Antique Street, every festival weekend, it is overcrowded, but today is not the weekend, the two of them slowly strolled down the street, so that many men looked at Ye Ling jealously. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yuqing, what are we doing in the antique street?" Ye Ling was a little confused, the two of them went out shopping, shouldn't they go to some amusement park, movie theater, shopping mall pedestrian street or something?

Lin Yuqing smiled playfully: "Today is my grandfather's birthday, he likes calligraphy and painting antiques very much, I want to come here to pick up the leaks, what if I encounter a genuine product that has not been discovered?"

Ye Ling said: "It turned out to be grandpa's birthday, and the gift was wrapped around me, don't worry, I will definitely satisfy grandpa!"

Just kidding, dignified Immortal Emperor, those eyes are more accurate than any instrument on the earth, and the eye-punching that is often said in the antique street cannot happen to Ye Ling at all.

Lin Yuqing straightened her nose and smiled: "Hmph, you just brag about the cowhide here, when will you blow the cowhide, I'll see how round you are." ”

"Hey, what's the matter, don't believe me, right? Let's make a bet, if I pick up a treasure that satisfies my grandfather, you will let me check your physical development, how about it?" As he spoke, Ye Ling stared at Lin Yuqing with bad intentions, and a pair of eyes rolled straight up.

Lin Yuqing glanced at Ye Ling: "The cowhide is blowing up, if you can't pick it up, hmph, don't touch me in the future." After speaking, Lin Yuqing walked forward with her hands behind her back.

Ye Ling was stunned, and then he was filled with joy: "Hehe, I successfully won it!" Tsk, there is no way, this Immortal Emperor is so perfect, look, look, which stunning beauty is not in love with this Immortal Emperor?"

In a shop, full of calligraphy and paintings, Ye Ling and Lin Yuqing walked in, and a waiter ran directly to the two of them to greet them.

"Sir, Miss, what do you need? Our calligraphy and painting are very famous in the whole antique street, there are very few fakes, many calligraphy and painting masters often visit our store, all kinds of ancient calligraphers, painters' treasures of genuine works, our store is also everything, you choose one. "The waiter's mouth is called a slip.

Lin Yuqing smiled directly, this waiter is really funny, he really dares to say it.

Ye Ling was also interested when he heard this, and said softly: "I want Zhang Zeduan's Qingming Riverside Map, the real thing!"

As soon as these words came out, the waiter was stunned directly, and his eyes changed a little when he looked at Ye Ling, you are stupid, right? I just said that, and you just listened to it, you really dare to say it.

Qingming Shanghe Tu, one of the top ten famous paintings in China, a rare surviving boutique, a national treasure-level cultural relic, is still in the Imperial Palace Museum, even if there is, I dare to sell, do you dare to buy?

The waiter shouted in his heart, of course, he didn't dare to speak, but smiled embarrassedly: "This gentleman is really joking, we don't have a Qingming Shanghe picture here, of course, there are still a lot of other paintings." ”

Ye Ling nodded, and asked the waiter to pick a pair of fine products, the waiter nodded again and again, took out a painting from the counter, and slowly unfolded it, on the white picture scroll, there was only a fan in the center, on which were written four big characters: righteousness and haoran, and the signature on the fan was Liu Shi'an.

"Sir, this is the boutique of our store, you should know that in this fan, Liu Yong's fan is a hand-me-down boutique, even Qianlong Ye has good praise for it, this fan is handed down by Liu Yong, in the Republic of China period by a master with a deep background collection, and then attached to the scroll, you take it out, absolutely make many people drool when they look at it. The waiter pointed to the fan and said excitedly, as if this fan was his family's ancestor.

Ye Ling and Lin Yuqing glanced at each other, Liu Yong's fan is indeed a must, isn't there such a sentence, it is said that it is Zheng Banqiao's bamboo, Tang Bohu's beauty, Liu Shi'an's fan, and Songzhongtang's tiger character, which is called the four uniques.

But is this fan really the true biography of Liu Yong?

Who is Ye Ling? In his previous life, he was an Immortal Emperor, and his eyes could not see the truth or falsehood of historical precipitation?

Not to mention the broken picture scroll, let's just say that this fan is rough to make paper, and the paper will never take more than ten years, which is clearly a modern counterfeit.

"How much does your fan sell for?" Ye Ling coughed and asked.

When the waiter heard this, he was even more excited, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and after waiting for a long time, he finally waited for today, and finally came an eyeless guy, hehe, open slaughter!

"Sir, Liu Yong's fan, you go out to inquire, which one is not more than ten or two hundred thousand, but this fan, there are too few words, relatively speaking, it is much cheaper, so let's charge you 80,000 yuan, and you will earn a service fee, so that you can come next time." The waiter said with a serious face.

Ye Ling nodded and said to Lin Yuqing: "Liu Yong's fan, it's only 80,000, not bad, right?"

"Yes, 80,000 yuan is indeed not expensive, this fan is estimated to have been painted on the bed by Liu Yong before his death, and it is even more amazing. Lin Yuqing was born in a literary family, how could he not even have this bit of eyesight?

hated the waiter, he didn't understand what the two of them meant, but misunderstood, and hurriedly said excitedly: "How else to say that the two of you see high, this noodle is definitely a boutique, I'll go and wrap the two of you now, welcome to come next time!"

"Eun, next time. The two of them also nodded in response.

The waiter hurriedly rolled up the scroll, but when he raised his head, there was no one in the whole room, and the next visit buzzed in his mind, and his little face turned pale.

After a few more visits to the store, the two of them didn't look for good things, not to mention, and they hadn't even seen the real thing, and what was even more polite was that some shopkeepers took out a night pot, and they all dared to say that it was the real Ouchi used by Qianlong Ye, and Ye Ling was so angry that he almost stuffed the night pot into the owner's mouth.

"Yuqing, it's not that Brother Ye is incompetent, it's that on this street, there is not even an ancient hair. Ye Ling sighed deeply, sighing deeply.

Lin Yuqing's forehead rose three black lines: "Hey, it seems that I have to think of other gifts for the old man." ”

After speaking, suddenly Lin Yuqing met an acquaintance, who was a classmate from school, and the two chatted happily, Ye Ling was bored, his eyes kept looking around, and suddenly saw a roadside stall not far away surrounded by people, and he hurriedly walked away with a sudden interest.

The Chinese civilization tradition is to join in the fun, Ye Ling finally squeezed into the crowd, and saw a man wearing a suit and leather collar and a pair of gold-rimmed eyes standing in front of the stall with an arrogant face, and scolded: "You broken stall, a fake in the water, you dare to lie to me, see if I don't smash your stall today!"

The people around pointed and pointed, it turned out that this man came to the stall and wanted to buy something, but it turned out that it was all fakes, and he had a few words with the stall owner, and he scolded.

But Ye Ling saw two things in front of the messy stall, and suddenly a trace of brightness flashed in his eyes, and he grinned, he really had nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it didn't take any effort to get there!