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In the Xianchun period of the Southern Song Dynasty, the capital Lin'an Imperial Street was a place where literati and poets gathered. I don't know when a painting stall was set up at the end of the road. The stall owner was wearing a long robe and a scarf on his head, and a scholar was also a scholar. There was a banner under the stall table, with four major characters on the top: all things are drawn, and eight small characters on the bottom: I can only remember the pictures when I see them.

The scholar's surname is Yan Qiu, and he is good at painting and has superhuman functions. He has a strong memory and can ride a horse to watch the stele. He has a ten-way look at him. However, his family is poor and he is almost thirty years old. He still has no talent. Due to his life, he set up a painting stall on the market and temporarily makes a living. One day in spring, he waited for the guests until the afternoon. He held his cheek and closed his eyes to the table, bathed in spring, and was drowsy. Suddenly, he heard howls. He looked at him with sleepy eyes and saw a man wearing a filial piety robe and white cloth on his head, crying. After asking, he found that the father of this man went to the painting stall yesterday and asked Yan Qiu to take a portrait of him. However, because of an urgent matter, he quickly returned to the next day. When he returned home unexpectedly, he encountered a car accident on the way and was sent to his home. He was dying. His father's last words asked his son to ask Yan Qiu to paint his portrait of him to sacrifice him.

Hearing the wailing, the crowd surrounded him and looked at him, knowing the reason. Some people said, "Why can you draw a painting after you have returned to heaven? Could it be that this gentleman really did it without forgetting it?" Some people said, "Sir, don't be serious, just draw a blessing at will, and hang it in the hall for sacrifice, and no one is angry with him."

According to local customs, the ancestors passed away, and later generations wanted to remember them. They looked for the painter to paint portraits of their ancestors. Whether the portrait is true or not, they only seek good luck. Yan Qiu frowned, closed his eyes silently, thought for a long time, spread paper and grind ink, and painted them. With just a few strokes, the portrait of the filial son's father appeared on the paper. The filial son was surprised and praised, "It's like this! My father's appearance is very similar!"

Since then, Yan Qiu has become very famous, and many people come to see his portraits. He rented an old house in the capital, and people come to see his portraits every day, and there are endless people. One day and night in the summer, he suddenly heard a knock on the door, claiming that he would seek his portraits. When he came in the middle of the night, there must be something urgent. He got out of bed and opened the door quickly. However, he didn't know who came from the Qing Dynasty. He felt that his eyes were black and he was wrapped in a sack. He was about to shout, but he was hit by a blow to his head and suddenly fell into a coma.

After a long time, Yan Qiu woke up. He opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on a luxurious gum and looking around the decorations inside the house. It was ancient and elegant. When he saw a man in gorgeous clothes, he sat in the backlight of his life. He was unable to see his face. Seeing Yan Qiu awaken, he stood up and said respectfully and politely, "Sir, I'm frightened, sorry, sorry." Yan Qiu thought that this man decided to be the owner of the mansion and stood up to return the tribute. Suddenly, two masked men rushed out from both sides of the bed and stopped Yan Qiu. Yan Qiu was angry and said, "Is this the official office here, what is my crime?" The master scolded the two great men: "You must not be unreasonable to Mr. Yan! Go back." The master laughed and said, "Mr. I'm wronged. This is my family.

At home, I specially invited Mr. Wen to come here to talk to him." Yan Qiu asked loudly, "What is this invitation? It's like arresting criminals!" The master laughed, raised his arms and clapped his hands to wave it. He saw a servant holding a tray and quickly entered the room, lifting the cloth on the plate, which was dazzling, and it was a plate of silver. The master said, "I'm asking Mr. Yan to come here, and there is something to ask for. If Mr. Yan is willing to help him, this hundred taels of silver will be deposited. If Mr. Wen is unwilling to help him, he should send him to suppress his shock. I will never be angry with him." Yan Qiu heard the guest's words, and stood up and bowed and said, "What I can say is as good as I can, and I will help him." The master laughed and said, "What Mr. Wen said is happy, happy!" Then he asked Yan Qiu to sit down and explain it in detail.

The owner's surname is Zhao Huang. His father Zhao Xu was the great-grandson of Emperor Gaozong Zhao Gou and King Fuyang. He had an old house that had been disrepaired for a long time and was abandoned and left uninhabited. Only an old servant guarded it in the courtyard.

On a thunderstorm day last year, the old servant saw a luminous painting reflected on the back of the shadow wall inside the gate. When the lightning flashed, the painting appeared and instantly disappeared. How strange! The old servant told the master that Zhao Huang sent someone to test it. As expected, the painting appeared in the time of thunder and lightning, it looked like a flower picture, but the painting was flashing and it was difficult to understand it.

I heard that Yan Qiu has the function of not forgetting the painting after reading it. In order to understand the true appearance of the painting, I sought it to be copied after reading it.

After Yan Qiu heard this, he pondered for a long time and said nothing. Zhao Huang waved his hand again. The servant knelt in front of him and asked Yan Qiu to accept it with a smile. Yan Qiu laughed and said, "I do not receive any meritorious rewards. I love paintings. I have already painted portraits for a living. I usually paint landscapes and flowers. Since the adults ask for it, I can paint it even if it is difficult for me to paint it." Zhao Huang said, "I ask you to go to the old house for a few days. When the thunderstorm day, you can show your skills. I will wait for the masterpiece of your master." He hurriedly ordered his subordinates to prepare a car and send Yan Qiu to the old house to wait for the day of completion.

Zhao Huang accompanied Yan Qiu on the carriage and left Zhao's mansion. The guards of the families on both sides of the car were guarding each other. Along the way, the doors and windows of the car were closed, making it difficult to see the scene outside the car. At first, I heard the voices outside the car, but then it became quiet, as if it was a remote place.

After walking for a long time, the car stopped and walked. Yan Qiu got out of the car. He saw that he was in front of a courtyard and looked around. There was no people. It was very remote. Zhao Huang called the old servant to guard the courtyard and gave him a few words. He said goodbye and returned. The old servant stepped forward, looked at Yan Qiu, pushed open the gate of the courtyard, and said respectfully, "Sir, please come in."

When Yan Qiu entered the door, the old servant then walked around the screen wall and saw that the yard was wide and wide. There were seven main rooms and five east and west wing rooms. Although the house was old, the doors, windows, beams and columns had fallen off, but they were tall and sensual. It can be seen that it was a mansion back then. The living room door in the main room was locked, and the old servant opened the lock and pushed the door to let Yan Qiu enter.

The old servant turned around and left. Yan Qiu stepped into the house. A damp and damp air came to his face. The tables and chairs in the living room were fully decorated, and landscape paintings were hung on the wall. When entering the east suite, the layout of the house was like a study room. There was a desk next to the window. The four treasures of the study room on the table were all top-quality. A wooden bed was placed against the wall, and there were also a single bedding and pillow in the curtain tent. A bookcase stood on the side of the bed, and there was no book inside, which was empty.

It was almost dusk, and the old servant entered the house again, carrying a bamboo basket with dinner water and several candles in the basket. He did not say a word and put it down. Yan Qiu sent him to the door. The old servant looked back and said, "I live in the south of the east wing room. If there is any place to take care of him, please call him." After walking a few steps, he sighed to himself, "Ah! Two painters have died in this room, and now they are here again. Is it auspicious or bad?"

Yan Qiu was stunned when he heard this. Why did the two painters die? Could it be that this house is haunted and frightened? When he saw the old servant opening the south side of the east wing, he was not suitable to ask. He stared at the wall of the shadow wall for a long time, and saw that the walls were more than meter high and wide, and the walls were painted red paint. When he looked at it, he looked at it carefully, but he did not see any abnormality. He calmed down and returned to the house to close the door. After dinner, he sat alone in a daze, and did not realize it was dark. Before coming, the master said that the screen wall only appeared on thunderstorms, and it flashed in a flash, so it was difficult for ordinary painters to copy it. Now he could only wait until the thunderstorms to know the reality.

Yan Qiu lights candles and holds the lamp, sits cross-legged on the bed, and recites scriptures silently to relieve his doubts. Since he comes, he will be at ease, and don’t worry about the rest. Life and death are destined to wait for him. He saw that it was too late, and the lights were turned off and fell asleep. The moonlight outside the window was like water, and he penetrated the window paper holes and shot into the house. The courtyard was lonely and silent, and he gradually fell asleep.

There was nothing to do all night, the next morning, the old servant brought breakfast, but he still didn't say much, so he put it down. After breakfast, Yan Qiu had nothing to do and wanted to go out and wander around. The old servant stopped him immediately, saying that the master had already established rules, and this was a forbidden place and could not walk around. If there was a visitor, he had to hold the master's waist card before he could enter. If the violation was made, he would be punished. Therefore, he was not allowed to go out and could only wait for him.

It was sunny and rainy for several days. One day, it was almost evening, Yan Qiu suddenly heard a rapid knock on the door. Who knocked on the door? Could it be that the old servant brought dinner? However, he never knocked on it quickly. Yan Qiu was confused and asked who outside the door. The other party did not answer, but still knocked on the door. He suddenly opened it. Seeing the sunset, a young man in white robe stood outside the door, standing tall with a handsome face, holding a small bag, nodding and smiling. Yan Qiu was at a loss, and the young man laughed and said, "Sir, okay

Do you enter?" Yan Qiu looked at the young actor and said, "I didn't care about it." He quickly walked into the house without waiting for each other to give in. He lifted his robe and sat down. He said with a smile, "Sir, I am so sad. I am a little prepared. Please drink it." After saying that, he opened the small bag, took out a small jar of wine from the bag, two wine glasses, and a lotus leaf wrapped meat, and placed it on the table. Yan Qiu had not smelled the smell of wine for several days and was drooling. He hurriedly held the wine jar and heard it carefully, saying, "Good wine, the best bamboo leaves are green!"

The young student poured the wine, and the two clinked glasses to drink. The young student said, "Sir, who do you know me?" Yan Qiu tilted his mouth and shook his head and said, "I was invited to draw here. Are you a man? Is it a ghost? It has nothing to do with me." The young student smiled and said, "Sir, it's really refreshing, it's refreshing! I told you straightforwardly, I'm..." Before he finished speaking, the old servant carried a basket into the house to deliver dinner, and answered, "This is my child, named Wan'er, naughty and childish. Mr. Wen is a master of painting skills. I came to see him." Wan'er continued, "Mr. Wen has the specialty of never forgetting his eyes. Now he is here to visit and seek knowledge. It's hard to fall asleep at night. Mr. Wen is a person who is elegant and happy. It's better to chat and spend time to seek happiness."

When the old servant came out of the house, Yan Qiu and Wan'er raised their glasses to drink. After a few drinks, Yan Qiu asked in the wine, "I heard that the old servant in the courtyard said that there were two painters who died one after another in this house. Can you hear it?" Wan'er was stunned and nodded. Yan Qiu asked again, "Do you know the cause of death?" Wan'er pondered and said, "I heard that the cause of death is unknown, and I still don't know it." Yan Qiu asked again, "Do you know, who is the old house in this old house?" Wan'er replied, "This house was originally the king of Fuyang, Zhao Xu, who has lived there, has been dead and has been idle for many years." He raised his glass and smiled and said, "Sir, don't mention this past, disturb the wine today, come, cheers!"

After talking, I realized that Wan'er was good at both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The two talked loudly and exchanged cups. When they were holding the lamp, a small jar of wine was exhausted. Wan'er said goodbye and said, "It's too late, I'm leaving, I'll meet again tomorrow." Yan Qiu sent the guest out of the house. Wan'er stepped lightly and left the door. Yan Qiu wanted to go out to see him far away. When the old servant saw it, he stepped forward and stopped and said, "Sir, please do not go out." Yan Qiu had no choice but to return helplessly.

The next day, Yan Qiu sat for a day, hoping that Wan'er would come again, but he was not seen until night. After another day, Wan'er was still in the future. Yan Qiu was irritated and restless, so he asked the old servant, who said, "I am guarding the courtyard here, and I will never leave him, so how can I know his fate?"

On the evening of the third day, the sky was gloomy and sultry. Yan Qiu opened the doors and windows, turned off the lights, and was lying on the bed and closed the tent to sleep. At this moment, he suddenly heard someone outside the door saying, "Brother Yan, I'm here." Hearing the sound of Wan'er, Yan Qiu hurriedly stood up to greet him, and saw that he brought wine and food to him. Yan Qiu was happy with Yan, and he had been eating vegetarian for three days, how could he be happy?

He hurriedly went back to the lamp and clear table to put a wine glass, and Yan Qiu and Wan'er drank it. However, Wan'er seemed to be restless and didn't speak much. He looked out from time to time. Yan Qiu asked him, and he said, "I saw that the dark clouds covered the moon tonight, the weather was stuffy, and maybe the thunderstorm was coming. Brother Yan can show off his skills and make a fortune." Yan Qiu said, "I have been waiting for the thunderstorm for a few days, and I want to see the shadow wall. What is the wonder? I have long been looking forward to it, and I wish I could make a living as soon as possible and leave this place for a smooth life."

Soon, the cool breeze whizzed to dispel the sultry heat, dark clouds pressed against the top, and a few muffled thunder and heavy rain poured down. Yan Qiu saw it and was overjoyed. The two hurriedly left the house to face the rain in front of the shadow wall. Under the lightning and thunder, they saw the shadow wall flashing. Yan Qiu looked carefully. The original picture of a plum blossom proud of the snow, and several plum blossoms bloomed in the falling snow. After a few lightning, the picture flashed continuously.

Before the thunderstorm was over, Yan Qiu returned to the house, went to the desk, spread paper and moved the lamp to paint it. Wan'er saw this, hurriedly grind the ink to help him. Yan Qiu thought a little, held the pen and dipped it in the ink, and it was completed in one stroke. Wan'er praised: "Brother Yan is famous, and the painting is really like a unique one, which is wonderful!" Yan Qiu smiled and said: "I can make a deal tomorrow, and I will leave here." Wan'er frequently nodded her head, raised her wine glass and said: "The great task is completed, I wish you a cup, I wish Brother Yan a fortune." Yan Qiu took the cup and drank it all.

Not long after, Yan Qiu felt dizzy and dizzy. He saw Wan'er's scroll in a daze. He held it in a hurry and left. He wanted to call him, but his mouth could not speak, as if he was glued. He struggled hard, holding the bed railing with his hand, and his eyes turned black, collapsed on the bed, and he didn't know anything about the people!

Yan Qiu was in a coma and was sleeping. As if he was confused and dreamy, he suddenly saw an old man with silver beard floating into the house. He asked: "Who are you?" The old man replied: "I am the old King of Fuyang Zhao Xu." Yan Qiu was a little clear at this time and knew that the old man was the father of Zhao Huang, and asked in surprise: "I heard that the king has passed away long ago, why is it here now?" Zhao Xu laughed and said: "I came here tonight and wanted to tell him the matter in detail."

Zhao Xu had two sons, the eldest son Zhao Huang and the second son Zhao Hui, and the second son Zhao Hui, the same half-brother. Zhao Huang was cruel by nature, treacherous, disobedient and unfilial. Zhao Hui was gentle by nature, loyal, and was a filial son. Zhao Xu was disgusted with the eldest son's love for the second son, and wanted to pass on the throne and family property to Zhao Hui. However, the inheritance power of Song Rules was the system of the eldest son, and the throne should be inherited by the eldest son. He had no choice but to depose the eldest son and be appointed as the youngest son and be condemned by the court.

The old Fuyang King became depressed and suffered from tuberculosis and was afraid of contaminating his family. At this point, the old house was recuperating. Zhao Huang hated his father for his love for his young things, so he took the opportunity to order his subordinates to surround the old house and did not allow his father to leave the house. He called his father a quiet place, but in fact he was placed under house arrest. The old Fuyang King knew that his eldest son had ulterior motives, so he gritted his teeth and hated him. He hid the king's seal and let his rebellious son have no king's seal and his name was not worthy of his position, and wanted to get the second son to get it.

Zhao Xu loved painting and often painted landscapes, flowers and plants. He suddenly had a strange idea and wanted to paint a painting. The words hidden in the painting were to show where the king's seal was hidden. He then held a pen to paint a picture of plum blossoms and snow on the inside of the screen wall, and hid a will to show it. After the painting, he felt that it was inappropriate, and he was afraid that the unruly son would see it, so he painted red paint to cover it.

After Zhao Xu died, the old servant was in the thunderstorm, under the lightning, and occasionally saw pictures reflected on the screen wall, which was very different. Why is this? Because the red paint contains magnetic powder, under the lightning, this special factor makes the red paint shine magnetically and reflect the pictures.

The old servant told him to the master, but Zhao Huang heard it and thought about it carefully: Could it be that the reflection contains mystery? Although I succeeded to the throne of King Fuyang, my father did not pass on the king's seal before his death. I tried my best to find it but failed. My father loved Danqing during his lifetime, and perhaps he would hide it in a painting to show it.

In order to solve the consequences, last summer, Zhao Huang hired two painters to copy the picture on paper, but the painting was reflected in the lightning, and it disappeared instantly. The two painters were powerless and wanted to retreat without any effort. Zhao Huang was afraid that the two painters would leak the secrets, so he killed them to silence them, which shows that they were extremely cruel and cruel!

After Yan Qiu heard this, he was mostly confused, but he still asked, "I have achieved success, why did Wan'er steal the painting?" Zhao Xu laughed and said, "I tell you that Wan'er is not a man, not the son of the old servant. He is named Wan, and is the only daughter of my second son and my grandson. After my death, my second son Zhao Hui also wanted to know the whereabouts of Wang Yin, and he also sent someone to inquire. He learned that the two painters died because of a bad fate. Now that he learned that he had hired you again, he ordered his daughter Zhao Wan to disguise himself as a man to investigate him secretly. He drank with you and wanted to have an opportunity to start. Now, he succeeded and stole the painting and fled.

, I am afraid that you will be killed again and want to save your life. The old servant came into the house tomorrow morning and decided to explain the reason in detail. I told you that the old servant was named Zhao Zhong, who was my housekeeper back then. He knew everything about the inside story and was loyal to me. He hated the evil son and secretly protected Zhao Hui. Because of his old age, he was sent by the rebellious son to guard the house. He was a good person." Yan Qiu asked again, "What words are hidden in the film?" Zhao Xu laughed and said, "I heard that you have the function of not forgetting everything, can you draw it again?" Yan Qiu said, "What is the difficulty? Please see him."

After Yan Qiu finished speaking, he spread the paper and dipped the pen in ink, and then it was done again. When Zhao Xu saw it, he praised it and pointed out that he said, "If you look closely, there are hidden words in the plum blossoms and branches in the painting, that is, the cross of the second son Zhao Hui, who was buried in the well." Yan Qiu looked at it carefully, and after this, he clapped his hands and cried out. Zhao Xu also said, "The unspoken son Zhao Huang talked and the sword in his mouth. The words he said were so loud, but in fact they had murderous intentions. His bloodthirsty nature was extremely cruel."

Yan Qiu was afraid and asked him, "Please save me, how can I escape?" Zhao Xu comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I bless you, and be at ease. I have told the King of Hell about Zhao Huang's evil deeds. The King of Hell ordered me to inform him here tonight. Zhao Huang's orders have reached the deadline. Tomorrow, you can present the painting and tell the hidden characters in the painting. If he is determined to come and take the seal in the well, then he will come and never return!" After saying that, he suddenly heard the sound of the rooster crowing in the morning, and there was no trace for a moment.

Yan Qiu seemed to wake up, and saw the white belly of the fish in the east. His sleepy eyes were rubbed. He saw that there was a painting he had just painted on the desk. It was like a dream and a illusion, which was very different.

It was dawn, and the old servant Zhao Zhong entered the house. Without waiting for Yan Qiu to say something, he knelt down and said, "Wan'er's actions last night were helpless. In fact, to save the teacher, the teacher didn't know that Zhao Huang was a murderer. The first two painters were killed by his hands. Wan'er was afraid that the master's painting was done, so Zhao Huang took off the mourn and killed the donkey, so he secretly fled the painting. "Yan Qiu said calmly, "Wan'er is stupid. Since I can draw the first picture, I can also draw it again. Old housekeeper, please rest assured. Please go to Zhao's house to tell me that I have achieved success. Please ask King Fuyang to send someone to take it. I will tell you the mystery in the painting that he can take the seal of the king." The old servant was stunned when he heard this, thinking: How can I know that I am an old servant? He is not afraid at all. Could it be that he is blessed by God? He still advised, "Please run away quickly. If Zhao Huang surrenders the crime, what are the crimes? I will bear it all." Yan Qiu was persistent, and he was protected by Zhao Xu in secret, and was calm and composed.

When Zhao Huang heard that Yan Qiu was finished, he was overjoyed and led all the servants to the old house. Yan Qiu showed his paintings and described all the words hidden in the paintings. Zhao Huang was overjoyed. There was a well behind the old house, so he ordered his subordinates to find it. The servants dug it into the dry well, but they did not see anything at the bottom of the well. They also dig the well with a shovel, but they dug it several feet deep at the bottom of the well, but there was still no Wang Yin. Zhao Huang was anxious and went down the well to watch it himself. Unexpectedly, the earth in the well collapsed and buried it with a loud bang. Everyone was digging the soil for emergency treatment, but it was too late, and Zhao Huang had already died!

Zhao Huang died, Zhao Hui took his daughter to the old house to pay homage to Yan Qiu. When he saw Zhao Wan returning to her daughter, wearing a white shirt and flower skirt, with beautiful hair tied high, pink face and peach cheeks, a beautiful woman. When the father and daughter entered the house, Zhao Wan first apologized for the gift, and then showed her painting for advice. Yan Qiu told her. Zhao Wan suspected, "The hidden words in the painting are now clear, but she dug several feet deep at the bottom of the well and still no royal seal is seen. Why is it?" Yan Qiu also couldn't explain it. When Zhao Xu showed his spirit, he did not ask clearly, and he thought about it all.

Unsolved, he said in confusion: "How can there be any jokes about the will of the old Fuyang King? Maybe it is buried in another well, so you can find it again." His words made Zhao Wan suddenly realize it. Zhao Wan's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands to infer: "The grandfather's will did not say it. The king's seal was hidden in the well, and only said that the seal was buried in the well, so how can the water be buried? The old man was old and weak, so how could he dig the bottom of the well and buried it? The courtyard in the courtyard is also called a well. The seal may be buried in the courtyard. Take the center point and dig it immediately!"

As expected, the crowd dug out the king's seal in the courtyard. Zhao Hui was overjoyed and immediately Xuan's father made a will to the crowd to inherit the throne.

Yan Qiu's great achievements were completed and wanted to say goodbye, how could Zhao Hui give up his return? He asked happily: "I saw that Wan'er admired your talent and wanted to give it to you. I also intended to ask for it. Do you want it?" Yan Qiu had already been affectionate with Zhao Wan and could not get it, so he immediately kowtowed and responded.

On the night of Yan Qiu's wedding night, the old butler Zhao Zhong sighed and said, "Born good talents must be useful, and when they stand out, this is the law of heaven."
Chapter completed!