Dressed as the best villain’s wife, I’m busy raising cubs and farming.

Chapter 111 Picking up the leaks
  Gu Qingli's joy was clearly written on his face.

When he got the white porcelain pen to wash, he was immediately stunned.

Song Jin didn't think he was stupid for joy.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Qingli quickly called her to come closer.

Song Jin was also unambiguous, bending down next to him, looking extremely intimate.

But no one paid attention at this time.

The clear-cut fingers pointed to a spot in the painting and asked her.

"Does it feel familiar?"

"You don't think you know it, but now it looks more and more familiar."

"...I remembered, the mountain behind Qiongzhu Temple! It was on the cliff here that Chu Huai and I found red vine grass."

"There is also this thousand-year-old tree. It is estimated that more than ten people can surround it. The young man across the street fell under this tree that day."

Song Jin suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Gu Qingli, have you been to the mountain behind Qiongzhu Temple?"

"Yeah! Not only Houshan, I'm also familiar with Qiongzhu Temple."

How to tell her that he and Master Yunkong have been friends for many years?
  The area of ​​Qiongzhu Temple is related to Master Yunkong.

"The more I look at it, the more they look like each other."

"But this is a temple! Mountains and rivers are the same all over the world."

Gu Qingli shook his head, after all, he knew better.

He then pointed to the Zen courtyard in the center, "Look at this courtyard. If you go into Qiongzhu Temple and pass by it, you will see it. Dry well, juniper, locust tree, and plum grove."

Although time is long, some things are passed down from generation to generation.

The more Song Jin listened, the more something seemed wrong.

"You mean the painting is of Qiongzhu Temple?"

"Yes and no!"

"...Gu Qingli, can we stop showing off?"

Gu Qingli smiled and pushed him down on the edge of the bed and sat down.

He signaled her to be calm and calm.

"Five hundred years ago, Emperor Yun of the previous dynasty suddenly became a monk after ten years of reign. The royal family deliberately concealed his whereabouts."

"It wasn't until after his death that it was revealed that it was Fahuaji. So in the next ten years, more than a hundred temples named Fahuaji sprung up like mushrooms after a rain."

"True and false, false and true, the place where Emperor Yun settled has become confusing."

"However, it is said that when Emperor Yun was alive, in addition to enlightenment, he also studied various skills in the temple. At that time, there was a white porcelain brush washer that Emperor Yun personally fired. The landscape painting on it was painted by Emperor Yun later. This is the panoramic view of Fahua Temple.”

"Because of its special significance, that treasure was once sold at a sky-high price, but later it ended up somewhere unknown."

"But since then, many imitations have appeared on the market. Today, imitations are rampant. Because the imitators have never seen the real thing, their imitation brush washes depict white porcelain, landscape and Temple. It has three things, but I don’t know the details.”

"Actually, the temple is a temple within a temple. You see, there is Fahua Temple outside, which is actually the large area on the back hill of Qiongzhu Temple. The small temple in the center is today's Qiongzhu Temple.

More than two hundred years ago, both temples were burned down by fire, and the current Qiongzhu Temple was renovated according to the drawings. "

The more Song Jin listened, the more excited he became.

"Gu Qingli, are you saying that the brush washer I bought for four taels of silver is actually a priceless treasure?"

"That's right. But we need further confirmation. Just wait."

Then he saw Gu Qingli pour the water on the side into the pen washer, and a magical scene appeared.

"what?"

What should have been a normal phenomenon of clear water reflecting white porcelain was instead a variety of criss-crossing and winding road maps. When I looked again, it turned out to be a map!

"Gu Qingli, could it be a treasure map?"

Gu Qingli shook his head, he didn't know either.

Now it can only be proven that this is the priceless pen washer from the previous dynasty.

"You're so lucky!" Gu Qingli couldn't help but sigh.

Unintentionally picking up a leak in ancient times, Song Jin fell asleep in a very good mood.

****
  In Li Mansion, the servants have been silent all day. The reason is that their mistress kicked open the door of an aunt's courtyard early this morning and dragged the eldest man up from his cozy nest.

What is even more shocking is that the wife actually proposed divorce.

The most outrageous thing is that the elder actually agreed.

But as soon as he came back from the Yamen, something was wrong with the elder. He smashed things, cursed people, slapped people, and sold things, which made the Li family panic.

To this day, their calves are still shaking.

Song Honghong's yard is the only place where the old man has not had any attacks.

But the air pressure inside is no higher than outside.

"Bah! Damn girl! You can't even serve a cup of tea. What's the point of buying you? You begged me to buy you in the first place. It's my fault that I was so kind, but I spent a lot of money to buy you, a person who has failed to achieve anything but failed. Damn hooves!"

Chun Ya shivered, realizing that wives from wealthy families were so difficult to take care of.

In just a few days, she had already been beaten four times and was covered in injuries.

But she has no regrets.

Only by going to the city can you live a good life.

If she were still in Gujia Village, she would be sold by her second uncle to be a child bride in another village.

She didn't want to be a farm girl, doing endless heavy physical labor and not having enough to eat every day.

She, Gu Daya, was born to be the wife of a wealthy family.

On the day.

When she didn't know what to do, a carriage entered the village.

A steward got off the carriage and told her father that he wanted to buy a smart girl to be his maid.

Her father didn't want her to be a girl, so she sold herself out and gave her father ten taels of silver to cut off the relationship, so she came to the city.

She was dazzled by the city, where she had plenty to eat and beautiful clothes to wear.

It's just the lady in front of me that's scary.

Obviously she was sent by the eldest young master to deceive the little mute that day, but she succeeded. She was even punished by the eldest young master, and even more tortured by the wife when she returned to the yard.

Gu Daya hated Song Jin so much. If Song Jin hadn't done something bad, she wouldn't be in the situation she is in now.

She knew in her heart that her wife was just taking out her anger on her.

Song Honghong was tired from beating, so she was helped into the house by her personal maid Mingzhu.

"Madam, why are you doing this? Those little hooves are just an eyesore. If you hurt your hand, madam, it won't be good."

Mingzhu and Song Honghong have been together for many years, and they have a deep master-servant relationship. They are like sisters behind closed doors.

Song Honghong sighed.

"Mingzhu, do you think Song Jin is a bad luck star?"

"Why do you ask this, madam?"

I remembered Song Fangfei's visit a few days ago, and I immediately understood.

"Did Miss Fang Fei talk to my wife? I don't think my wife should take it to heart."

"I also know that Fang Fei has her own thoughts, but how can we explain what happened recently? Mingzhu, tell me, if Song Jin's family is driven back to the village, will things go smoothly for my Li family?"

Mingzhu didn't say a word. For many years, master and servant have been getting along with each other, and they have a tacit understanding.

She just needs to be a listener.

"No, no, no! If we rush back, she should be defeated or defeated."

Song Honghong was thinking about it, and suddenly, her eyes flashed with cruelty.

What if you kill him?
  If the trouble is dead, it will definitely not hurt her anymore.

With this idea, Song Honghong felt very sorry for her son's plan. If it had come true that day, there would be no need to worry today.

But that matter has passed, and there is no point in talking about it.

Now she can just do the finishing touches.

The disaster must be turned into a handful of loess.

No, it will avoid trouble in the future. It is best to serve it in one pot.

　good night!
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)