Hearing the exclamation in front, Academician Wen couldn't help but be a little moved. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Literati are inseparable from pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and cannot escape poetry and songs, which are closely related to calligraphy.

A literati may not be a calligrapher, but he must have studied calligraphy. Regardless of whether it is famous or famous, which family does not have a few ink treasures?

Emperor Yongli is a fairly famous emperor in the history of the Feng Dynasty, in the middle of the Feng Dynasty through several drastic reforms, it was once again pushed to prosperity, known as "Yongli Zhongxing".

In addition to his outstanding statecraft, Emperor Yongli's private life was also quite exciting, with several private visits and married two folk women as concubines, leaving a lot of anecdotes about wild history.

For the literati, the Yongli Emperor is most famous not for his contributions to history or the allusions that can be quoted from his personal legend, but for his self-contained calligraphy!

Later generations call it - Yongti characters!

It's just a pity, because the age of the Yongli Emperor is more than eight years away from now, and after several historical turmoil, there are now less than ten of his authentic works.

Li Xuchun put away the calligraphy and paintings handed down by his ancestors, shook his head and smiled: "This is not a genuine handiwork. ”

He is the "Teacher Li" I just mentioned, and he is a member of the Li family in Jiangnan.

"Not the real work of Yongli? That's right. ”

"I heard that this song "Flying Snow" has been lost, how can it appear in the hands of Mr. Li?"

"Which ink treasure in Yongli is not worth tens of millions? Even if there were, not many people would give it as a gift! ”

"That's just as well."

A group of literati and writers talked about it, sighed for a long time, and after the voice was quiet, Li Xuchun said unhurriedly:

"Although it is not the authentic work of Yongli, it is the real work of Hong Yuan!"

When everyone heard this, they talked about it again.

Hong Yuan is the grandson of Emperor Yongli and an emperor of the Feng Dynasty, his life is sparse and mediocre, there are not many bright spots, and it is his calligraphy that the world remembers him.

Later generations mentioned him, mostly saying that he had obtained the true calligraphy of Yongli.

The calligraphy and painting "Flying Snow" is written by Hong Yuan, and its value is naturally greatly reduced, but it is by no means comparable to ordinary Mobao, and it starts at least five million when it is auctioned.

Li Xuchun stepped forward with both hands, and the person in charge of receiving the gift was Meng Shouyu, the third son of Meng Xiaozhi, who was also fifty this year, and hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"Teacher Li, your gift is too valuable."

"Eh~ nothing valuable." Li Xuchun said: "The old academician has made so many contributions, what can a pair of ink treasures calculate, can make the old academician smile more than twice on his 80th birthday, and my wish will be fulfilled." ”

Meng Shouyu shook his head and said, "I can't accept it!" ”

The value of the congratulatory gift is only tens of thousands, and the old academician has an entrustment for hundreds of thousands of things: not to accept it.

Li Xuchun said again: "I'll just say it directly, in addition to congratulating the old academician on his birthday, I also want to invite a family member." ”

Please?

Everyone was stunned.

Generally, when a large family talks about family affairs with the same status or lower than themselves, it says "propose", and conversely, when a family with a lower status talks about family affairs to a family that is stronger than their own, they say "please kiss". There is also the phrase "please kiss" when politely.

Meng Shouyu said: "What do you mean? ”

Li Xuchun beckoned, and a tall boy behind him hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Hello Uncle Meng." ”

Meng Shouyu said with a little puzzlement: "Who is this?" ”

The tall boy hurriedly replied, "Uncle Meng, my name is Li Zhongnan. ”

Meng Shouyu suddenly realized: "It turned out to be Zhongnan's nephew, the few articles you published before were very brilliantly written, I made a bet with people that it was written by someone with at least fifty years of experience, and later I learned that it was Zhongnan You wrote it, and I will remember this matter for a lifetime!" ”

"Uncle praised it." Li Zhongnan said modestly.

Li Xuchun coughed and said: "Shouyu, I won't talk nonsense, today for this grandson, I will ask for a kiss." ”

Meng Shouyu bent down slightly and said, "I don't know what Mr. Li's family likes?" ”

Li Xuchun said: "It's the youngest daughter of the third family." ”

Meng Shouyu raised his eyebrows: "Jiuli? ”

Li Xuchun nodded and said, "Exactly!" ”

"It's understandable to use a calligraphy and painting that is not genuine to offer ugliness, but if you use it to propose, I'm afraid it's still far away!"

A majestic man's voice suddenly came from the door, and when he looked at it, he saw a short and fat old man walking with a figure-eight step, and on his right back, followed by the same short and fat boy.

One old and one young, as if carved out of a mold.

As soon as the short and fat old man came in, he immediately attracted a lot of restlessness. This old man's name is Zhang Tairuo, his real name is not very famous, but his pen name is resounding in most of China.

Dusty.

A master of writing martial arts novels.

The little land tanhua in his pen is known to everyone.

The contradiction between Zhang Tairuo and Li Xuchun stems from the latter's rhetoric: martial arts novels are not literature. This incident caused a lot of uproar back then, and in the end, it was the state management who intervened to mediate.

Authors of traditional literature are more or less despised, and some look down on authors of non-traditional literature. Just as the authors of today's traditional literature look at the authors of online articles, no, the latter can't even be called authors, they can only be called writers.

"Xiao Yong, show our dowry."

Daniel Zhang, the young fat man in the back, immediately removed the long strip-like thing from his shoulder when he heard it, and slowly unfolded it after taking it away, and a landscape painting scroll appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"This ...... This is the true work of the poet king Wang Tuchuan "Bright Moon Drunk Rivers and Mountains"? ”

"It must be true, the Dust Master bought it three years ago, and it cost more than sixteen million at that time."

"Wouldn't the Mortal Master also come to propose?"

"Such a big spend, it must be true."

“……”

When everyone was speculating, Zhang Tairuo said loudly: "That's right, I also fell in love with the third daughter of Ru Jingxian's nephew." ”

His words were like a bomb that fell into a dung pit...... This description is so much, like a match falling into the gasoline, instantly igniting the whole scene.

Qiao Yu is now refining qi at the third level, and his ears are far beyond the reach of people, although he is sitting in the distance, he is listening to everyone's words.

Mu Shujie ran over at the beginning, and when she heard Zhang Tairuo intervening in the back, she ran back to taunt Qiao Yu.

"I'm here to rob your girlfriend, and it's millions and tens of millions as soon as people make a move. You have less than a thousand pieces in your body, why don't you run away while people are not looking? ”

Escape?

Qiao Yu laughed.

Aren't they just two calligraphy and paintings with some value?

No big deal.

He got up and tapped Mu Shujie's nose and said, "When I come back from a trip to the toilet, I will immediately become a man wearing pants!" ”