A quarter of an hour later, the carriage drove into the street, bypassed the densely populated Donghua Street, entered a spacious but sparsely populated alley, and stopped in a very elegant store.

When she got off the carriage, Yang Qianjun gave Chu Xinyu a silk cover because her appearance was too dazzling. No matter what she looked like, she could not hide her elegant and noble temperament.

Lan Yi jumped out of the car first, Yang Qianjun and Chu Xinyu followed.

Chu Xinyu raised his eyes and saw the horizontal plaque in the store with a painting gallery written in cursive script.

This library building is six stories high. After stepping in, it was originally divided into front and back yards. The front yard was a store. There were five rows of bookshelves on the left, with various books on the shelves, and various calligraphy and paintings on the three walls on the right. Walking in, it turned out that the back yard was actually a different world.

The hand-written Bilang connects three five-story pavilions together to form a shape of a font, making it easy to walk. The pavilions are pavilions and pavilions, namely the library, Huicui Pavilion and Wenhui Pavilion. Between the pavilions, there are rockery lotus ponds, pavilions and pavilions, and small buildings built by the water.

Before Chu Xinyu could browse the panoramic view, Yang Qianjun pulled into the Huicui Pavilion. When he stepped in, he turned around. Chu Xinyu nodded slightly to Lan Yi behind him. Lan Yi understood and did not follow in, but quietly left the same path.

As the name suggests, the Huicui Pavilion collects various calligraphy and painting works by famous artists. Whether you come to appreciate or buy paintings, it is only open for two days a month. You can register on the first floor, write your personal information, and take a sign made of bamboo and wood to visit.

If you like the painting, write down the number of the painting on the sign and hand it over to the waiter. Then a staff member will take it off and pack it. If necessary, you can also deliver it to your door.

Although not many people come to appreciate or buy paintings, these people have their own identities in their dress. Most of them take the sign and go to the second floor.

Chu Xinyu wanted to take a look casually, but instead of going upstairs, she walked around the carved screen, and there was an exhibition hall inside. When she went in, she was attracted by a painting in the main hall. She stopped and looked at the picture excitedly.

The room was full of light and could clearly see every detail of the picture. There were only two or three people standing in front of the painting, blocking her view. She took a few steps ahead and wanted to see it carefully.

Yang Qianjun found that Chu Xinyu did not follow him, but went to the exhibition room on the first floor, and followed her to ask, "What's wrong?"

"I'll just take a look, you go and do your own business." Chu Xinyu didn't say the reason, and asked her to do her own business first.

Yang Qianjun saw her staring at a painting called "Mid-Autumn Night", which was the work of Liu Zhenzhi in the previous dynasty. Liu Zhenzhi's paintings are of great value, especially the one in front of her, which is said to be his last work, which is priceless.

The calligraphy and paintings displayed here are just not sold in Huicuiguan.

It turns out that Chu Xinyu likes Liu Zhenzhi's works. Yang Qianjun said: "Then I'll go up the second floor first. After you read it, I want you to give me some advice."

Chu Xinyu nodded.

When Yang Qianjun left, Chu Xinyu walked to the painting and looked at the picture carefully for a while. He was very happy. At this moment, two working waiters came over and prepared to take off the painting.

Chu Xinyu asked: "What are you doing?"

"The painting has been sold, we are ready to take it down," a waiter replied.

"Sold? Who bought it?" Didn't it mean that it was not a product sold?

"I don't know that little one, our Lord Jiang is there, go and ask him." The waiter pointed to the man in a gray robe behind him.

Chu Xinyu looked in the direction he pointed, and saw the man's figure disappearing at the corner. She pulled up her skirt and chased after her. She said, "People from the Lord Jiang, please stay."

When Jiang Wu heard someone calling behind him, he stopped, turned around and saw that it was a masked girl. Seeing that she was dressed as a wealthy daughter, she asked, "What's wrong with the girl?"

Chu Xinyu owed her body and said, "Owner Jiang, can you sell me Liu Zhenzhi's "Mid-Autumn Night"? How much silver do you want? Just offer a price."

Jiang Wu looked at her carefully for a while and said, "It's not a matter of money, but this painting was originally a non-sale item, but a noble man had already asked for a relationship and bought it for a lot of money."

"Then can you tell me who that noble man is?" His words gave Chu Xinyu an important message. No matter what, she must know who the painter was.

"Girl, I'm really sorry, I can't say this." Although the gallery does not stipulate that the buyer's information cannot be disclosed, he really cannot disclose the identity of the young master.

"This painting is really important to me!" Chu Xinyu knew it was difficult to get information from the owner, but she still wanted to give up, "Owner, help me, can you tell me who the buyer is, I'll talk to him."

"This..." Jiang Wu looked at the delicate girl in front of him, feeling a little embarrassed. Although he couldn't see her true face clearly, he was in a good mood when facing her bright and fond eyes. Somehow, he couldn't say what he wanted to refuse, and said in a silly way: "That noble man is waiting in the VIP room, I'll send the painting. You can follow him at that time, but don't say that I took you there."

"Thank you very much!" Chu Xinyu said gratefully: "I understand what I should do."

...

Zhongyi Hou Mansion, Qingli Garden.

When Yuan came back from outside, he saw Chunmei coming out of the house and Mama Qin followed behind.

When Chunmei saw Yuan, she bowed her knees and bowed, and left in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" Yuan sat down and asked.

Mama Qin poured her a cup of hot tea and said, "Chunmei said that the fifth girl had gone out and only brought one Lan Yi, the girl she brought back from outside."

"Where have you gone?" Yuan picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

Qin's mother said: "It was picked up by the carriage from the Duke of Wei's Mansion, but the other party did not post. It is too unruly for the fifth girl to go out like this."

"Rules are a trivial matter." Yuan sighed lightly, put down the teacup and said, "If she still gets close to me as before, and her interactions with the cousin of the Duke of Wei's Mansion will do us well or not. I am afraid that two years will make her feel disconnected from me and will no longer be in the same way."

I haven't seen each other for two years. The little girl seemed very obedient and obedient to her, but she always lacked the intimacy she used to be and became a little more alienated.

Mama Qin said, "Didn't the lady let two girls beside the fifth girl? Is there any strange intention that I will sooner or later."

Yuan glanced at Qin's mother, "What's the use? If that little girl doesn't take them there, how can she know her every move outside?"

Mama Qin smiled and said, "This is not simple. There is only Zhu Bo, the maid in the fifth girl. The maid brought back from outside is nothing. You can send another maid to her, and a second-class maid will also send her one."

"Okay, let's do it according to your wishes. As for the candidate..." Yuan thought for a while, and said again: "Let the second girl of the Li family and Yun girl go."

"Madam."

At this moment, Fangting, the maid outside the door, called out, opened the curtain and walked in and said, "It's said outside that Mama Lin from Duke Ying's Mansion is here."

When Yuan heard this, he said likewise: "Come in quickly."

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Guess who the noble son is?
Chapter completed!