And only a few calligraphers with a slightly impression of the name, the problem is that the education that this son received in the past years is high, with Yan Zhenqing as the idol of struggle, so, the other calligraphers are really not familiar, so it is impossible to know whether their works are genuine.

Among these calligraphy and paintings, the more appreciative of this son is the "Lanting Collection Preface" and "Declaration Table", it seems that this year, the real handwriting is not easy to do, think about it, if the dignitaries see these people's calligraphy works, do not buy them back for a lot of money to cherish and appreciate, or show off to others, where may there be such a black shop to keep the authentic handiwork.

At the moment when my son was appreciating and appreciating, a middle-aged man with a long beard and a rich man who seemed to know that he should be the shopkeeper had already walked to my side and said to me with a pleasant and amiable smile. "The little one has seen this son, I don't know if the son came to our store to find pen, ink, paper and inkstone, or did he want to choose some things for copywriting?"

Talking in his mouth, but those eyes have been staring at the folding fan I am playing with, it seems that this old guy has very vicious eyes, not a kind person, think about it, what kind of good bird can be able to preside over the overall situation in the black shop, maybe the first knife of this famous black shop in Luoyang, the eastern capital of the Great Sui, is this product.

"Do you have a painter here who is good at painting plants and trees?" Ben Gongzi folded the fan, then patted it in his palm, continued to look at the shop, and asked casually with a very hung look. *a* book* read* novel xstxt

"This son, you can ask the right person, there are several painters enshrined in the small shop, in the eastern capital of Luoyang, but they are all considered this ......" The shopkeeper gave me a thumbs up. Dare to ask the son looking for a painter, what do you want? ”

"My son wants to find a skilled painter and ask him to paint a picture on this fan, so that it can match the verses on this fan." I smiled indifferently, and then, rather cautiously, as if guarding against a thief, I handed the folding fan in my hand into the hands of the shopkeeper.

It seems that this guy doesn't know how to do it, so he held it in the palm of his hand and looked around and didn't know how to open it, so he could only pick it up with four fingers and use one force, and with a bang, the folding fan was perfectly unfolded again. Don't underestimate this action, this is after enjoying the performances of those Sven beasts, it left a very strong impression on this son, so he went home and bought a folding fan, and practiced hard for a night or two to have such a chic fan opening action.

"This ...... Dare to ask this son, I don't know which calligrapher's handwriting is on this face? It seems that the old shopkeeper is also a calligraphy connoisseur, and after seeing the handwriting of this son on the fan, the eyes that were originally squinted very small because of the smile suddenly widened like a goldfish with big eyes.

At this time, it turned out that a middle-aged man who came here and seemed to be going to buy calligraphy and paintings and go back to his home to fill the façade also came over. His eyes fell on the fan of this son, and after seeing the verses on the fan, he first looked puzzled, and then shook his head and whispered: "The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time." The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night. The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed. It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep......"

And when he was heard reciting the verses, the gold owners who had been scattered in this black shop had gathered around at some point, all with dull expressions and straight eyes, and one of them was holding a Chow Chow, an old man in Chinese clothes about seventy years old, who had almost clubbed his eyes on the fan.

"Such a good sentence, this kind of calligraphy, I don't know which unborn famous master's work?" The old man, who was about seventy years old, raised his head for a long time and looked at me seriously, I have to say that this old man is very imposing, with thick eyebrows and eyes, although his beard and hair are white, but he is full of energy, and it is completely like a posture that can jump up and play a big knife at any time. However, the golden Chow Chow that he was holding in his hand was extremely fat, and the golden Chow Chow with its tail frequently sticking out its tongue and waving its tail really damaged the overall image of the old man.

And it should be in a high position for a long time, because he spoke very kindly, and behind him, there were four people with solemn faces, full of energy, four people, except for the two people near him, whose eyes fell on me, the other two were looking around vigilantly without slackness, no matter how they looked, they looked like four senior bodyguards, at least at the Zhongnanhai level.

Standing behind my buttocks, Li Yuanfang compared to them, although the threat of his body was more than the previous four. However, as far as his grinning appearance and demeanor are concerned, there is really no comparison.

"The old man praised it falsely, this is just a game for the younger generation." I Shi Shiran saluted this old man, and then said very calmly.

As soon as these words came out, the old man hissed and inhaled as if someone had thrown a handful of peppers into his mouth, and his eyes were as wide as goldfish hanging from his neck with a fishing line.

And the audience next to them also had the same expressions, all of them were full of disbelief, like a group of poor ghosts who saw that their accomplices around them had turned into rich and handsome.

"This, this...... How can it be. The shopkeeper stammered like a high-speed rail tunnel.

"The knot is square and dense, the strokes are horizontal and vertical, the pen is strong and round, and the momentum is solemn and majestic. This kind of pen power, not thirty or fifty years can have such an achievement? The old man didn't believe it. After taking a few deep breaths, the old man rolled his eyes, his eyes were shining, and his momentum increased sharply, as if even his body had become taller.

"Juniors don't lie." I looked at this old man calmly, anyway, this son even saw the future emperor of the Tang Empire and called him a brother, are you still afraid that you will not succeed? Besides, questioning the character of this son is really infuriating, is there no prodigy in this world? Is it not permissible for a young man to have maturity and accomplishments beyond his age? Although my son is more than forty years old before and after, now, I can touch my white and smooth face and proudly tell everyone that I am a beautiful year, uh, a versatile, talented, and unparalleled beautiful boy in the world.

"Who are you, dare to deceive my king like this......" Hearing my words, the old man didn't open his mouth yet, the bodyguard next to him who was nearly forty years old glared, and his hand pressed the handle of the knife on his waist and suddenly shouted, but as soon as the old man raised his hand, he asked him to swallow the second half of the words back, well, it seems that he swallowed very unpleasantly, and he choked and coughed several times, he deserved it!

"Woohoo!" I dizzy, the bodyguard shouted loudly, the Chow Chow next to the old man's buttocks barked very cooperatively, the tail wagged quickly, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a dog fights people, but it seems to be flattering, it seems that this dog also belongs to the best goods that thieves from the family will only wag their tails to please, and they want peace and don't fight.