Wen Sheng has no preference for tea, so he just wants his cousin to make an idea.

Li Congwu, as a native of Lishui, had heard the name of Guiyanlou for a long time, and he tried to ask: "I heard that you have a 'general tea' here?" ”

The man replied respectfully: "It is boiled with the black tea of Baizhou and the cinnamon and white chrysanthemum, and the water used to boil the tea is taken from the upper reaches of the Jingou River in the south of the city, guest officer, you know the Zhuangzi of the general of the Jingou River......"

Wen Sheng waved his hand and interrupted the guy's gushing introduction: "That's it." ”

The man answered, and seeing that she had no other orders, he stepped back and served the tea.

Wen Sheng didn't let that guy talk much, because the young master Bai Lin next door was already impatient, although Fang Cai just made a cold sound, and there was no other movement, but Wen Sheng could feel the other party's irritability.

Wen Sheng thought that if she wanted to do something quietly, but someone kept making noise on the side, she probably wouldn't have any good feelings.

At this time, there were only two of them on the third floor of the entire Guiyan Building.

Wen Sheng stood up, leaned in front of the screen, and quietly peeked through the gap in the screen to the next door.

Li Congwu followed, he really admired his cousin's boldness, so he simply followed suit, and also lay down and found a place to peek.

But I saw that the window next door was open, and there was a long table near the window, which was full of pen, ink, pen and inkstone, and a person stood by the table, wearing a snow-blue smock, with a dark silk around the waist, looking at the back and standing jade, it would not be too old to be able to dress up, and it must be the painting idiot Young Master Bai.

Li Congwu gritted his teeth secretly, I heard that he was secretly painting beauties here every day, but it turned out to be true!

Wen Sheng had already seen it clearly, and when he saw his cousin gritting his teeth beside him, he couldn't help but laugh, pulled off his shirt, and motioned for him to go back and sit down, and the guy outside brought tea.

Li Congwu sent his men away, poured a cup of tea, and delivered it to his cousin with his own hands.

This "general tea" is not cheap, the orange-red tea in the cup is rich in color, and the snow-white and golden chrysanthemum is small, constantly swirling in the water, and the lining is very good-looking.

Li Congwu whispered: "Okay, people have seen it, let's go home after drinking tea." ”

Wen Sheng propped his arms on the table, supported his forehead with his hands, leaned there in a very leisurely and comfortable posture, raised his eyes and smiled at Li Congwu, suddenly sighed faintly, and said in a boring tone: "I thought I could see any decent paintings, who knows that the rumors in the market are not credible, today this Guiyanlou is in vain, it's just that, try this general's tea, maybe it's in vain." ”

Wen Sheng has been deliberately suppressing his voice to speak, and his voice is not loud, but Bai Lin next door is far from being separated by a screen, and he will definitely hear it really.

Li Congwu was taken aback, his cousin went to offend Bai Dianshi's son for no reason, what did he want to do? It is said that the young master Bai has a strange temperament, who knows how he will react when he listens to his cousin's naked/naked slap in the face?

He was so anxious that he looked at him again and again: "How good is that painting......

Wen Sheng chuckled lightly, did not answer, but looked left and right and said: "Let's go!" ”

Li Congwu breathed a sigh of relief and stood up: "Oh, good. ”

He couldn't wait to leave quickly, as long as he left Guiyan Tower, Young Master Bai couldn't find anyone even if he wanted to take revenge.

He didn't know what the people next door heard, Wen Sheng's laughter was harsher than many mean words, was it disdainful or not worth mentioning? Could it be that the autumn scene of appreciating chrysanthemums that was praised by others was like a piece of in the eyes of the other party, and he needed to pinch his nose first to evaluate it?

Wen Sheng drank tea, stood up slowly, walked out of the private room with his front feet, and heard someone behind him say, "Two of you stay." ”

Wen Sheng turned around, only to see a gray-clothed old man with a gloomy face standing at the door of the private room next door, dressed like a housekeeper or something, but his expression was full of arrogance.

Li Congwu was startled, he had only been snooping for a long time, but he didn't find that there was such a person in the next room.

The other party's face was not good, and he was naturally in front of him as an elder brother, Li Congwu showed a look of vigilance and stepped forward: "What's the matter?" ”

The gray-clothed old man looked at the brother and sister, stared at Wen Sheng intently, carefully examined her from head to toe, and frowned, "Are you from Lishui local?" Which one? What do you call the elders in the family? ”

Li Congwu hit the idea of smearing oil on the soles of his feet, for fear that his cousin would not be able to hold his breath and tell the truth as soon as he asked, so he hurriedly hugged his fists and said first: "My surname is Zhao, and I live in Luli Hutong in the east of the city." ”

A smile flashed in Wen Sheng's eyes, he didn't expect this cousin to be thick and fine, and at this time, he didn't forget to put Zhao Yuanwai together.

Sure enough, the other party misunderstood: "Luli Alley? Zhao Shandao Zhao Yuanwai is your ......"

Wen Sheng didn't want to have anything to do with the surnamed Zhao anymore, so he intercepted his cousin's words: "Everyone meets in Pingshui, why bother asking about the origin of the name?" We have nothing to do with Zhao Yuanwai. My husband has something to say. ”

A trace of unhappiness flashed in the eyes of the gray-clothed old man, he was an old servant of Baifu, serving Bai Dian for more than ten years, watching his young master grow up, in Lishui, there was no one who didn't know him, even Zhao Shandao himself had always been polite when he saw him.

Originally, Bai Lin went out with only one scholar, but during this time, for some reason, there were always some irrelevant people who came to disturb him for some reason, and his words revealed the intention of marrying a daughter, which made Bai Linyuan annoyed, so he came out to block some mundane affairs for the young master, so that he could concentrate on painting.

The gray-clothed old man sank his face: "I don't know how thick the sky is when I am young, I came here to talk about it, and when the vulgar villager can't even eat, how can I understand the wonder of my young master's paintings, and don't leave quickly?" ”

The guy heard the voice and rushed to serve, and was glared at by the old man in gray: "I'm going to ask the shopkeeper Wu, what's going on in Guiyan Tower?" All mud legs are collared up! ”

The guy was shocked when he heard this, and quickly glanced at Wen Sheng to plead guilty.

Wen Sheng was not angry, and said with a smile: "The old man was angry, it turned out that he didn't follow the painting that flattered Bai Gongzi, hehe, I was rude." I don't like to say things that go against my heart, and I want Haihan to be offended. ”

She insisted that she was just telling the truth, and the autumn scene of appreciating chrysanthemums was unbearable, so that it seemed that the other party was not only not self-contained, but also bullied.

Bai Linyuan in the private room couldn't listen to it anymore, and said coldly: "Then Lao, tell me in detail, what's wrong with my painting?" ”

Things are like this, and it is absolutely difficult for Wen Sheng not to say that he is ugly.

But this is exactly what Wen Sheng wants, she said slowly: "Since Bai Gongzi wants to know, then I will briefly mention a few words, this autumn scene of appreciating chrysanthemums is full of ingenuity and lacks charm." Looking at it, it can be seen that the person who painted this painting is uninteresting in his eyes and ruthless in his heart, and if he continues like this, it will be difficult to achieve anything in painting for the rest of his life. ”