Chapter 417 [Xiao Zhouhou] (Fengzhen Noodles?)

As soon as the connoisseur stretches out his hand, he will know if there is one.

An expert in forgery like Shi Shengsu, who is a master of calligraphy and painting with a halo, can directly become a doctoral supervisor when he enters the university, and it is enough to communicate with this kind of person.

There is a world of difference between the original painting and the photograph, and whoever does not see the original painting and presumptuously talks about the painting, first of all, is a layman. This may be Shi Shengsu's first step of testing, what he really wants to see is actually the strength and skill of the participants.

He won't fail to see the pen of the old wolf, the ancient fragrance of the five generations of Huimo has been seen by people in calligraphy and painting, just like flies meet dung, there is no need to guide, these two are symbols of strength. As for the skill of the painter, the word 'one' of Zhou Yi is like the bowl of egg fried rice in France that day, which seems simple, but in fact it is difficult, and it shows the skill of the calligrapher the most. If Shi Shengsu can't even see this, then there is no need to look for him, and the "Winter Scenery Xiangju Map" in his hand is also a fake.

Holding the 'one' drawn by Zhou Yi, Tang Bao went in disbelief. This is the first time that Bao Ge'er has questioned Zhou Yi, and there are many competitors this time, and it is said that even the most energetic island people who study the culture of the Tang Dynasty have come. These little devils always care about the famous beauties of China, Yang Guifei is like this, and the same is true of Xiao Zhouhou today.

In addition, it is said that domestic calligraphy and painting masters and several well-known auction companies will participate in this grand event to complete the "Winter Scenery Xiangju Map" and want to get a piece of the pie. Although Shi Shengsu did not say that he wanted to sell this broken painting, everyone knew that such a masterpiece would be kept secret, since he was willing to make it public, then there must be a meaning of sale, Shi Shengsu is also an old man in this industry, how can he not understand this rule? It is just to attract everyone to compete.

However, Shi Shengsu is a calligraphy and painting insider after all, and he is also a real collector, so before selling this painting, he must choose a good painter to repair this broken famous painting. It's kind of a heart.

Zhou Yi's 'one' was sent to a very ordinary address through Xiangjiang's 'Laijie Express', competing with works from Xiangjiang and even the whole country, and it is said that it is a three-day feedback message.

The black market is bright, openly competing to hand in homework, Shi Shengsu is also ingenious, and it can also be seen that the charm of Xiao Zhouhou is great, a picture of a beauty, how many prodigal literati have touched the hearts.

Waiting is the most painful. Of course, this refers to Tang Bao, but Zhou Yi is living a good life. Catkins are talking. decisively resigned from the position of the dock company, and was tired of being with him every day, so Xiao Yezi would inexplicably fall into a deep sleep every night, and got enough sleep in the first adolescence of his life.

In Zhou Yi's arms, Liu Mei's paper is 'painful' and happy, since the leisurely hero opened, Zhou Yi's 'some' ability is also twenty times that of ordinary people, this food marrow knows the taste, and he has to toss people every day. If it weren't for the fact that Zhou Yi had to use internal qi to condition her body for the catkins who were already unconscious after every 'light rain turned cloudy', I am afraid that she would have to lie on the bed during the day.

It was another early morning, and there was a chirping magpie in the birdcage hanging on the balcony, and the catkins were half lying on their backs and half in Zhou Yi's arms. The starry eyes were like a dream, and when he moved slightly, he felt that his whole body was sore, and he couldn't help glaring at Zhou Yi with disgust: "It's all your fault." I'm not going to let you do that today."

"Which one?"

Zhou Yi's spirit is better than the previous two days, and he feels that if he competes with the ultimate computer at this moment, he will definitely be able to open five hundred games at the same time. The flow of true qi in the body is similar to that of mercury, and the power is actually taken to the next level.

"Brother Yi, you're too bad!" Liu Wu snorted, his body slid down, like a big octopus spread his limbs, just lying lazily in response to the rising sun, not even wanting to move a little finger: "I don't care, I'm going to sleep today, you take Xiaoye to play." ”

"Okay, then you can sleep a little longer, I will take Xiao Yezi to the Xiangjiang Sports Center for a walk, everyone is in full swing to prepare for the game, and I, a newcomer who has just entered the industry, can't be too idle in the early stage. ”

Before Zhou Yi's words fell, he heard a car horn sound under the window, and when he looked out, he saw Tang Bao's head poking out of the window, waving to him, his face full of joy.

"My good daughter-in-law, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep today. It is estimated that Shi Shengsu replied to the letter, I have to go over with Tang Bao."

"That painting?" Liu Fu also knew that Zhou Yi and Tang Bao were going to make this Juran painting for their aunt, and knew that it was a serious matter, so they didn't lie anymore, so they gritted their teeth and got up.

"Let Xiao Yezi watch TV at home today, and I'll take her out to play tomorrow." Zhou Yi opened the bedside table with a smile, took out a stack of bound manuscript paper and handed it to Liu Wu: "This is what I drew by myself after you fell asleep yesterday, you can take a look at it during the day." It's a medical book. ”

"What?"

Looking at Zhou Yi's departing back, Liu Meizhi was a little puzzled, took the hand-painted binding book and looked at it, and immediately blushed.

"Plain Girl Thirty-six Styles"!

Is this a medical book?

***

"Hehe, Uncle Zhou, you are really good. I can get a ticket for the admission by drawing a 'one' on my hand? ”

Matha Tini who walked into Tang Bao actually saw Li Fangfei, this Nizi smiled sweetly at Zhou Yi, and patted her ass when she met, very undisciplined.

"It's Fang Fei...... Why are you here too?"

"What's strange, this matter between you and Uncle Bao is now an open secret, so you hide it from your grandmother alone. ”

Li Fangfei patted her chest and said, "I also study art, I want to open my eyes to the two uncles, aren't you welcome?"

"Welcome, welcome. "This Nizi is very westernized, her personality is straightforward, and Zhou Yi's impression of her is not bad. Besides, the elders take the juniors to open their eyes and gain knowledge, which is also talking.

"Third brother, I also just got the news that this Shi Shengsu is still the 'white paper fan' of the 'Yizi Society' in the Yau Tsim Wang area. It is said that he should not be short of money, but this time he announced the 'Winter Scenery Xiangju Map' to the public, and I don't know what the idea is. In short, whether you can succeed this time or not is up to you. ”

"White paper fan, is he still a member of the club?"

Zhou Yi was also stunned, Xiangjiang is known as having eighteen prefixes, in fact, it is a community, a black ~ society; among them, the highest status is to carry the handle, and there is a fragrant master below, a double-flower red stick or something, and the 'white paper fan' is a military advisor, a think-tank figure who gives advice to the boss of the community.

Don't underestimate the people in these clubs, although the bosses of these clubs can't be on the Forbes list, they are all experts in making mistakes. When it comes to money, it is not necessarily worse than the average rich man. And since the return of Xiangjiang, many associations have also begun to 'whitewash', and the most famous film company in Xiangjiang is said to have been done by the boss of the community, and they have done it well, creating a lot of high-quality spiritual food for the audience and contributing to the society.

Since Shi Shengsu is a 'white paper fan', he should not be short of money, what is the reason why he is doing this? Zhou Yi really didn't figure it out.

"Who's his boss? Don't we know the Li family?"

Li Fangfei is very Jianghu, and Zhou Yi and Tang Bao are both happy. Tang Bao said with a smile: "My eldest lady, how can the Li family deal with these people, they think, but unfortunately this grade is still a little insufficient." I can tell you, when you get to the master's house, you don't have anything to do to show the identity of the eldest lady of the Li family, in case we can't eat mutton, we have to get into trouble."

"Don't worry. I'm just going to look at that half-broken painting, and I won't get into trouble. "Xiao Nizi is quite well-behaved, what Tang Bao says is what it is.

The site of the Yi Zi Society is in Yau Ma Tei, Tsim Sha Tsui and Mong Kok, but the house of Shi Shengsu, a military adviser, is near Lantau Island, where land prices are lower. It is also a garden house in the front and back yards, and every brick, soil, wood and stone in the mansion seems to indicate that the owner is not bad for money.

On the second floor of the Gothic-style main building, sunlight shines through floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Shining on the all-copper shelf bed with goose yellow bedspreads, the beauty on the bed was still covered with a thin quilt on such a hot day. Her hands and feet are shrouded in it, but even if she covers the cup, she can still see her slender figure, like the strangeness of wood and the thinness of willows.

The woman was asleep, and the nutrient solution hanging from her bed was still dutifully providing her with the nutrients she needed to sustain her life, but judging by the color of her skin, it was clear that this way of sustaining life could not last long

"Xiaohui, you're about to wake up, trust me. ”

The man standing on the edge of the bed bent down slightly, kissed her deeply on the forehead, and stood up for a long time, looking at the sleeping beauty on the bed with great fascination: "There are a few painting masters this time, and they will definitely be able to repair that painting." You get a good night's sleep, and I'll go see them."

Turning around, this is actually a man with a face like a crown of jade, with a graceful demeanor, holding a white paper fan, occasionally shaking gently, with a good demeanor, just like the legendary Pan An Song Yu, a person like Su Xue.

Shi Shengsu, the white paper fan of the Yizi Society, a well-known master of forgery in the calligraphy and painting industry.

In his eyes, although the woman who was still in a coma on the bed was dressed in modern clothes, she was very much like the little woman who pushed the window lattice and stared at the emperor's lover shyly after the first snow cleared.

A peerless beauty, a dream goddess, and a public lover who has been sung through the ages and fascinated by countless men.

Hand-held gold shoes, socks step incense steps

After sunset and dusk, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure gently took off her embroidered shoes, willow waist hem, and socks to make her dusty, but she was cheating on her brother-in-law with the merry and talented emperor.

After a small week!

The woman on the bed is like Xiao Zhou who has traveled through time and space, to this world she is not familiar with, and to his arms.

It's just that she now has a more modern name, called Fang Hui, just like the bright flowers on Fang Fang's green grassland, his heart's meat, his palm's treasure, and his favorite wife.

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Everyone sees the world of this chapter, the light and darkness are already in Suzhou, the first day is Hanshan Temple, Humble Administrator's Garden, eat 'Fengzhen noodles' in Fengzhen at noon, ho, it is said to be quite good, turn back to the light and darkness to write to the idlers (to be continued. (To be continued.) )