Xie Huizhou had no idea how many households Xie Wangqiu had confiscated the property of lately.
His paintings filled the entire palace, one every three steps, like layer upon layer of gauze curtains. No one knew who stood behind them or who might charge out to kill.
It was like a maze full of hidden dangers.
If Xie Huizhou had not known that Xie Wangqiu had no idea of the Spring Studio Hermit's true identity, he would have thought his cover had been blown.
Zhang Lanhe poked his snake head out to observe in secret and began competing indignantly. [Zhouzhou, I have a basement too, with even more of your paintings than this!]
These paintings were only the tip of the iceberg.
Zhang Lanhe had secretly collected even more of Xie Huizhou's old paintings and treasured them dearly.
While Xie Huizhou was away at Guanjun Mountain, Zhang Lanhe, missing his wife, would run down to the basement from time to time to gaze at the paintings and think of him, occasionally voicing his praise.
He loved Xie Huizhou's paintings so much. They always struck him to the core.
Xie Huizhou: "..."
Why did that sound a little perverted? Perhaps it was just a quirk of art lovers.
There were not many people at the Painting Appreciation Banquet. They stood before the paintings, viewing and commenting on them.
"As expected of the Spring Studio Hermit. Not only are his erotic paintings excellent, his landscapes are unrivaled!"
"Why have I never seen Mr. Chunzhai's landscapes before? You've been keeping them from me!"
"Too refined. I still want to see something a little vulgar. I'm rather disappointed."
"It's an art appreciation gathering hosted by His Majesty. We can hardly all look at erotic paintings together, can we?"
Xie Huizhou walked through the