The emperor was weak and sick, and the party struggle was also hot, and the ministers and eunuchs were engaged in a desperate contest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info In any case, there is only a good year after a good year, and even the emperor's condition has been alleviated, and all parties have taken the opportunity to take a breath and accumulate strength.

Liu Cheyan lowered his head, but his voice was not frightened, "Uncle tested me." ”

Liu Xi also had a smile in his eyes, "Tell me, what should I test you?" ”

"I lived in my father's house for ten years, my father-in-law has no skills in business, as long as my uncle is there, gold and silver are rolling in, but he has a good eye in this life, and he has a good eye for the world, and his uncle appreciates him and sends me to his knees to serve filial piety, and he also wants me to learn his skills. Now he is dizzy from old age, and my uncle has not succeeded in my studies. ”

"You are very clever, and it is not in vain that I took you out and bothered to pave the way for you. Now that it's clear, don't go around the bend with me, it's not easy for me to get out of the palace. Liu Xi was very satisfied with his choice.

Liu Cheyan got up and watched "Three Friends of the Cold Year" closely, and did not jump to a conclusion, and only returned to his seat after a stick of incense, "Uncle loves Zhao Zigu's paintings very much, but I am afraid that I will disappoint my uncle, this is an imitation." ”

Liu Xi laughed and said with a good eye, "It seems that you have not stayed in the Liu family as a filial son in vain these years, this painting is indeed an imitation, but it is better than Zhao Zigu's skills, and it is a masterpiece worth collecting." Guess where it came from? ”

Liu Cheyan raised his eyes, with just the right amount of humility, "My nephew doesn't know, but isn't my uncle angry?" Someone dared to deceive his uncle by pretending to be the real one. ”

"The person who sent the painting has already said that it is an imitation, but I know that I like to collect Zhao Zigu's works, as a New Year's gift to express my heart. Suzhou films are famous all over the world for fake and real, I have seen a few in the early years, but I feel that it is exaggerated, it is obviously a shoddy thing, deceiving some local wealth and tyrants, I can't imagine that it can become a climate now, and the fake can be better than the real one. I heard that there are a number of people who made a fortune by making Suzhou films, and they seem to have heads and faces. From ancient times to the present, all dynasties and generations have strictly grasped the people who forged antiquities, how did they come to our dynasty, but instead became famous in the world, made a fortune, and can still be desirable? Sure enough, because the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, Jiangnan is different. ”

Liu Cheyan was a little unsure of the tone of his uncle's words, and said tentatively, "Does my uncle want my little nephew to push the handle?" Let the imperial court regain its authority and strictly investigate counterfeit merchants. ”

"You don't have to, even if you move the people, all you catch is dried shrimp, and the big fish have their own backers, and they can't hurt the roots. Moreover, to say that forgery is imitation, that buying and selling is voluntary, and that gift-giving is decent, and that it is as cunning as a loach. I just sighed, Jiangnan is a talented man, if someone appreciates this kind of brushwork, not to mention a generation of famous artists, it will also be famous, but there can only be through the nameless little painters. ”

Liu Xi spoke for a while, and left a painting before leaving, "Deal with it well, this is Zhao Zigu's real handiwork." ”

Liu Cheyan responded respectfully, and kept sending Liu Xi out of the house before asking, "Uncle, who gave you this painting?" ”

"Wu Shangshu. His second son runs his own business, and there is a shop called ......" Liu Xi thought for a while, "Mogu Zhai." In Beijing, it is naturally not as good as the Liu family's Hengbaotang, but it is one of the best calligraphy and painting shops in the south of the Yangtze River. ”

"Jingshi Moguzhai's business is also thriving, and Hengbaotang is only slightly better because of his uncle's care." Liu Cheyan never forgot to mention Liu Xi's merits at all times.

Liu Xi smiled and got into the sedan chair.

It is not easy to say that it is not easy to get out of the palace, but the battle is not small, and there are two columns of guards to escort it.

Liu Cheyan stood for a long time, until Liu Xi's sedan chair turned around the corner of the street before returning to the house, and said to the cronies beside him, "Seal two hundred taels of silver and send it to Gonggong He." ”

The steward went.

Father-in-law He is Liu Xi's confidant, and if he hadn't sent a message to Liu Cheyan in advance, Liu Cheyan wouldn't have been able to tell whether the painting was real or fake. Of course, he is not stupid, and he is not usually lazy, he just feels that there is no need to learn any appreciation.

"Big brother, is your uncle gone?" A girl dressed like a flower jumped into Liu Cheyan's arms and pouted her red lips.

Her name is Liu Mo'er, and she is Liu Wei's youngest daughter.

Liu Cheyan pinched her chin coldly and said with force, "What's the matter, you want to play with me in the middle of the day?" ”

Liu Mo'er's face was not red, and her eyes were flattering, "What's wrong with the big day?" Last day, you went to Aunt Ping's place to play with her for an hour. She can, can't I? ”

There were two or three girls cleaning in the garden, and Liu Mo'er's voice was unrestrained, but none of them were curious or frightened, what to do.

Liu Cheyan saw it in his eyes, and the disdain in his expression was even stronger.

The only clean person in this house has fled.

He lowered his head, grabbed Liu Mo'er's deliberately red and plump lips, and kissed and sucked her without pity, until her whole person collapsed in the crook of his arm, and her coquettishness turned into begging for mercy and pain, and his little hand clenched his fist and beat and beat him, and then he let go of the person, and looked coldly at the corner of his mouth that was bitten and bloodied.

Liu Mo'er touched it, saw the blood, did not panic but became angry, stomped her feet and said, "Brother is in a bad mood, what are you angry with me!" "It's a habit to be punished like this.

"It's not that I'm in a bad mood, but I warn you, I'm going to get married next month, let me be clear, don't play with a man who is not a husband as soon as you get married, if you are sent back to your parents' house like that, your mother's family will not be contained."

Liu's mansion is like his harem, from Liu Wei's concubine room to his daughter, from the big girl to the sweeping girl, he eats when he is happy.

But when it comes to the chaos in Liu's mansion, it doesn't start with him, but that the beam is not right.

Liu Wei's own flower name, as well as his wife, concubine and daughter as a tool for hospitality, led to his wife raising a man, concubines stealing people, male servants and maids casually climbing the master's bed, and Liu Cheyan just took over.

Liu Mo'er stuck out her tongue and ran away. Growing up in such a tutor, she didn't know what shame was, just wanted to be happy for a while. If you don't have a good time at this time, when can you be happy?

Of the five daughters of the Liu family, three are already concubines, and they are either important ministers or giants.

Liu Mo'er is the same, her husband is a salt merchant in Huzhou, and when she came to Liu's Mansion as a guest, she fell in love with her, and she could be a grandfather at the age of half a hundred. But so what? For more than ten years, I have been eating and living well, and I have no other ability, I can only rely on my beauty and young body, and I can also contribute to my mother's family, and in turn, make contributions, of course, I can also use my mother's family as a backer.

Liu Cheyan returned to the flower hall and stared at the painting "Three Friends of the Cold Year" for a long time.

He was indeed in a bad mood, and his uncle's visit made him think irrepressibly of the people who had fled from this house.

It's been three years, and there is no news of how many people have been sent out.

He once felt that he already had the power to cover the sky with one hand, but again and again, he felt frustrated in the same person.

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The fourth update. (To be continued.) )