The princess understood that Feng Zhi was in poor health and never took her with her when she went out, which made Feng Zhi convenient.

However, since I met Jin Yanci last time, there seemed to be people around the Zhuang Palace, and the surveillance was so closely monitored. It seemed that Lord Jin really wanted to grab her tail.

Feng Zhi lay in the palace for five or six days, watching the bamboo forest in his mansion being dug up before taking people out to buy flowers and trees to plant them.

"This girl, do you buy paintings?"

"Girl, I have famous paintings from the previous dynasty here. I buy them and pick them up. It is absolutely worthwhile to store them at home. Do you want to take a look?"

"I have pictures of beauty, flowers, landscapes, birds and beasts here. Which kind do you like?"

"Miss, do you want to say something?"

The painting owner wearing gray clothes and a scholar's hat and a mustache looked at the little girl in front of him and was speechless.

He has been setting up a stall for half a day, and no one cares about the huge painting stall. Finally, a little girl came. She is delicate and beautiful, but she has been staring at him for a long time and doesn't say a word. What are you trying to make a fuss?

"Girl, are you not rich?"

Finally, the little girl looked at him, and the boss felt that she understood something. A light flashed in her mind, revealing a reluctant expression: "Hey, my paintings are all rare and unparalleled products. If there is a market, I will have at least a thousand taels. But seeing as you are young and so kind, I will suffer a little to give you a better price."

As he spoke, he approached mysteriously, looking as if he was afraid that others would hear it: "You can't tell others, do you know?"

Feng Zhi narrowed his eyes invisibly and pointed to the painting in front of him: "How much does it cost?"

The boss's eyes lit up: "Miss, you know the goods. This is the masterpiece of Fang Tiande, a master of the previous dynasty. He was taken into the palace and then left to the world. If he was put in the store, it would have to be at least a thousand taels, but I think you are young, one hundred taels."

He raised a finger and looked painful: "The blood loss is not enough, but who made you destined to be with this painting? I can only bear the pain and give up love."

Feng Zhi looked at him with a 'naive' face, then nodded: "One or two!"

The boss's expression froze, unable to believe it: "What are you saying? Are you kidding? This is an antique painting, Master Fang's masterpiece. You actually want to buy it for a ounce of silver. You are dreaming about it."

The boss was so angry that he almost pointed at Feng Zhi's nose and scolded him.

Feng Zhi thought for a while, and seemed to think that he was too ruthless in his price cut, and sighed: "Then forget it, I won't buy it."

After saying that, he turned around and left without any nostalgia.

boss:"......"

Gritting his teeth and stomping his feet: "Come back, get a deal!"

One tael of silver per painting, the boss quickly rolled up the painting, for fear that Feng Zhi would regret it, and he would feel a little painful when he sold it. In short, his mood was quite complicated.

"Qiuluo, give money!"

Just now, when the boss said 100 taels, Qiu Luo wanted to pull Feng Zhi, but was afraid that the lady would be cheated if she was not familiar with the world. Although she felt that one tael of silver was not worth it, looking at the boss's expression, she felt relieved.

He handed over the money and delivered the goods in the other hand, and Feng Zhi took the painting and left.

The boss looked at the one or two taels of silver in his hand and felt like a hole in his heart. If he hadn't been able to afford to eat, he wouldn't have sold that painting so cheaply.

One or two silver coins are not enough.

However, he didn't know at this moment, and it was still behind him who vomited blood.

In the evening of that day, he was closing the stall when suddenly a team of yamen runners rushed towards him and directly held him away.

"Sir, what is the official doing? What did the young man do?"

The official officer said coldly: "Someone sued you to use imitations to pretend to be famous paintings of the previous dynasty to cheat money. If you have any words to go to the yamen, do you have to say it?"

The boss immediately thought of the girl today. He sold a painting that day, but he didn't expect that he would actually come across such a harmful person.

"Official, I'm so unfair!"

In the end, the man was dragged to the government and imprisoned.

"Shi Ce!" This name... is named Shi Ce. The name is quite knowledgeable, but Shi Ce is wrong? No wonder he was so unlucky.

It is obviously Feng Zhi who locks people in.

The painting she bought was hung in the attic by her and kept staring at it for several hours.

Qiuluo was very puzzled. It was not too much to lose if he bought a painting for one tael of silver, but why did the lady insist on suing her and said she bought it for one hundred taels.

Qiu Luo didn't dare to ask, but Feng Zhi could see the expression that wanted to speak but stopped: "Don't think too much, I have my own intention."

Feng Zhi slept beautifully for one night, and took Qiu Luo to visit the prison the next day.

There are many cases in the yamen, and even if people are arrested, they will not be tried immediately. They have to queue up all the time. If they can solve the yamen privately, it is allowed.

As the reporter, Feng Zhi can go into the cell to meet people.

The prisoners who were detained here were waiting for interrogation. Feng Zhi was generous and prepared strings of copper coins and broken silver for Qiuluo to take them. When he saw the prison guard, he handed them a string of wine and asked them to buy wine.

The money is not much, but it is enough for these people to change their good faces.

When Feng Zhi walked to the door of the prison cell where Shi Ce was imprisoned, the yamen runners who followed her all became familiar with her and also explained intimately: "The girl is just here and I'm just talking. You two girls should pay attention to safety."

"Thank you, this guy." Feng Zhi attached a kind smile, harmless and well-behaved: "I want to discuss it with him alone, but I don't know if it's inconvenient."

The young jailer nodded: "Yes, of course, I'm right next door, and there's a girl who just shouts."
Chapter completed!