"The third child, you *** exploded, when will you do this, you teach your brother." Looking at Zheng Shuang and Teacher Feng, who were dragged out by the security guards, Su Le laughed without sympathy.

"Wouldn't you be more direct to my teacher?" Liu Shengzhi said that Su Le didn't have the temperament to learn and appreciate at all, and asked rhetorically.

"Forget it then." Su Le suddenly looked like a deflated ball, it was better to find Old Master Kong than to kill him.

"This is, this is Su Shi's inkstone." Teacher Zhao, who stayed behind, suddenly exclaimed, looking at the inkstone that Liu Sheng placed on the exhibition table with an incredible expression.

Although Su Shi is not as good as Mi Fu as good as life, but also love inkstone, has collected many famous inkstones, for the royal collection of later generations, now only two stone inkstones, respectively, preserved in the National Palace Museum in Taipei from the star inkstone and collected in the Chinese Museum of Baiyi inkstone, from no third-party inkstone inheritance.

"What Su Shi, who is Su Shi." Someone immediately asked in confusion.

"Stupid, Su Shi is Su Dongpo, you still ate Dongpo meat yesterday." The companions around him immediately looked at him with disdain, and they couldn't help but distance themselves from him.

"Teacher Zhao, you said that this is Su Shi's inkstone, right?" Although Ma Tianzuo is a son-in-law, he usually collects some antiques and has many experts, so he is not ignorant of the knowledge of antiques.

This inkstone is a plain rectangle, there are not too many traces of axe chisel, but the edge of the area is ground into an inkstone, as the purpose of grinding ink, the stone eyes around the body are spotted, like the twinkling stars in the firmament, and the ancient phase of the nebula map is similar, the whole body is fish brain jelly and banana leaf white two kinds of intertwined, but at the edge is engraved a line of inscription poem - if life is only as first seen.

"Does Ma Gongzi think this is a fake?" Teacher Zhao asked rhetorically, gently pushing his glasses with his hand, and the elegance of his body loomed.

"Isn't it, this poem was written by Nalan Xingde." Ma Tianzuo pointed to the inscription poem on the edge and said confidently, as if he had found ironclad evidence.

Nalan Xingde, the word Rongruo, formerly known as Chengde, is a native of the Manchu Zhenghuang Banner, a native of Lengjiashan, a prominent family, and the son of Nalan Pearl of Kangxi University in the Qing Dynasty. A famous lyricist in the early Qing Dynasty, indifferent by nature, with the ambition of floating clouds, was deeply valued by Emperor Kangxi, and the inscription poem on the stone inkstone is the poem in the "Magnolia Flower Order" written by him in mourning for his deceased wife.

"It's just an inscription poem, what's all the fuss, can't it be added later." Teacher Zhao shook his head and did not agree with Ma Tianzuo's statement.

"But..." Ma Tianzuo frowned, a little hesitant, not knowing how to refute Teacher Zhao.

In his impression, the ancient literati and inkmen loved the ancient inkstone very much, and if they got it, they would definitely regard it as a treasure, and they would not allow the slightest damage, so how could they inscribe poems on it. It's just that Mr. Zhao also has a certain amount of truth in what he said, who stipulates that future generations cannot inscribe poems on ancient inkstones.

"Ma Gongzi, what I said has a certain basis, this inkstone is recorded in the archives of the Ming Dynasty's inner government, and the things that are inherited in an orderly manner were once given to Nalan by Emperor Kangxi, but when he died, he took it back. It's just that the Eight-Nation Coalition Army entered the capital and was lost from the Qing Palace in the war, but I didn't expect to experience hundreds of years of wind and rain, and now it is here. Teacher Zhao recalled with emotion.

"That's not right, it's a great disrespect to inscribe a poem on something given by the royal family, and if you can't get it, you want to connect the nine clans, isn't Nalan Xingde afraid?" Ma Tianzuo raised his own questions.

"Hehe, at that time, Nalan Xingde inscribed a poem on the stone inkstone, and was also commended by Emperor Kangxi, saying that Nalan Xingde is a person of great affection, and the tragic words are not as good as this." Teacher Zhao explained. "It's just that things are very secretive, and there are very few people who know the Tao, and my grandfather is one of them."

"Tragic words?" Ma Tianzuo immediately followed the edge of the stone inkstone to find it, as if he wanted to find another inscription poem.

"Ma Gongzi, you don't have to look for it, although the inscription poem is on the stone inkstone, but it is not visible, how can you see it, if you pour a glass of water on it, you will see a picture, and on the picture is Su Shi's inscription poem.

"Really?" Ma Tianzuo perked up, looked up and found Liu Sheng and Su Le listening to their comments next to him, blushing with some embarrassment. "This..."

"Hehe, please find a glass of water for Ma Gongzi, I'm not familiar with this place, I didn't expect that there would be pictures on this inkstone, I also want to see it." Liu Sheng looked at Ma Tianzuo's embarrassment, and immediately spoke out to relieve the siege.

"Thank you." Ma Tianzuo glanced at Liu Sheng gratefully, and immediately ordered the waiter to fetch a glass of water.

The waiter came back with the newly taken water from Yuquan Mountain, Liu Sheng took the clear water, and slowly poured it into the inkstone of the stone inkstone, with the increase of clear water, the shallow inkstone began to overflow the water, gradually infiltrating the surface of the entire stone inkstone, a painting version of "Tianjingsha Autumn Thought" gradually became clear, withered vines, old trees, jackdaws in the dusk, a poet riding a thin horse, haggard and hesitant face, holding a pot of turbid wine in his hand, gazing at his hometown, the painting style is hearty, free and bold, not sticking to the form, Su Shi's painting style is extremely consistent, and there are poems on it that are "ten years of life and death", and the words "Zizhan" and "Dongpo".

"This is Su Dongpo's work, he actually painted on the stone?" Ma Tianzuo screamed, after a long time of contact with antiques, he naturally knows the preciousness of Su Shi's works, and his student Huang Tingjian's works can exceed 100 million, not to mention the creation of such a hidden painting in the stone, its value can be imagined.

"The historical record is true, grandfather, you really didn't lie to me." Teacher Zhao muttered to himself, and a line of tears did not feel like it was flowing down his cheeks.

"Su Le, this is your friend, I don't know what Mr. Lu Dao is called?" Ma Tianzuo asked eagerly, and a thick checkbook appeared in his hand.

"My surname is Liu, if you want to buy this square inkstone, then you don't have to, I won't sell it." Liu Sheng immediately refused, he didn't have the heart to ink with him, and he was still thinking about how to return it, after all, things were too precious, and he just regarded things as ordinary Song Yan at that time.

"Mr. Liu, don't be busy refusing first, how about I give 50 million?" Ma Tianzuo said anxiously.

"Not for sale."

"100 million, if you are still too little, we can still discuss." Ma Tianzuo is a little unsuccessful and does not give up, this Su Shi Duan Yan is determined to win, because an elder who is very important to him loves the four treasures of the study, especially antiques.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ma, I won't sell it for as much as you pay, this is an elder of mine, and I'm ready to return it." Liu Sheng was a little annoyed by Ma Tianzuo's entanglement, and asked the waiter for a clean cotton cloth to wipe the water traces on the stone inkstone, and the picture on it was immediately hidden and put back in the brocade box.

"You..." Ma Tianzuo's face was a little gloomy, no one had rejected him so many times and twice, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

"Okay, second brother, your business is done, send me back." After speaking, Liu Sheng didn't take Ma Tianzuo in his eyes at all, turned around and walked outside.

"Ma Gongzi, I advise you not to beat my brother's idea, if you dare, I, Lu Liuliang, and Peng Hai don't recommend touching you, besides, his teacher is Master Kong, and Yang Lao also values him very much." Su Le Zhidao was a good-natured son like Ma Tianzuo, and reminded with a slight threat.

"Alas, the third child, you wait for me." Su Le saw that Liu Sheng had already gone away, and immediately chased after him.

"Hmph." Ma Tianzuo's face became more and more gloomy, and he was so frightened that the surrounding sons didn't dare to say a word, and only after a few minutes did he suppress the unwillingness in his heart.

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Located at the southern foot of Wuyi Mountain, Tancheng is one of the five oldest counties in Fujian Province, and has been famous for its history, especially in the Song Dynasty, as the "House of Books" and the "Famous State of Science". It is adjacent to Songxi and Zhenghe in the east, Jian'ou and Shunchang in the south, Shaowu and Luster in the west, Wuyi Mountain and Pucheng in the north, and is famous in the province for "the granary of northern Fujian", "tea and fruit base" and "Linhai Bamboo Township".

That Su Shi Duanyan Liu Sheng still did not succeed, but came to the production place of the famous Yaobian Tianmu glazed tea cup non-stop.

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