Wan Ming pulled her to the middle wall between the bedroom and the bathroom and said, "The main sewer pipe is buried in this wall. It should have a sound insulation effect according to the thickness of the wall. However," he pointed to the top, "Obviously, this family has chiseled the entire wall, and the sound is transmitted from the main sewer pipe to the downstairs. Therefore, when lying on the bed, I heard someone talking in the bathroom - if you don't believe me, go up and knock on the door now, there will be a man and a woman inside."

"Well..." Sheng Yiyi was half-believing and half-doubting, "Is that true?"

He laughed in silence: "I can hear Xuncheng's accent. Can ghosts speak dialects? Otherwise, I will definitely have some family matters..."

As he said that, he lay down and turned to listen for a while, laughed and said, "The man is talking again - take off his pants..."

Sheng Yiyi's pretty face turned red and she said, "This... I'll say so..."

Before she finished speaking, two middle-aged men with serious expressions and no anger appeared behind her and pointed at Wan Ming and asked sternly:

"What are you doing in someone's lesbian bed? Why are you calling someone's slap?"

Almost at the same time, the flash lights lit up twice in a row!

——It turned out to be a secret investigation team of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection who inspected the duty of provincial government officials at night. When I entered the house just now, I deliberately opened the door for the melon field. Unexpectedly, I came in at this time and heard these two sentences again!

Wan Ming was experienced in the officialdom and immediately knew that something was wrong. He jumped out of bed like a spring and said urgently:

"I did nothing, I was innocent, she called me to come..."

"I told you to lie on the bed and let her have sex?" The staff member of the Discipline Inspection Commission said coldly.

"It's not like this..."

Wan Ming was sweating all over his body and his tongue was knotted, realizing that he was caught in a whirlpool that was difficult to explain!

Chi Zheng said this vividly and everyone burst into laughter. Hang Jing deliberately helped to extend the topic:

"But Wan** also explained that the first call record shows that Sheng Yiyi called actively; secondly, he should be able to hear someone talking while lying on the bed; thirdly, if you don't help, you can check it upstairs, Secretary-General Chi said, right?"

Chi Zheng smiled and said, "Under normal circumstances, it can prove his innocence, but this matter is really a ghost for Lao Wan! Comrades in the Discipline Inspection Commission will definitely not be able to lie on Sheng Yiyi's bed, which is one of them; secondly, they went upstairs to find the house to verify, but the hostess refused to open the door, and emphasized that her husband was alone at home when he was on a business trip, and firmly denied that there was a man talking in the bathroom a few minutes ago!"

"Ah, that woman is at home!"

Everyone present has experienced many battles and has rich social experience. I immediately heard the crux of the problem. Niu Dengbo shook his head and sighed:

"Lao Wan is in trouble. In order to ensure his reputation, the woman cannot admit that there is a man at home, nor can she admit that the man calls her a son in the bathroom. But in this way, the reason for Lao Wan to lie on Sheng Yiyi's bed does not exist. Alas, hey, it's really a lucky encounter."

Chief Xuanyuan summarized this topic: "In short, women's beds cannot be sleepy, no matter what the reason is! It's better to drink more wine at night and snore on your own bed, and be safe - come, let's dry this pot of wine!"

This turning point was a bit big. After everyone was shocked, they had to grit their teeth and kill the wine in the pot. After drinking this part, they suddenly had a bit lethality.

The host and the guest returned home with great pleasure.

When Bai Yu went out, he almost tripped under his feet. Hang Jing held him from behind and smiled and said, "Secretary Bai is a little drunk. I'll take you back to the hotel."

Bai Yu was about to refuse, but suddenly felt that Hang Jing had tried harder again and changed his words:

"Okay, don't stop sleeping on a woman's bed in a daze, and you can't explain it clearly even if you haven't done it."

Leader Xuanyuan, Niu Dengbo and others laughed. After shaking hands one by one, Hang Jing got into Bai Yu's car. After getting on the car, he was speechless. He drove out several streets and turned on the overpass and drove for twenty minutes. Hang Jing suddenly said:

"It's still early, how about going to my house for some tea?"

"Okay, the guest will follow the host." Bai Yu smiled, guessing that there must be something important tonight in Hang Jing.

Hang Jing lives in the dormitory compound of the southern security area in the city. Guards stand guards on both front and back gates, and the housing standards for enjoying the rank of major general are not as good as those of local department-level leaders.

"Chief Xuanyuan lives here too?" Bai Yu asked before getting in the car, thinking that it would be embarrassing if Chief Xuanyuan saw it face to face.

"No, the alert level in the place where he lives is higher." Hang Jing said concisely, not revealing the specific location.

After entering the door, the lights were on in the living room. Through the entrance hall, I saw a person sitting on the sofa. However, Hang Jing did not introduce him but pulled Bai Yu straight to the second floor. The coffee table in the sun room was filled with boiled strong tea and honey water.

"Don't let the wine go first."

Hang Jing is a soldier who is straightforward and takes the lead and pours a full cup and drinks it all. Then he wipes his face with the prepared hot towel, and the strong alcoholic spirit fades a lot.

"Okay, brother should always untie the gourd at this moment," Bai Yu smiled, "I've been suffocating me all the way."

"Show me something."

Hang Jing quickly walked into the study and took out a scroll. He first wiped the floor tiles with a rag, and then carefully spread the scroll on the ground.

This is a painting of ink painting in the middle hall. There is a mountain, a stream, and a man wearing a hat sitting in the pavilion with a fishing rod in his hand. The painting is only a few strokes, the tones are cold and distant, and the artistic conception is vast and quiet, making people feel a sad and lonely atmosphere. There is a line of words on the left: Looking for a hermit will not meet.

Bai Yu turned around and turned around, thinking about it and said to himself: "The winter of the Yimao year of the Ming Dynasty, oh, it's not right. The paper is clearly the jade version of Xuan in the mid-Qing Dynasty, and the ink is also the pine and smoke ink from Fangdefang, Huizhou in the Qing Dynasty. This, this... this is a fake work by later generations..."

"Good eyesight," Hang Jing said in a deep voice, "because the original painting was old and decayed and damaged by insects, the collector asked a master to copy this painting during the Kangxi period. In the early years of the folk, the paper turned yellow and the left and right corners were also damaged. He also asked someone to copy it on this basis. However, his talent and level were not as good as before. As for the original painting, it was burned during the *** period, hello, I won't mention it."

"The Qing Dynasty's copy, value..."

Bai Yu subconsciously said a little and stopped, thinking, thinking how he would take a few thousand yuan paintings seriously as Hang Jing, let alone invite them to his home after drinking.

Hang Jing asked, "How do you interpret this painting?"

"Interpretation?" Bai Yu was stunned, "then you must see the original image information. After all, copying is copying. You cannot see the author's momentum, temperament, emotions, etc., the charm and layout of calligraphy and painting."

Hang Jing gave a thumbs up and said, "Secretary Bai's words show how profound the knowledge of antique appreciation is, and I admire it."

"Hey, brother, are you testing me tonight for the test questions?" Bai Yu said with a smile.

Hang Jing said: "Wait a minute, I will invite the owner of the original painting to report to Secretary Bai..."

Soon there was a graceful young woman with a rich face on her face and her eyes met. Bai Yu said in a lost voice:

"You...you are..."

It turned out to be the woman who was so angry that Yue Seoul left the night of the registration, but he recklessly knocked on the door on the grounds that "human life is at stake"!

"I was rejected last time, and I'm here again tonight." She smiled calmly, but she had a soft and soft Hong Kong and Taiwan accent, a very sweet and soft feeling.

Hang Jing knew it clearly and said calmly: "Let me introduce it, this is Bai Yu, secretary of the Hulong Municipal Party Committee; this is Bai Ziwei, the boss of Xuncheng Yuexianlou."

"Does Mr. Bai know our Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission, Bai Yanxia?" Bai Yu took the initiative to move forward and shake hands to make up for the coldness he was rejected last time.

But just talking about the matter, in that case his handling cannot be considered rude or offensive. All smart people present have some things that need not be said.

Bai Ziwei and Hang Jing looked at each other and said, "She is my cousin... Where did Secretary Bai find it? As far as I know, it is absolutely impossible for my cousin to reveal his relationship with me!"

Bai Yu smiled and said, "This painting is related to what Mr. Bai wants to reflect?"

Being impressed by his jumping thinking, Bai Ziwei was stunned for a while and said, "The king of the fallen country in Chinese history has always been talented. Chen Houzhu wrote the famous line "A river of spring water flows eastward". Song Huizong Zhao Ji's attainments in music and calligraphy were even more outstanding. In his early years, he learned from Xue Ji and Huang Tingjian, and joined Chu Suiliang's masters to form his own style. He was known as the "slim gold style". His pen tip ended with a hook, vertical stroke ended with dots, strokes like daggers, strokes like cutters, vertical hooks were thin and long, free and easy, refreshing, and cheerful."

"Oh, I didn't notice that the characters on this painting are also 'skinny gold-like'. Although they can't reach the level of Song Huizong, they are very similar." Bai Yu said.

Bai Ziwei said: "After the Song Dynasty, there are many famous calligraphers who imitated the 'slim gold body', as many as the crucian carp in the river, but there is only one person who writes the most similar one, and he is Emperor Jianwen." She used her fingers to paint on the paintings for a few times. "He has had a special interest in calligraphy and painting since he was a child. He practiced diligently without embellishment and made great progress. He has reached the state of perfection in more than 20 years. You see, his words are thin, straight and upright, and his couplets are like a wandering silk and empty, and Secretary Bai said that he has deeply grasped the essence of 'slim gold body'."

Bai Yu took a deep breath: "The Emperor Jianwen who was driven away by Zhu Di? Oh, I don't know that he is also good at 'slim gold body', so the original painting is actually the original work of Emperor Jianwen?"

"The unique authentic works of Emperor Jianwen so far!" Bai Ziwei was sad and sad. "It's a pity that his ancestors had no virtue. The Bai family failed to preserve this lonely work of Emperor Jianwen, otherwise its artistic value and historical value would be simply......"

After staring at the painting for a long time, Bai Yu said, "I was wondering just now why the signature was only the year and the year number was not written, because Emperor Jianwen did not recognize Zhu Di and his heir's throne in his heart. But..."

I wonder what your relationship with Hang Jing is? What do you want to call me to the evening?

Hang Jing patted Bai Yu and laughed: "This matter is really a long story. Sit down and chat slowly! The long night is long and making tea and heart-to-heart talks, isn't it beautiful?"

"Okay, General Hang is so elegant that he is influenced by ancient paintings," Bai Yu's eyes deliberately slapped them on the faces, saying, "Is it the old customer of Yuexianlou?"

This is what it means to eat when you look at the food.

No matter what Bai Ziwei wants, whether to do it or not, the key to what extent she will depend on her relationship with Hang Jing. If it is just the owner and the customer of the antique shop, Hang Jing is just not worthy of face, then tonight it will only be a drink of tea and chat.
Chapter completed!