Qing Dynasty, capital.

Pei Ruochen reaches for the white dove and takes the little roll of paper off the white dove's leg and opens it. His face sinks slightly. Feng Hua looks at him. "Why, what's the matter with you?"

"it's nothing, it's just that your wife is going to be upset!"

Feng Hua is stunned, "what do you mean?"

"those paintings Stolen! "

ah! Phoenix and birch are stupid and stupid. Are they stolen? How? "Are you kidding?" Pei Ruochen threw the letter paper to him. After seeing it, Fenghua stared at Pei Ruochen, "no, your guard is so bad. There is no clue about the theft in your...