The young man couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, turned his head to look at Wen Xin, and saw that Wen Xin was as beautiful as a fairy, but her words were so otherworldly, he couldn't help but be stunned, and he forgot to move his steps. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wen Xin glanced at him, lowered her eyebrows, and asked, "How much do you sell for this painting?"

The young scholar came back to his senses at this time, and quickly withdrew his gaze, but his face was even more red, and he whispered, "Two taels of silver." ”

Wen Xin looked at Yang Xianmao.

Wen Xin never carried silver with her when she went out, so Yang Xianmao hurriedly took out two taels of silver from the money bag and handed it to the scholar.

The scholar didn't answer, looked at Wen Xin, his face had become the color of pig liver, and said weakly: "The girl didn't look at this painting at all, so she had to spend silver to buy it, I'm afraid it's pitiful." It doesn't have to be, the goods are sold and the family is recognized. The girl has no interest in calligraphy and painting, and selling it to the girl is also a waste of hard work. Farewell!"

With that, the young scholar blushed, turned his head and walked out.

"You wait!" Wen Xin looked up at her again and said, "I did have some sympathy for you just now, so I was going to buy your words, but. Since you have such arrogance, then I want to see if your painting is worth two taels of silver, if not, I really won't buy it. ”

Hearing Wen Xin's words, the young scholar was stunned for a moment, but became competitive, so he walked over, unfolded the scroll in his hand, and sent it to her, saying, "Okay! ”

Wen Xin read it slowly and said: "This poem is not bad, but this character, the pen skills are not enough, and I want to show a sense of bitterness, in order to show the sorrow of living in a foreign country, and I have done it a little too much, and it looks a little delicate and contrived." This poem is worth more money, but this painting is really not worth two taels of silver. ”

When the young scholar heard this, his face turned red and white for a while, he took the scroll, looked at it again, raised his eyebrows, and was quite unconvinced, and said: "The girl did say the state of mind when she wrote this poem, and her comments hit the nail on the head. However, listening to what the girl said, it seems that she has studied calligraphy and painting quite a bit, can you give the ink treasure to the next to appreciate it and see if it is worth two taels of silver?"

Wen Xin smiled faintly, and saw that he was carrying a schoolbag, carrying perhaps the four treasures of the study, so he said, "Take a pen and paper." ”

The literary style of the Tang and Song dynasties is strong, although the martial style of the five dynasties and ten kingdoms has faded a lot, but the folk still advocate literary style. This jelly shop also often has some literati talking about poetry here, so it is not surprising. Quickly took two clean tables and put them together, and the few guests who were eating the cold noodles stepped aside to watch the fairy-like woman show calligraphy.

The scholar hurriedly took out the pen and ink inkstone from the book bag, and the shopkeeper brought a piece of snow-white rice paper and spread it on the table. I brought another bowl of water.

Wen Xin held the soft sleeves in one hand, and the other finger was as white as a green onion, reached into the water bowl, picked up a little water, dripped two drops on the inkstone, and then picked up the half of the rosin ink, grinding it in the inkstone.

Grinding the ink, Wen Xin's emotions gradually merged into the artistic conception of the scholar's poem, and there was no one else in her eyes, only the palace with fallen leaves in the autumn wind, the lonely and empty palace, and the wild geese that slowly flew over the palace and gradually moved away.

In this rich melancholy, she put pen to paper, fast or slow, stopped or walked, sometimes light, sometimes sleepy. This poem actually wrote about two cups of tea, so I put the pen away and gently rested it on the inkstone.

The scholar was still a little stupid before, but when Wen Xin began to write. The expression on his face changed radically in an instant.

By the time Wen Xin finished writing this poem, the young scholar already looked like he had lost his soul, his eyes were straight, his eyes were dull, his hands were trembling, his feet were trembling, and he was almost about to fall to his knees and worship.

It wasn't until Wen Xin stretched out his hand to take the word that the scholar seemed to have just woken up from sleepwalking, clasped his hands into fists, arched to the ground, and said: "The girl's character is completely in line with the artistic conception of this poem. It's really a shame to be underneath. Compared to a girl's, my handwriting is like a child's graffiti. Don't you dare to ask the girl's name?"

Wen Xin said lightly: "When we meet in Pingshui, why do we need to leave a name." With that, he grabbed the writing on the table, brushed it a few times, and tore it to pieces.

The scholar didn't expect Wen Xin to tear up this painting, and it was too late to snatch it. I couldn't help but stomp my feet and said, "Oh, why did you tear it up? It's a pity! If the girl is willing, she will pay a lot of money to buy it." ”

When Wen Xin heard this, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and said angrily: "It turns out that you are not short of money, I thought that you were forced to sell words by life, it seems that I have a lot of trouble." Let's go!"

When the young scholar heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, how could he finally see such a strong calligrapher, how could he be willing to pass by on his shoulders? I will go to the capital next spring to catch the exam, all the way to here, visit the local calligraphy and painting masters, learned that there is a former prime minister of Wu Yue in Qiantang Mansion, named Lin Ding, set up a Wending Book Society, gathered a group of literati and ink writers to chant poems and paint, very free, so I came to the door to ask for advice. This old gentleman appreciated me very much and invited me to join the company. Our calligraphy and painting club gathered every three or five times, tried calligraphy and painting, and were a little unconvinced by each other, and felt that asking people to comment could not convince everyone, so they came up with an idea, everyone selected their most proud five calligraphy and paintings every month, and each took them to sell, to see who sold more money. The two at the bottom have to pay for a treat, so I came to sell calligraphy and paintings, just to make a bet. ”

Wen Xin ignored it at first, but when she heard the words of Lin Ding, the former prime minister of Wu Yue, she couldn't help but tremble slightly, so she paid attention to it. It wasn't until he finished speaking that he asked, "What is the name of the president of your Wending Publishing House that you just said?"

After the destruction of Wu Yueguo, although the Great Song Dynasty said that the original officials of Wu Yueguo could stay, he resigned from his official position and opened this poetry club with a group of literati and ink writers. This person is quite literate, and his calligraphy is learned from Erwang and Ouyang Xun, especially cursive and official script, which is very good. Every time he sells it, many buyers know the rules of our bookstore, and they stay at the door of the dormitory on the day of sale, waiting to buy his calligraphy and paintings, so he doesn't have to go to the street at all, he can sell the calligraphy and paintings at the door, and the selling price is the highest. The girl's calligraphy is on par with his, I don't know if the girl has heard of this person? If the girl is interested in going to learn from President Lin, he will definitely comfort the old man...... Girl, girl, are you alright?"

When the young scholar said this, he found that Wen Xin was so excited that his whole body was trembling, and he couldn't help but be a little nervous, so he hurriedly asked.

Yang Xianmao also noticed something unusual, and hurriedly said on the side: "It's okay, you have a cup of tea first." ”

Wen Xin picked up the tea cup on the table and took a big sip, took a deep breath, and then shook her head and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little excited." ”

Yang Xianmao hurriedly asked, "This Lin Ding, do you know each other?"

Yang Xianmao asked this sentence, and felt a little stupid, because Wen Xin is Wu Yue's princess, and Wen Ding is Wu Yue's prime minister, so she must know each other.

Sure enough, Wen Xin nodded and said, "He is my enlightenment teacher of calligraphy." He taught me calligraphy when I was a child. ”

The young scholar was overjoyed when he heard this, and said: "I see, no wonder I see that the girl's calligraphy is very familiar, it seems to be the same as President Lin, it turns out that he is your teacher, that's great, then I'll take you to meet him!"

But it turned out that after the Prime Minister Lin Ding surrendered to Emperor Wu Yueguo, he resigned from his official position and did not know what to do, Wending Wenxin did not expect to see his teacher here, and he couldn't help but be very excited.

Wen Xin really wanted to go and see Lin Ding, but he followed Yang Xianmao, of course, he had to ask Yang Xianmao's opinion first, so he turned his head to look at him.

Yang Xianmao nodded and said, "Okay, anyway, we haven't settled down yet, let's go visit your mentor first." ”

Wen Xin couldn't help but be overjoyed when she heard this, got up and came out, Yang Xianmao and a few of them came out, Yang Xianmao said to the scholar: "By the way, I haven't asked for leave yet, Brother Taizun's surname." ”

"Don't dare to be, brother Tai is too polite, the contemptible surname is Kou, and the name is accurate. ”

If Yang Xianmao had the ability to predict the future, he should know that this Kou Zhun was the famous prime minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, and now he is actually selling calligraphy and paintings on the street, of course, they sell calligraphy and paintings just to make a bet. Kou Zhun was born in a scholarly family, and his family was solid, so he had the money to travel the world, and he didn't sell words for a living.

Then Kou Zhun introduced another scholar who was with him, who was also a member of their Wending Publishing Society, and Yang Xianmao also made an introduction.

Their calligraphy and painting club is not far from here, and it will be there in a short time, but it is a very quiet and elegant house, planted with pine, cypress and bamboo, and there is the sound of silk and bamboo in it.

Kou Zhun patted the door open, smiled at the porter and said, "Hurry up and call your master to come out, just say that his student is here, surnamed Wen, is a girl, go quickly." ”

When the porter heard this, he hurriedly flew in to report, and Kou Zhun took them inside.

The house is really large, and the houses are hidden among the green trees and bamboos. After walking for a while, he met a group of people coming over, led by an old man who said loudly: "Is it Wen Xin?"

As soon as Wen Xin heard this voice, tears suddenly filled her eyes, and she called out in a trembling voice: "Teacher, ......"

Yang Xianmao looked up and saw a thin old man at the head, with white beard and hair, looking quite a bit fairy-like and bone-like, wearing a white cloth robe, followed by several men and women, old and young.

Wen Xin was overjoyed to see the white-haired old man, and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed deeply, the old man was also in tears, and his hands were empty: "Don't dare to be, hurry up." ”

Wen Xin wiped her tears and said, "Teacher, you ...... , okay?"

"Okay, chanting poems and painting all day long, lingering among the mountains and rivers, much more relaxed than when I was in the government and the opposition, but it's a pity, we Wu Yueguo...... I heard that you left the palace, and I don't know where you went, and the old people inquired in many ways, but there was no news of you, and you have suffered a lot in the past six months, right?"

"Fortunately, I have been living in a pharmacy in Xuanzhou, and this is the young master of the pharmacy. His medical skills are very high, and he used to be an apprentice at our Wu Yue Tai Hospital. ”