The man in the painting is handsome, dressed in a blue robe, with a cold and arrogant smile on the corner of his mouth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yan Qing looked at the painting, this person was not the man who set up the painting stall that day.

Fang Xinrong took the portrait and handed it to Hongsheng, asking him to take it back and hand it over to his senior brother, hoping that he would catch the surname Shi as soon as possible, parade through the streets, and give the master justice.

Hongsheng understood, put away the painting and said goodbye.

Su Jin and Yan Qing sent him away and returned to the gallery to continue entertaining the painters.

There was a painter in the hall who happened to take a fancy to her painting "Mona Lisa", Yan Qing saw that his face was tangled, smiled and walked over and asked: "You are Mr. Qin who came to buy "Seclusion" last time, right? What's wrong? Mr. Qin has any confusion about this painting?"

"Oh! That's not true! This painting, Qin Mou came last time, but he actually took a fancy to it..."In the middle of the sentence, he wanted to say and stopped, and for the sake of face, he said a little embarrassed: "It's just that the price of this painting is a bit expensive, and Mr. Su's "Seclusion" is only twenty taels of silver, which is thirty-eight taels..."

Yan Qing smiled gently, seeing that Mr. Qin really wanted to buy it, she didn't want to ask for it, and asked, "Then how much silver does Mr. Qin think is appropriate?"

"Twenty-eight taels! Mrs. Ruosu was willing to sell twenty taels to Qin, and Qin didn't say a word, so she bought it immediately."

"Well, Mr. Qin is a regular customer, and he sincerely wants to buy this painting, so please go to the counter and pay the silver first, and I will wrap the scroll for you."

Mr. Qin praised happily: "Mrs. Su is really reasonable, thank you so much"

Then he walked to the counter and took out twenty-eight taels of silver to pay Fang Xinrong.

Yan Qing wrapped the scroll, handed the painting into Mr. Qin's hand, and instructed him again when he sent him out, welcome to come often in the future.

After some politeness, when she was about to turn around to go back to the gallery, she saw a little scholar suddenly running on the street?

Children are just fun, Yan Qing saw this, smiled helplessly and entered the gallery.

Wait for her to send another artist out of the gallery. At this time, she saw that the little scholar was not gone, he was squatting on the ground, and was playing with the sand on top of the calligraphy and painting, and after a while, he was obviously tired of playing, and stacked the sand on the side of the street and the road, one by one, on the calligraphy and painting, and saw that it was going to be piled up into two small sand dunes.

Yan Qing couldn't stand it anymore, thinking that it would be better to teach a few sentences! She dared to conclude that this little scholar must have taken calligraphy and paintings and sneaked out of the private school to play.

When she approached, she saw an old master on the other side of the street, and the old master saw the figure of the little scholar playing, and his face was heavily relieved.

"Hulin, what are you doing?" the old master asked after him.

As soon as the little scholar heard that it was the master's voice, he turned his head to look at him in a panic, and then hurriedly swept away the sand on the calligraphy and painting, but he was too slow to sweep, so he simply picked up the end of the scroll, got up and wanted to run.

Yan Qing couldn't let the little ghost slip away like this, anyway, the master was going to catch up soon, she pretended that the little scholar went to the left and she avoided the left, the little scholar looked up at her, and wanted to pick her up and run to the right, she avoided the right.

Repeatedly avoided about twice.

The old master stepped forward breathlessly, and hurriedly picked up the little scholar and trapped him in his arms, and then taught in a good voice: "Hulin, if you really don't want to learn to paint, the master doesn't blame you. But because you are greedy for fun, you took the Master's painting without permission, and then ran away from the private school, which is your fault. How does the master teach you on weekdays, disciples are filial piety when they enter, and brothers when they go out, they are cautious and faithful, they love everyone, and they are kind. If you have spare energy, you will learn the text. How can you leave it behind?"

Hulin puffed out his mouth, looked at the master knowingly, and said cutely: "The student remembers, master, the student knows that he is wrong, and the master agrees that the student does not need to learn to draw, right?"

"What's wrong with learning to paint?" he nodded helplessly, "I agreed."

Yan Qing listened to it on the side, only to know that it turned out that the child Hulin didn't like to paint, she smiled and said: "Although the child is young, he also has his own ideas, so it's good if the master understands it."

"Hmm!" the old master thought it was reasonable, and he looked at the lady who was speaking, and remembered that if it hadn't been for this lady to help stop Hulin, he would have had to let him run away.

He smiled and said, "What Madame said is very true! The old man thanks Madame for her help."

"Master, you don't have to be polite!" Yan Qing withdrew his eyes from the teacher and student, got closer, and glanced at the calligraphy and painting, and suddenly felt that this calligraphy and painting was a little familiar.

She asked, "I don't know about the Master's calligraphy and painting... Can you lend me a look?"

"Naturally!" The old master took the calligraphy and painting in Hulin's hand, handed it to Yan Qing and said with a smile: "Could it be that Mrs. Fei is a person who understands calligraphy and painting?"

Yan Qing politely took the calligraphy and paintings, smiled and pointed to the "Hongyantang" art gallery and said: "Let the master see the smile, my husband and I make a living from calligraphy and painting."

"I see!" Confucius smiled admiringly and glanced at the gallery.

"Mr. Wei's painting..."Yan Qing was shocked, no wonder she felt familiar, this calligraphy and painting was Mr. Wei's "Three Feet Pond", she had seen it in Wei's mansion.

After she looked at the seal, it was really a fake.

"Master, I take the liberty of asking, I wonder when you bought this painting?"

"An hour ago, the old man and Hulin went back to the private school, and happened to meet a man who sold paintings and calligraphy, although the old man was older than Mr. Wei, but he admired his painting very much, so he bought this painting."

"Don't hide it!" she looked at the old master and paused, but still decided: "The painting "Three Feet Pond" you bought is a fake."

"Fake?" the old master was very surprised, and he hurriedly asked, "How can you see it?"

She saw the old master squinting, looking at the calligraphy and painting in detail, and said with a smile: "If you don't look carefully at the seal on the painting, it is really difficult to distinguish the authenticity!"

"How can this be, the old man will go to the boy!" he said, turning around.

"Master, I'm afraid it's too late to go now! The person who steals and sells fakes will not stay for long as he sells a painting in the place where he is, and I also suffered a loss two days ago!" Yan Qing said this, with a sense of disgust.

"Sir, I know where they went?" Hulin understood what Mr. and Mrs. were talking about the two uncles who sold paintings, and he thought about it for a moment and said happily: "When I sneaked out of the private school, I heard the uncle in blue and gray clothes say that they should go to the Chunyu Tea House first."

"Really?" asked the old lady.

"Uh-huh! What the student said is true!" Hulin nodded earnestly.

"Great!" Yan Qing happily asked the old master: "Master, I don't know which private school you have over there? I know two apprentices of Mr. Wei, Gong Gongzi is investigating the case of stealing and selling fake paintings recently, you take Hulin back to the private school first, and when Gonggong Gongzi catches the person who steals and sells the fakes, then go to the private school to give you justice."