"Your son is a homosexual!" Mrs. Hu couldn't bear to hear these words anymore. She cursed at anyone she caught. "If you dare to slander him again, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
"If that really didn't happen, how could the artist paint it so carefully?" the man said disdainfully. "And the person in the painting does look about 50% like your son."
"That's right, so many scholars have seen it, could it be that they are all lying..."
"You're not allowed to talk about what you did..."
"What? The person in the painting is Shi Han?" Rong Baichuan picked up the album in disbelief.
After a closer look, "They really look alike!"
Rong Baichuan looked horrified, and then curiously flipped through a few pictures, his eyes widening.
"Oh my God! Shihan is that kind of person? He plays too extravagantly..." I couldn't help but sigh.
There were some moves he hadn't even thought of...
He looked at the album, then at Mrs. Hu, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Qin Nanjing, who was still watching from the carriage, saw this and held her forehead in silence.
"Abai, go and deal with it quickly, your father is going to run away again."
Judging from his expression, he would probably persuade Mrs. Hu to accept the fact that her son was gay.
"No, no, no..." Hu was startled by his startled appearance and rushed forward to snatch the album and tear it to pieces.
"This is your slander. It's Rong Yubai who is defaming him!"
Her eyes were bloodshot and she crushed the scraps of paper on the ground with the soles of her shoes.
"Second Aunt, you said that I asked someone to draw this. Do you have any evidence?" Rong Yubai walked out of the crowd and asked calmly.
"What evidence do you need? My words are the evidence!" Hu argued, "Rong Yubai, don't think I don't know what you've been doing behind my back!"
"You hired someone to target and suppress the shop of the Marquis' Mansion, and then you persecuted the harvest of the farm."
"Han'er is about to become the heir of the Marquisate, and you can't bear to see him prosper, so you want to use this to ruin him!"
"You've never been a good person since you were little. You hired someone to bully your cousin, and now you're resorting to such despicable tactics!"
Rong Yubai laughed sarcastically, "So you've been blaming me for all the injustices he's suffered since he was little. No wonder..."
No wonder they drugged him, it turned out that they had been holding a grudge against him for a long time.
Ever since Rong Yubai learned to read, his talent has surpassed Rong Shihan.
In school, teachers and classmates would compare them.
He knew a little about the humiliation Rong Shihan had suffered and had warned those people.
It turned out that he was the one who hired someone to bully him.
Rong Yubai looked up at Hu, his eyes cold.
"Since Second Aunt has determined that I was responsible for this, let's get to the bottom of it."
Then he ordered Song and his men to find the painter.
It would take some time to wait for people. Rong Baichuan was bored standing there, so he asked people to bring out some tables and chairs, and asked several food stalls on the street to make some snacks, so that everyone could eat while waiting.
Anyway, since it was like this, he ordered someone to go to the restaurant and pack up a few pots of "stewed goose".
The banquet was set up directly on the street.
"Everyone, eat as much as you can. Today is my eldest daughter's wedding day. This meal is on my behalf."
"Congratulations, General Rong, congratulations, Miss Rong..."
"General Rong is mighty and dignified..."
The streets were filled with joy, and everyone's faces looked as happy as if it were the New Year.
The whole street was filled with the aroma of meat.
It attracted many children from nearby.
The happiest one among them was Rong Chaoxi. He had just had a big meal at noon and could have another big meal in the evening.
She ran back and forth between the stalls, determined to get the first one.
"Chaoxi Chaoxi..." Di Beibei walked over from halfway across the street. "What are you doing? Why are you setting up a banquet outside?"
Rong Chaoxi shared the big meat bun with her, shook his head, and said, "I don't know, maybe my second aunt likes the hustle and bustle."
Di Beibei's face was full of confusion.
What does holding a banquet on the street have to do with her second aunt?
The sky gradually darkened and a chill came over us.
Qin Nanjing ordered people to light some braziers for warmth.
The 'stewed goose' was just served, and everyone started eating it without hesitation while it was still hot.
Half an hour later, a group of police officers came to the street.
When people approached, Rong Yubai called out to Hu and others who were sitting on the steps wiping their noses.
"Second Aunt, the painter has been brought here. The Dali Temple Shaoqing is here. If you say we are a family, he will protect us."
"We contacted Lord Chen, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture. He was involved in the entire search process."
Lord Chen wiped the sweat off his face and bowed to everyone.
There are banquets and trials, what exactly does the General’s Mansion do?
Rong Yubai continued, "Master Chen, Master Jiang, please review this case together."
"No need to interrogate, no need to interrogate..." Before they could ask, the painter confessed.
When the officer came to him with the picture album, he knew the reason.
“I’ve had clients pay me to paint a few intimate paintings and then throw them away.”
"I only took the money for the paintings, not the albums. I followed the customer's instructions and found a few teahouses and taverns to drop them off. Shouldn't that be illegal?"
He carefully looked at Jiang Lingyu, whose face was gloomy.
"As long as you tell the truth, you will not be punished." Jiang Lingyu said.
Dongwu has no such laws regarding the free distribution of obscene paintings.
After receiving the approval, the painter relaxed and said boldly:
"Five days ago in the evening, someone came to me and asked me to go to the Dalu room in the backyard of Hanqin Pavilion the next day and record in detail what happened in the Huangzhong room next door."
"In our line of work, the client doesn't need to tell me. I already know from the arrangement that they're going to depict the sexual intercourse between the man and woman in that room."
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