After Zhao An left the palace, he came to the restaurant all the way.
Luo Sheng was settling accounts at the front desk. When he saw a strange guest, he immediately came to greet him. Zhao An showed his waist card. The former's expression suddenly changed after taking one look at him, "It turns out to be the factory supervisor."
"I want to see Miss Luo."
"Master Zhao and my sister know each other?" Luo Sheng suddenly became alert.
Zhao An didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he hugged his shoulders and teased: "I am Zhou Huang."
"week……"
Luo Sheng almost bit his tongue and his eyes wanted to pop out.
He couldn't imagine that the world-famous Mr. Zhou was actually the eunuch pretending to be the harem.
Zhao An shrugged indifferently. Anyway, he was not afraid of revealing his identity, because Luo Qingshuang knew it, so there was no need to continue to hide it.
Finally, Luo Sheng took Zhao An upstairs, knocked on the door of Luo Xiaoxiao's room, and then retreated downstairs in a sensible manner.
It seemed that he was somewhat in awe of the notorious factory governor.
"Who?"
Luo Xiaoxiao opened the door while rubbing her sleepy eyes. She had dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept well.
Before she could speak, Zhao An revealed his identity.
Sure enough, she and Luo Sheng had similar reactions, dragging him into the room with admiration in his big eyes.
Both identities have become famous all over the world, which is unprecedented and unprecedented.
Zhao An was not in the mood to waste time on this matter, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't tell me, you also have nightmares."
"Ah, Master, you can pinch and calculate."
Luo Xiaoxiao lay down at the table, yawned, and spoke briefly.
Zhao An listened silently, lifted up his sleeves, and saw goosebumps covering his arms.
Oh shit!
Could it be that this world is really haunted?
No way...
Even if one has a nightmare, two or three of them are the same dream. What do they mean?
Zhao An suddenly felt hairs on his back, and he always felt that there was a pair of invisible eyes staring at him maliciously, feeling inexplicably depressed.
He simply shook his head and put the terrifying thoughts behind him, and then talked to Luo Xiaoxiao about the aristocratic family.
Duke Chen Guogong is dead, and no one can suppress the family anymore, so we must find some connections and find a big shot to calm things down.
Luo Xiaoxiao said angrily: "I am just an ordinary person, where can I find big shots?"
Pretend, keep pretending, see how long she can pretend.
Anyway, this time I came here to remind her to do it quickly, otherwise the family would jump over the wall in a hurry and make the next move at any time. Don't be hacked to death without knowing what happened.
"How dare they!" Luo Xiaoxiao slapped the table and became as angry as a bull.
"Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents."
"Hmph, I'll take care of it."
Luo Xiaoxiao curled her lips and seemed to have some concerns.
In this case, Zhao An didn't want to stay here any longer. He was about to leave, but suddenly the corner of his eye glanced at a painting hanging on the wall behind her dressing table. Zhao An's hair almost stood on end.
Charcoal sketch!
Zhao An hurried over and took a closer look. In the painting, there was a noble lady sitting in a stone pavilion. She behaved in a everyone's style, and even gave people an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
What's outrageous is that I have never painted this painting.
"Where did this painting come from?" Zhao An asked seriously, and Luo Xiaoxiao asked suspiciously: "What's weird? This was obviously painted by you, but I paid a high price for it."
"Nonsense, when did I draw this?"
Zhao An remembered that when he was dealing with the Liu family that day, he only drew a public sketch once in Cuilan Garden, and most of the time he was in the hall, auctioning Xu Ruqing's sketches, and the painting in front of him was in the pavilion, and he didn't recognize it. The person in the painting.
"Here, you see for yourself."
Luo Xiaoxiao pointed to the corner of the scroll, where there was a seal.
Taking a closer look, there is a faint red ink pad with small characters printed on it, Zhao An.
"What the hell..." Zhao An felt like he was struck by lightning.
This joke is not funny at all!
"Who are you kidding? Apart from you, who else in the world can draw with charcoal? But the woman in the painting looks like you, so I bought it." Luo Xiaoxiao argued angrily.
Zhao An couldn't listen to a word at this moment, and only this picture remained in his eyes. The woman in the trance picture seemed to be alive, waving gently, and her vivid face was full of love and tenderness.
"Hey, hey!"
A call came to my ears.
Zhao An suddenly came back to his senses, and then stared blankly at Luo Xiaoxiao, who was waving in front of him.
"I said, why are you so dazed? You don't even recognize your own painting, do you?"
"I don't know, I'm a little confused."
Zhao An staggered back to the table and rubbed his eyes desperately. He felt the trigeminal nerve tingling unbearably, as if he was about to grow a brain, and as if the memory of the original owner was surging.
I caught something in a daze, but unfortunately my heart felt empty and panicked. It was like a person falling into a whirlpool in the sea, randomly grabbing for life-saving things, but couldn't catch anything!
"Master, your face looks so ugly, what's wrong?" Luo Xiaoxiao came forward to look at you suspiciously.
Zhao An took a deep breath, "Who did you buy this painting from, and how much did it cost?"
Luo Xiaoxiao raised a finger, "One thousand taels, as for who bought it from, I forgot..."
"You can forget this kind of thing? Are you a pig with a brain!"
Zhao An was a little angry.
Luo Xiaoxiao said aggrievedly: "Master, why are you still swearing! Are you drunk? It's just a painting. If you want it, I'll give it back to you."
With that said, she ran over and took off the scroll, then angrily stuffed it into Zhao An's arms.
Zhao An realized that he had lost his temper, said a bitter apology, and then hurriedly left with the painting.
"Hey, you haven't given me the money yet! One thousand taels!"
"talk about it later."
Zhao An only has one idea now, go to the Danqing Museum to find Bai Yuchang!
The carriage drove quickly, and after a while it arrived outside the Painting Museum. At first glance, it looked extremely deserted.
Zhao An didn't have time to find someone to pass the message, so he rushed in.
There was no servant in the museum, but Bai Yuchang was sitting at the table with his back to the door, seeming to be painting, very focused.
Zhao An strode over and held his shoulders, "Brother, please help me identify the age of this painting."
Before he finished speaking, Bai Yuchang's body fell down.
he died.
There was a knife stuck in his heart, which was almost gouged out, and his clothes were dyed red with blood.
Zhao An was so shocked that he sat on the ground in disbelief.
Bai Yuchang seemed to have just been killed, and the blood had not yet solidified. There was a familiar charcoal sketch in front of him.
Tianshuiyuan's carriage pulled a familiar coffin, with the number 6 written on it.
"Who, who is it?"
Zhao An was shocked and angry, looking around the entire painting hall.
It was quiet everywhere, no one responded, and the atmosphere was indescribably weird and depressing.
Since Zhao An traveled through time, he has killed people, fought with people, and even seen big winds and waves. However, at this moment, he feels unprecedented fear, as if his every move is controlled by someone, or has been arranged. .
