Yang Fei said with a smile: "In this Tang Bohu's tiger picture, there won't be a story of a treasure map, right?"

Fu Heng laughed and said: "The boss said that he laughed, how can there be so many treasure maps in this world? ”

Yang Fei's heart moved: "Old Fu, presumably you are also proficient in the method of finding dragon points, right?"

Fu Heng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, but this kind of ability is generally not used." ”

Yang Fei saw that he didn't finish his words, so he knew that there was still a chance in this matter.

It's just that Yang Fei can't dig other people's graves for no reason.

If it is said that it is to collect antiques, with his current value, it is the same to buy it at auction, digging people's graves is an unsightly behavior after all, and it is despised.

Fu Heng said: "About Tang Bohu's tiger picture, there is a story in the middle. ”

Yang Fei said: "I want to hear about it." ”

Fu Heng said: "Tang Bohu was famous all over the world at that time, and it was difficult to find a painting. There is a rich and noble family in the south of the Yangtze River, and they want to ask him to paint a tiger down the mountain and hang it in the middle hall to town feng shui. ”

Yang Fei said: "There is still such a statement?"

Fu Heng said: "Tigers are generally not hung up, if you want to hang them, you must be particular." The rich man bid 100 gold for the painting, but Tang Bohu just refused to agree. ”

Yang Fei said with a smile: "Tang Bohu's family is honest and honest, and he is a master who is not short of money. Whatever painting he wants to paint, it is all based on his temperament, and he will not bend his waist for a hundred gold. ”

Fu Heng said: "That's exactly the reason. Tang Bohu is not only a literati, but also an artist, and the first of the four great talents in Jiangnan, he also has the ability to be proud. The rich man had a young lady in his family, who was very good-looking and literate. She heard that her father wanted to ask for Tang Bohu's paintings, so she disguised herself as a man and went to meet Tang Bohu. ”

Yang Fei listened attentively and asked, "What happened later?"

Fu Heng said: "Miss found Tang Bohu and said that she wanted to compete with him and made a bet. If Tang Bohu wins, he must agree to paint a picture, and the title of the painting will be drawn up by the winner. If the young lady loses, she will marry her sister to Tang Bohu. What does the young lady have a sister? Actually, she is just herself. At that time, Tang Bohu had already married, and he could only be a concubine when he married. The daughters of big families are generally not concubines, so this young lady dares to bet so much, and she is quite bold. ”

Yang Fei said: "What are they betting on?"

Fu Heng said: "Tang Bohu is a genius in the south of the Yangtze River, poetry, calligraphy and painting, conceited and famous, looking at the whole world, who can compete with him? He hasn't tasted defeat yet. So he let Miss do the question. Miss is also a talented girl, and she has been familiar with poetry since she was a child, so she brought up the poem. ”

Yang Fei said with a smile: "Tang Bohu's "Peach Blossom Poem" is the crown of the Ming generation, this young lady is afraid that it will be difficult to win him." ”

Fu Heng said: "Miss asked, she said, I have heard for a long time that Tang Bohu can write peach blossom poems, and today we don't write flowers, only the forests in the mountains." ”

Yang Fei said: "Tang Bohu also paints landscapes, and every painting must be inscribed with poems, and he must also be good at landscape poems." ”

Fu Heng said: "So, no matter what question Miss has, it will be difficult for Tang Dacai to fall." Tang Bohu immediately took a must: the water-colored mountains are bright, and the pine shade and bamboo shadow are in front of the window. Burning incense has nothing to do with sitting on each other, and he has a quiet relationship with poetry and books. ”

"Good poem!" Yang Fei exclaimed, "It is worthy of what poem was written by Miss Tang Bohu!"

Fu Heng said: "The poem written by Miss is: The wind shadow is as clear as water, and the frost branches are as cold as jade. Occupy the hill alone, and do not allow ordinary birds. Although the heavy responsibility is too great, the straight heart will never bend. Even if it is not a beam building, it is better than ordinary wood. ”

Yang Fei was stunned, tasted it carefully, and said: "This poem is good! What's even better is that there are paintings in the poems, and the character is self-exalted!"

Fu Heng said: "Tang Bohu was unwilling to be left behind, and wrote another poem: The mountains are secluded and the grass and trees are deep, and the birds are singing and the flowers are falling. Pedestrians get lost in their canes, not where to find the sound of books. ”

Yang Fei said: "This poem is good, the artistic conception is far-reaching, not bad!"

Fu Heng said: "Miss said: The morning is the cloud flower, and the twilight is the commission." Those who stand by by means of advice, do not learn from weak seedlings. There is a wood name Dangui, four seasons fragrant and fragrant. The flowers are bright at night, and the leaves are green in spring. ”

Yang Fei said: "This song of five laws, how elegant! This young lady is really a talented girl! It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time, otherwise I must have seen its beauty." Is Tang Bohu still right about poetry?"

Fu Heng said with a smile: "Of course you have to go on! Tang Bohu is right: urge the seat to sit on the piano and write my life's heart." Pingsheng is like this, pine and bamboo harmonic sound. ”

Yang Fei said: "This Tang Bohu has a heart of pity for Miss. I suspect that he has already seen through the young lady's daughter, so he uses this poem to provoke her. ”

Fu Heng smiled and said: "The boss reads poetry, and it is really superhuman, I didn't read your artistic conception." ”

Yang Fei snorted: "I don't know what poems Miss has?"

Fu Heng said: "Miss wrote a long poem: There is a weak willow with a wooden name, and the roots are close to the clear pond. Wind and smoke borrow color, and rain and dew help Huazi. E'a white snowflakes, curling green silk branches. Gradually dense yin shelters, turning high and hanging down. Cut off branches and hold them as rods, weak and not self-sustaining. The folding strip is used in the fan garden, which is soft and crisp. For the tree letter can be played, what to do. It's a pity that the golden embankment land is planted in vain. ”

Yang Fei said: "This poem is well written!

Fu Heng said: "Tang Bohu also sighed to himself, and he was willing to bow down." Please ask the lady to come up with a drawing question. The young lady took the tiger as the theme. Tang Bohu painted on the spot and immediately painted it. ”

Yang Fei exclaimed: "What a good story. ”

Fu Heng said: "Miss got the tiger picture drawn by Tang Bohu and went home." But the talented Tang Bohu couldn't sleep, and on the third day, he heard about the young lady's house, and came to the door to propose marriage, wanting to marry the younger sister of the young lady's family. When I inquired in the local area, I learned that there was only one daughter in this family, and the beautiful son who fought with him the day before yesterday was the daughter of the weak willow. ”

Yang Fei asked, "Did the young lady marry Tang Bohu?"

Fu Heng said: "Miss naturally fell in love with Tang Bohu's talent, so she married him." It's a good story. ”

Yang Fei was amazed.

Fu Heng said: "After that young lady married Tang Bohu, she was deeply loved, and the two got along day and night, and the piano sang together, but unfortunately the fortune was shallow, and three years later, she died because of dystocia." ”

Yang Fei smiled bitterly and said: "Old Fu, what are you telling me about the second half of this paragraph? Don't you know that the stories in fairy tales only talk about princes and princesses, and they will end if they live a happy life from now on? ”

Fu Heng laughed with tears in his eyes.

Yang Fei said: "Old Fu, you have a really good memory, you remember Tang Bohu's story and a few poems clearly." ”

Fu Heng said: "I have read countless paintings in my life, and I can never forget the poems I have inscribed." That's a little talent of mine!"

Yang Fei's heart moved, and he muttered: "Old Fu, what is the surname of the young lady? It won't be Luo, right?"

Fu Heng was stunned and said, "If you don't say it, I haven't paid attention yet." When you mentioned that, I remembered that the young lady's surname was indeed Luo. ”

The two glanced at each other and said almost at the same time: "Could it be that tiger picture is really the Luo family's thing?"