The old house of the Lu family.

In the antique living room, the tea has passed three rounds.

Lu Xiaohan was about to pour Qi Yu Wen Jing a fourth cup, but was stopped by Qi Yu: "I can't stand my stomach if I drink it again! Hurry up, where is the third one?"

"It's in this room. Lu Xiaohan ignored Qi Yu and still poured his cup full.

Qi Yu glanced at the living room and said with a smile: "Since it is related to words, it must be in these calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall." ”

"And then?" Lu Xiaohan poured Wen Jing and himself full, and took a sip of the teacup without squinting.

"There are so many calligraphy and paintings, don't tell me that they are all genuine!" Qi Yu looked at Lu Xiaohan with a smile.

"If it's all genuine, then Brother Po is too rich!" Wen Jing exclaimed: "I saw it when I came in, and the latest are all works of the Ming Dynasty, and there is even Wen Zhengming's "Tea Party Map"!"

"Sister Jing'er has good eyesight!" Lu Xiaohan laughed: "Among so many calligraphy and paintings, its value is the highest!"

Qi Yu didn't care about this, and asked: "Old master, there is no text in the "Tea Party Map", it shouldn't be it." ”

"If that's the case, sooner or later it'll be stolen. Lu Xiaohan smiled again.

"Hehe, I understand. Qi Yu suddenly stood up and said to Wen Jing: "Girl, I don't understand the appreciation of antiques and the like, you can help me find the most worthless one!"

Wen Jing's scholarly family, influenced by his father since childhood, although he doesn't know much in appreciation, he is much higher than Qi Yu.

"Brother Po, is it okay?" Wen Jing looked at Lu Xiaohan with a smile.

"Husband sings with wife, why not!" Lu Xiaohan put down the teacup, caged his hands, and showed an ambiguous smile at Qi Yu.

Qi Yu glanced at him and made a disgusted look: "Do you want me to spit out everything I just drank?"

After walking around the living room, Wen Jing stopped in front of a painting depicting a pine snow mountain scene.

In the painting, there is a valley covered with winter snow, and there is a thatched hut outside the house, which is covered with snow and pine, and the chimney on the roof is curling with green smoke.

There was also an open space in front of the hut, and there was a man in the clearing, dressed in a mink fur, who was wiping the snowflakes off his body.

There is also a small poem in the upper right corner of the painting, signed by Wang Sheng.

Wen Jing thought about it for a long time, but she didn't figure out who this Wang Sheng was.

"Judging from the artistic conception of this painting, it is very ordinary, not like a celebrity's work. Wen Jing said to Qi Yu: "And the name Wang Sheng is extremely unfamiliar, at least I have never heard of it, so the author of this painting should be a literati who is not very famous." ”

Looking at his painting style and skills, it should also be a casual work of personal hobbies! And from the perspective of the style of the whole painting, it should be a work of the Song and Yuan dynasties, whether it is color or ink. ”

"So, do you think this painting is the third one?!" Qi Yu said.

"Well, that's it. Wen Jing nodded.

Hearing this, Qi Yu immediately approached, looked at the little poem in the painting and said: "The wind falls on the pine and snow, and the mountains collect smoke outside the bamboo." Qing Yin stared drunkenly, and shrugged his shoulders independently. Whose work is this?"

"I don't know, there are so many Tang and Song poems, where do I remember clearly, and I have never heard of this poem. Wen Jing shook her head.

At this time, Lu Xiaohan had already walked over to the two with a smile: "It's a blessing to be a dumb brother, to be able to meet a girl like Sister Jing'er, it's really envious of others!"

"Is it really it?!" Wen Jing said happily.

"Yes, this is it!" Lu Xiaohan had already arrived at the two of them.

"Then do you know who wrote this poem?" Qi Yu was still staring at the painting intently.

"This is the "Winter Twilight" by Bai Yuchan, an old man from Qiongshan in the Southern Song Dynasty!" Lu Xiaohan said with a smile.

"Who is Bai Yuchan?" Wen Jing was surprised: "There was such a poet in the Song Dynasty?!"

"I've learned about that. Lu Xiaohan said: "This person still has some backgrounds. ”

"Can you not sell it?" Qi Yu glared at him.

Wen Jing pursed her lips, squinted at Qi Yu and said, "Now I know that selling Guanzi is very annoying!"

Hearing this, Lu Xiaohan shook his head and sighed: "I only knew that Sister Jing'er was very sharp on the Internet, but I didn't expect that it was the same in reality, and I taught both of them a lesson in one sentence!"

Qi Yu laughed dryly and said, "Actually, there is only one way to pass, and nothing worse!"

"What nonsense are you two talking about?" Po Piao, hurry up!" Wen Jing's face changed, and she immediately raised her eyebrows, crossed her hands on her waist, and glared at Lu Xiaohan and said, "Believe it or not, I went to my sister to complain and let her ignore you for half a year!"

As soon as he heard this, Lu Xiaohan immediately surrendered, and told him again and again: "I said, I said!"

In Lu Xiaohan's life, apart from his parents, the only person he cares about is the 'sister' that Wen Jing said in her mouth, that is, Xiaomeng Piaoran, no matter what it is, as long as he lifts her out, even if Lu Xiaohan is asked to jump the Yangtze River immediately, he will not have the slightest hesitation!

"Bai Yuchan is actually a Taoist priest, formerly known as Ge Changgeng, free and intelligent, poetry and painting are all excellent, although he is not particularly famous in history, but he is an outstanding Taoist poet and Neidan theorist, a believer in Taoism, and one of the five ancestors of the Jindannan faction!" Lu Xiaohan explained.

", it turned out to be an immortal cultivator!" Qi Yu was stunned, and hurriedly said, "Could it be that this poem is the third one you said?"

Lu Xiaohan nodded: "Yes, it's a pity that I've been studying it for almost twenty years, and I really don't see any special meaning in it!"

"Since he is a Taoist poet, could it have something to do with cultivating immortals?" Wen Jing frowned and looked at the painting again.

"This five-character quatrain is really a bit fairy, but I don't think it will have any too profound meaning, maybe we think too much!" Qi Yu touched his chin and smiled.

"Brother Po, along the way, in addition to these poems that have been specially prompted by the ancestors of the Lu family, are there any other hints?" Wen Jing turned around and asked Lu Xiaohan.

"That's all!" Seeing that Qi Yu and Wen Jing also couldn't see that they were ugly, Lu Xiaohan shook his head in disappointment.

"But even if you put the three things together, there is no connection between them. Wen Jingxiu frowned.

"Perhaps, your ancestor is just playing tricks and diverting his attention!" Qi Yu has always been optimistic, and he was not stumped by the things in front of him at all, and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, maybe the time has not come, so we can't understand it!"

Lu Xiaohan sighed and said slowly: "Fuxi's family has been taken away, but I still don't understand the meaning of this. It's not that I care about the family mission, I don't want my dad to see things messed up in my hands!"

Qi Yu patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Po Piao, everything should go naturally, since I learned about Feng Xi's general plan, I have never deliberately cared about the things in it." ”

"Since Feng Xi dared to make such a thousand-year-long plan, if I were to change it, I would definitely expect that many of the details would change due to some very small events, as if it were a butterfly effect. ”

"Even the questions I can think of, Fengxi can't think of it. Qi Yu continued: "In my opinion, the reason why Feng Xi dares to do this is that she will definitely not be exhausted in all the details, the only thing she can grasp should be the general direction!"

"So, even if something is taken away by someone else, I don't worry too much!" After speaking, Qi Yu swaggered back to the coffee table and sat back down.

Lu Xiaohan glanced at Wen Jing and said suspiciously: "Your stupid melon seems to have changed a lot!"

Wen Jing smiled bitterly and sighed: "A lot of things have happened over the years, so I can't help him not change!"

(End of chapter)