win the hairpin

Chapter 108 Portrait
In the middle of the tomb is a black-painted agarwood table case, and in the middle of the table case is a painted tube of red flowers on a black background.

Qin Jie ordered his entourage to take the painting tube, which contained a framed painting in brocade. Holding the jade scroll, he slowly pulled the scroll apart, and the painting showed a man and a woman sitting.

The man in the painting wears a sky-high crown, a dark red gauze gown with cloud and dragon patterns, a square heart curved 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.

The woman is crowned with nine dragons and four phoenixes, with twelve flowers inserted, green clothes, with Cui Di on it, decorated with Zhu Luo, waist clothes and big belts, all of the same color as the clothes.

Qin Jie shook his hand, and the picture scroll in his hand rang: "This is."

"Qin Xianggong, be careful," Xie Zhou held Qin Jie's hand, "This is the portrait of Jinshang and Empress Pei."

Xie Zhou's mouth seemed to be specially designed to shock people. As soon as these words came out, the rapid breathing of everyone could be heard in the airtight underground chamber.

And this place full of damp smell also became inexplicably sacred in an instant, with an inviolable nobility.

"What, the portrait, it's not in the Palace of God, why is it here?" Qin Jie's hands began to tremble.

Xie Zhou said calmly: "It stands to reason that after the death of Empress Pei, the portrait should be stored in the Shenyu Palace, but it is still there today. This portrait is also a joint painting of the emperor and empress. It is inappropriate to store it in the Shenyu Palace. First, it was placed in the Tianzhang Pavilion , and then it was stored from Tianzhang Pavilion to Qinxian Xiaosi Hall."

Qin Jie's throat rolled, and he couldn't help asking: "Then why are you here?"

"Ten years ago, King Jin was still young and left Beijing alone. He missed his parents in his heart and didn't know when he would meet Jinshang, so he secretly went to Qinxian Xiaosi Temple and stole this painting and brought it to Tanzhou. .”

Zhu Guangli suddenly said: "I remembered. Ten years ago, I heard from my brother-in-law that there was indeed a painting lost in Qinxian Xiaosi Hall. It's just that today we are afraid of panic, so we haven't pursued it extensively."

Everyone in the dungeon had different thoughts. There were those simple people who were touched by King Jin's missing parents, while those with complicated 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 the capital.

There was such a commotion, the palace burned down a large garden, and Zhang Yanei was still injured here, and Qin Jie and other officials also came here. When the Holy Majesty inquired about the tax and silver, he would also ask about Jin Wangfu. The fire incident.

As for a trivial matter like stealing a painting, it is not worth mentioning in front of the relationship between father and son.

It's just that I don't know the origin of this painting, whether it was stolen from the palace by King Jin as Xie Zhou said, or whether it was obtained from someone else when King Jin planned to return to Beijing in recent years.

No one would think that King Jin already had such foresight at the age of ten.

As for Zhang Xutang, he let out a big "oh" in his heart.

He had been guarding against King Jin's trap for him, but in the end there was no such thing as a trap at all, but he was directly regarded as a stepping stone to return to Beijing.

For Tanzhou and his party, not only did he not kill King Jin, but he opened the door of imprisonment for King Jin with his own hands.

For some reason, he suddenly turned to look at Song Huiyue.

Song Huiyue also came in, just walking behind everyone, her body was dark and inconspicuous, but Zhang Xutang still saw her at a glance.

Her eyes shone strangely under the firelight, and she smiled back at him.

This is an extremely hateful laugh, the villain is successful, he is sure of winning, and he is trying his best to ridicule, Zhang Xutang must be seen to die of anger.

Zhang Xutang's face was red at first, then the color faded and became paler and paler. Finally, he turned his head around and sighed in his heart.

He is bad, but this time, the bad is too ugly.

When everyone had different thoughts, after Qin Jie heard the origin of this painting, his hands shook uncontrollably.

The more you tremble, the more you are afraid, and the more you are afraid, the more you tremble.

He was sweating from the shaking, and his two huge nostrils were desperately flaring, trying to put the painting back to its original place.

If he tore up the portrait of the empress—the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Thank you for joining the army"

Before he could finish his trembling words, Song Huiyue asked weakly behind the crowd: "Should we kneel down after seeing the portrait of the emperor?"

After she said this, the others woke up from their daze, and Zhu Guangli knelt down with a plop, kneeling down to welcome the portrait of the empress.

He knelt down neatly, and everyone else followed suit.

Holding the portrait, Qin Jie didn't dare to move his hands. He blinked vigorously and frantically motioned to Xie Zhou to take the portrait.

He would rather kneel down than hold this hot potato anymore.

However, Xie Zhou couldn't see what he meant - his eyes were too small, there was little difference between blinking and not blinking.

Just as everyone knelt down one after another, Xie Zhou looked at Zhang Xutang: "Zhang Yanei, why don't you kneel when you see the portrait of the empress?"

Zhang Xutang has been riding on Xiaowei's back, Xiaowei knelt down, he was pulling Xiaowei in a strange posture, no one paid attention to him.

At this time, Xie Zhou suddenly uttered a voice, and when everyone trembled in fright, they all looked at Zhang Xutang.

Zhang Xutang said coldly: "In addition to bowing down in the court, ordering the secretary to apply for fifteen articles, often participating civil and military officials, or those who perform private ceremonies and kneeling in the court, they will be given for one month. Bowing, now that I see Imakami's portrait, why should I kneel? Ignorance!

That's right, if you are keeping accounts in the palace, it is naturally impossible for you to understand court etiquette. "

He smiled again.

During these days in Tanzhou, he had boiled a reed stick, and when he smiled, the skin on his face covered his bones, making him look more and more skinny.

After saying this, he patted Xiao Wei on the shoulder, motioning him to stand up immediately.

Qin Jie also heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't have to hold the portrait to face the strange situation in front of him - he felt that he was the dead in the cemetery, holding the memorial tablet to accept the kneeling of the living.

Zhu Guangli didn't expect that it was wrong for him to kneel. When he was sighing his bad luck, Xie Zhou said again: "Don't the queen need to worship? When the queen sacrifices, all the officials have to kneel. Why is Zhang Yanei so special? Is it because Zhang Xiangye is already taller than the former queen?"

Empress Pei has passed away, so she is not kneeling, but offering sacrifices.

Zhu Guangli lowered his knee that had just been raised.

"Stand up," Zhang Xutang slapped Xiao Wei vigorously again, "My leg is broken in Ya Nei, I can't kneel down, let's go!"

After saying this, Xiao Wei walked out of the dungeon with Zhang Xutang on his back like an old horse.

The Zhang family is not as tall as Empress Pei. Concubine Zhang Guifei has always been a noble concubine, but she can't be a queen, but so what if she is not too tall. Could it be that he has a grudge against him because he has a broken leg and cannot worship the former queen?
No, I don't like Queen Pei today.

Even if his leg is not broken, today he will just reprimand him a few words, and then he will give up.

From the dungeon to the ground, there are more and more narrow steps, 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 didn't want to stay any longer, and returned home vigorously, but standing in front of the bedroom door, looking at the situation in the room, his throat was itchy secretly, he coughed involuntarily, and then "poof" the blood he had endured for a long time Squirted out.

(End of this chapter)