am afraid that people will be panicked, so I have not pursued it vigorously."
Everyone in the dungeon had different thoughts. Some of the simple people were moved by King Jin's longing for his parents, while those with complex thoughts had their own ideas.
But they all know that today's trip to the dungeon has become a step for King Jin to return to Kyoto.
The commotion was so loud that the palace burned down a large garden, and Zhang Yanei was still injured here. Qin Jie and other officials also came here. When the emperor asked about taxes and money, he would inevitably ask about the prince of Jin's palace.
A fire incident.
As for a trivial matter like stealing a painting, it is not worth mentioning in the face of the family relationship between father and son.
I just don’t know the origin of this painting. Whether it was stolen from the palace by the King of Jin as Xie Zhou said, or whether it was obtained from other sources when the King of Jin planned to return to Beijing in recent years.
No one would ever think that King Jin had such far-sighted plans at the age of ten.
Zhang Xutang, on the other hand, said a big "Oh" in his heart.
He had been on guard against King Jin setting a trap for him, but in the end there was no so-called trap at all, but he was directly used as a stepping stone to return to the capital.
Tanzhou and his party, not only did he not kill King Jin, but he personally opened the door of imprisonment for King Jin.
For some reason, he suddenly turned to look at Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue also came in, but she walked behind everyone. She was dark and inconspicuous, but Zhang Xutang still saw her at a glance.
Her eyes shone strangely in the firelight, and she smiled back at him.
This is an extremely hateful smile. The villain has achieved his goal and is sure of victory. He is trying his best to ridicule Zhang Xutang and make Zhang Xutang angry to death.
Zhang Xutang's face turned red at first, then faded away, becoming increasingly pale. Finally, he turned his head around and sighed deeply in his heart.
He is bad, but this time, he is so bad that he is not pretty.
While everyone was having different thoughts, Qin Jie's hands started shaking uncontrollably after hearing the origin of this painting.
The more you tremble, the more scared you are, and the more scared you are, the more you tremble.
He was shaking so much that he was sweating, and his two huge nostrils were trembling desperately, trying to put the painting back to its place.
What if he tore up the portrait of the emperor and empress - the consequences are simply unimaginable.
"Thank you for joining the army..."
Before he could finish his trembling words, Song Huiyue asked weakly from behind the crowd: "Should we kneel down when we see the statue of the emperor and empress?"
When she said this, the others woke up from their daze, and Zhu Guangli knelt down with a plop, kneeling down to greet the portrait of the emperor and empress.
He knelt down neatly and neatly, and everyone else followed suit.
Qin Jie held the portrait, not daring to move his hands. He blinked hard and frantically motioned to Xie Zhou to take the portrait.
He would rather kneel down than hold this hot potato anymore.
However, Xie Zhou failed to see what he meant - his eyes were too small, and there was not much difference between blinking and not blinking.
Just when everyone was kneeling down, Xie Zhou looked at Zhang Xutang: "Zhang Yanei, why don't you kneel down when you see the statue of the emperor and empress?"
Zhang Xutang kept riding on Xiao Wei's back, and Xiao Wei knelt down. He pulled Xiao Wei in a weird posture, and no one paid attention to him.
At this time, Xie Zhou suddenly let out a voice, which frightened everyone so much that they all looked at Zhang Xutang.
Zhang Xutang said coldly: "In addition to kneeling down in the imperial court, I have ordered you to apply for fifteen articles, and I often attend civil and military officials or have private ceremonies in the court. Those who kneel down and worship will be given to me for one month. I have seen this, and I only need
Bowing, now that I have seen this portrait, why should I kneel down? Ignorance!
Also, if you are keeping account books in the palace, it is naturally impossible for you to understand the etiquette of the court."
He smiled again.
During these days in Tanzhou, he boiled himself into a stick, and when he smiled, the skin on his face covered his bones, making him look even more skinny.
After saying this, he patted Xiao Wei on the shoulder and motioned him to stand up immediately.
Qin Jie also breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer had to hold the portrait and face the strange situation in front of him - he felt like he was the deceased in the cemetery, holding the tablet and accepting the kneeling of the living.
Zhu Guangli didn't expect that he was kneeling wrong. Just when he was sighing to himself about his misfortune, Xie Zhou spoke again: "Don't you need to worship the queen? When the queen worships, all the officials have to kneel. Why is Zhang Yanei so special? Is it because
Prime Minister Zhang is already higher than the Queen?"
Queen Pei has passed away, so she is not kneeling down, but offering sacrifices.
Zhu Guangli lowered the knee he had just raised.
"Stand up," Zhang Xutang slapped Xiao Wei hard again, "My leg is broken in the yamen, I can't kneel down, let's go!"
After saying this, Xiao Wei was like an old horse, carrying Zhang Xutang and walking out of the dungeon.
The Zhang family is no higher than Empress Pei. Concubine Zhang has always been a noble concubine, but she can't become the queen. But so what if she is no higher than her? Is it possible that the emperor will have a grudge against him because his leg is broken and he cannot pay homage to the late empress?
No, I don’t like Queen Pei either.
Even if his leg was not broken, I would just scold him a few words and then give up.
From the dungeon to the ground, there are narrower and narrower steps. It is quiet and deep. The master and the servant walked into the darkness, walked out of the darkness, and saw the light of day again.
Zhang Xutang had no intention of staying any longer, and returned home in one go. However, standing in front of the bedroom door, looking at the situation in the room, his throat secretly itched, and he couldn't help coughing, and then a mouthful of blood that he had endured for a long time "popped"