A spring rain is still falling in Nanjing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, the rain is not as dense as when it just fell last night, and you only need to hold an oil-paper umbrella to ensure that you will not be caught in the rain. If water is the blood of Jiangnan towns, then this hazy smoke and rain is probably the heavy makeup and light makeup of Jiangnan towns.

In the distance, Zhongshan Mountain, Qixia Mountain, Shogunate Mountain, Jilong Mountain, Yuhuatai, and the verdant mountains have layers of smoke rising, shrouding these large and small mountains around Nanjing City in a dream world that is both real and illusory. The Temple of Heaven and the Martyrs' Shrine built on Zhongshan Mountain, from the perspective of the city, look like fairy clouds, as if it has really become a fairyland on earth in myths and legends.

Jiangnan has a lot of smoke and rain, so the town at the beginning of the construction of more than a lot of consideration of drainage, plus Jiangnan has always been a place of wealth, to the Southern Song Dynasty is because of the southward shift of the economic center, Jiangnan has become the richest place in the whole world, a large amount of money gathered in the Jiangnan more than ten state capitals, so that these state capitals in the construction of urban infrastructure will not hesitate to spend money.

All the Jiangnan prefectures are paved with bluestone slabs, not to mention, even the city walls themselves are made of blue bricks, so as to avoid the whole street from becoming a quagmire when it rains, and the rammed earth city walls have to be repaired every once in a while because of the rain.

Walking on the bluestone streets of Nanjing, white-walled and black-tiled houses are lined up along the street on both sides, and the shops along the street are constantly shouting and shouting.

It's just that obviously Ye Yingwu is not in such a good mood, because obviously he really underestimated the physical strength of the two girls, Hui Niang and Gesang, almost all the shops on both sides of the street have to go in for a walk, and there is such a rich man behind him, so he doesn't have the slightest intention of bargaining, as long as he likes it, he will buy it directly, Xiao Yangzi and Wu Chucai followed behind with big bags and small bags, and their faces were also bitter, but after all, this is for His Majesty and the ladies, so they don't dare to really shout.

In the end, Ye Yingwu was kind enough to let them directly call a carriage to follow behind.

Heavenly Street is the usual name of the people of all dynasties for the avenue that leads directly to the palace city, so the Suzaku Street in Nanjing City has been called "Heavenly Street" because it leads directly to the Daming Palace City. The status of Tianjie is actually similar to the combination of Chang'an Street and Wangfujing in later generations.

The shops that can be opened on both sides of Tianjie are naturally among the best stores in the entire Nanjing City and even in the entire Ming Dynasty, not more than ten years old, and they are embarrassed to say anything about opening shops here. Generally, only wealthy businessmen have the ability to buy a piece of land in Tianjie. It is not an exaggeration to say that both sides of this heavenly street are "every inch of land and every inch of gold".

The price of the land is placed here, and the prices sold in these shops are naturally genuine and expensive. Even if it is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there must be a few Xue Tao notes, a few good Hui ink, although it is not priceless, but in this ink, paper and inkstone, it is already a good one.

"At that time, when the Ministry of Industry re-planned Nanjing City, it was clearly proposed that the paving of bluestone streets should be based on the standard of not getting wet shoes on rainy days." Hui Niang walked in front, her slender snow-white wrist holding an oil-paper umbrella, and her skirt fluttering gently in the wind, "In the further south, Pingjiang and Lin'an, there is a better saying, called 'embroidered shoes are not wet on rainy days', that is, even if the little girl's family wears embroidered shoes on this bluestone road, the shoes cannot be wet." ”

Gesang looked down at the receding street, and his pretty face showed a look of slight surprise, but he immediately raised his head and said expectantly: "It would be nice if one day Tubo could pave such a road directly from the place where the people live to the temple." This way, you don't have to worry about staining your white robes because of the mud on the ground. ”

"There will be a day." Hui Niang nodded without hesitation, "Since the husband has made a promise, it means that it will definitely come true." ”

With a smile on the corner of her lips, Gesang snorted, and Hui Niang grabbed her sleeve: "Look, the shop that sells calligraphy and paintings over there seems to be very lively." ”

This lively scene was originally new to Gesang, so although it was unfamiliar, her curiosity overcame the rest of the obstacles and ran over with Hui Niang. After all, there was Ye Yingwu behind the two of them with a group of killing embryos.

"Let's take a look, our store's new boutique today, the authentic works of the former Tang Wu Daozi, all new and old guest officials, you may wish to take a look when you pass by!" Two shopkeepers stood in front of the painting shop and shouted loudly. It's no wonder that so many people are crowding in.

Ye Yingwu shrugged his shoulders, no wonder it attracted so many people, after all, Wu Daozi's name is here, even if he doesn't understand calligraphy and painting, when he hears these three words, he probably can't help but walk over and take a look. Throughout the ages, things are rare and expensive, symbolizing the most high-end commodity gathering place of the Ming Dynasty, the Tianjie shops, if they are not cherished things, they will not take them out and shout, but they will cause jokes next door.

Just when Ye Yingwu was about to step forward to take a look at the true handiwork of Wu Daozi, a familiar figure suddenly came into view. Today is the day when hundreds of officials are resting, and standing in front of Ye Yingwu in a simple and simple robe is none other than Wen Tianxiang, the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty.

"Official ······ Ye Daguanren! Wen Tianxiang was clever and hurriedly changed his words.

"Wen Daguan!" Ye Yingwu also greeted with a smile.

Wen Tianxiang didn't come out alone, Ou Shi followed him, and his eldest son Wen Daosheng. Wen Daosheng is ten years old, and he is dressed like his father, although he is hiding under the Ou's umbrella, he has beautiful eyebrows and has the spirit of a jade tree in the wind.

Ye Yingwu couldn't help but sigh secretly, Wen Daosheng was also a talent. In history, at the age of seventeen, he followed his father to fight in the north and south, and finally died of illness before his ambition was unpaid. Thinking about what he was doing when he was seventeen years old, Ye Yingwu would feel a little ashamed even if he was thick-skinned.

In order to alleviate the contradiction between civil officials and military attachés, under Ye Yingwu's personal matchmaker, Wen Daosheng has already signed a marriage contract with Su Liuyi's eldest daughter, but because both of them are still young, the marriage will not be held until at least five or six years later. In history, Wen Daosheng was personally married by Emperor Song Gong to marry Su Liuyi's eldest daughter, and Ye Yingwu did this, which can be regarded as reconnecting this marriage in another time and space. And Ye Yingwu also believes that this loving couple will no longer have to be separated because of the war, the last one died of illness due to overwork, and the other followed her husband soon after because of too much thought.

"Dao Sheng has seen a big official!" Wen Daosheng didn't need his father to say, he simply bowed to Ye Yingwu.

Ye Yingwu suddenly laughed, picked up his robe casually, took off a jade pendant on the belt, grabbed Wen Daosheng's hand and let him hold it directly: "Good boy, this is for you." ”

"Great official, this must not be!" Wen Tianxiang and Ou Shi were both taken aback.

And Ye Yingwu smiled and waved his hand, this trick looks very cliché, but the effect it can play is not bad at all. At that moment, Ye Yingwu squatted down, looked at Wen Daosheng's somewhat panicked eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Daosheng, after a hundred years of so-and-so and Nai's father, I hope that you can support this piece of sky and take Daming to a more brilliant place, I don't know if you have confidence?" ”

Wen Tianxiang and Ou Shi were stunned, they didn't expect Ye Yingwu to say this abruptly.

And Wen Daosheng did not hesitate at all this time, and nodded solemnly directly.

Ye Yingwu stood up and patted Wen Daosheng on the shoulder, and then looked at Wen Tianxiang: "Song Rui, Daosheng is a good seedling, let him study hard, take the right path of the imperial examination in the future, and regain fame." ”

Wen Tianxiang is the minister of the dragon and the founder of the country, so Wen Daosheng has long had grace. However, in the eyes of the scholars and officialdom of this era, Enyin is still the light of the ancestors in the final analysis, and only the imperial examination and military merit are the right way to advance.

Therefore, at the beginning, Ye Yingwu used Enyin to supplement the training of the Xingguo Army, and many people from Jia Yidao's party have been slandering Ye Yingwu on the grounds of Enyin, adding to the blockage of Ye Yingwu's formation of the Tianwu Army, but at that time, because Jiang Wanli and his party were able to completely control Jiangnan West Road, Ye Yingwu was not hindered much. After all, looking at the entire Southern Song Dynasty at that time, except for Meng Hui, Wang Jian and Yu Jue, no one seemed to have achieved such a brilliant victory as the Xiangyang Victory.

Wen Tianxiang nodded, and the corners of Ou's eyes were already flashing with tears unconsciously, and he reached out and gently hugged his child. Being able to receive a jade pendant and personal encouragement from His Majesty of the current dynasty, she knew what it meant. It means that His Majesty really appreciates his own family and children, and it also means that His Majesty's trust and reliance on Wen Tianxiang has never weakened.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of dispute next to him.

I only heard Hui Niang's crisp voice sounded suddenly: "Wu Daozi's painting, very few in the world, the characteristics of its painting, is the six laws, Vientiane has, like a god wonderful pen, majestic rhyme, pen rhyme, its paintings are generally on the temple wall, but there are also paper scrolls in the world, but look at this scroll, is a picture of "Sending the Son of the Heavenly King", the style is very in line with the characteristics of Wu Daozi's meticulous outline, but compared to Wu Daozi, more Danqing taste, such as looking at the king of heaven here placket. ”

A group of onlookers looked in the direction of Hui Niang's finger, and the shopkeeper and the two guys who were still shouting just now had their faces sunk. Hui Niang said slowly: "The placket of the king here is meticulously outlined, quite the style of Wu Daozi, but the fluttering clothes from this placket down do not outline the details, and even directly rendered with cyan danqing, giving people a feeling of floating and lifelike, but in fact, looking at the rest of Wu Daozi's surviving paintings, there is no such style." ”

Before Hui Niang's words fell, the surrounding onlookers were discussing.

"What a sharp-toothed little lady, then tell me, whose picture is this?!" The shopkeeper finally couldn't help it and said coldly.

"That's it, little lady, tell me, whose work should this be?" A man shouted from the side.

"Well, this Hui Bao Zhai Li shopkeeper is known as a fiery eye, how can there be anything he can't recognize? Little lady, you better go home early. Another voice rang out, "Don't think you'll be here after reading two more books." ”

"How do you ······?" Gesang, who was standing behind Hui Niang, was suddenly a little angry, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed, Ye Yingwu shook his head with a smile, took a step forward, looked at the onlookers for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Since Hui Niang said so, there must be her reason, these noisy people, they will know what is wrong later." ”

Shopkeeper Li carefully stroked the scroll twice, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, please see, the texture of this painting paper and the color of the age are naturally heavy, and it is by no means able to be rendered by soaking in tea for a while, and because of the unfolding of the scroll, the edges of this scroll have natural wear and tear, and the size of the gaps is different. ”

Hui Niang didn't give those onlookers a chance to answer this time, and said without hesitation: "Yes, although this picture scroll is not made by Wu Daozi, it should also be a remnant of the Tang Dynasty picture scroll." Presumably, everyone who knows how to paint knows that Wu Daozi is the grandmaster of painting in the Tang Dynasty, but he is by no means a person with a strange temper, especially in cultivating apprentices, it can be said that he has worked hard, so many of Wu Daozi's many apprentices have learned the skills of the master. Among these apprentices, there is a person named Han Qiu, who was originally a person who studied Danqing, and later switched to Wu Daozi's disciples, especially good at Taoist and Buddhist paintings. It is quite the style of Wu Daozi, but after all, the foundation is Danqing, so I like to use Danqing to render when painting. ”

Including Shopkeeper Li, everyone was dumbfounded.

And Hui Niang looked around and said unhurriedly: "So this painting should be made by Han Qiu in the name of his master, if it weren't for the fact that the clothes of the Heavenly King exposed a trace of its characteristics, it would be enough to be fake." Rao is so, the treasure value of this painting is still not low, after all, Wu Daozi's paintings still have survivors, but Han Qiu's paintings have been lost in the war, and it is a blessing in life to see this painting today."

In the end, Hui Niang finally gave the shopkeeper Li a step down, but the shopkeeper Li did not want to get off the donkey down the slope at all, after all, being exposed by such a young girl in public, for him it was tantamount to a slap in the face directly, and in the future, this Hui Bao Zhai will not be able to raise his head on the heavenly street, even if there is really any real work of the former Tang Wu Daozi, I am afraid that the shopkeeper Li will not dare to take out his hand.

Taking a step forward at the moment, Shopkeeper Li said in a cold voice: "You little lady, why are you talking nonsense here!" The old man has more than 30 years of eyesight, how can he not see the mystery of this painting? Just by your words, can it be said that it is fake? ”

The surrounding guests whispered again, after all, this little lady is reasonable on the one hand, and the eyesight and reputation of Shopkeeper Li for thirty years are on the other.

"Shopkeeper, this painting is at a great price, and I bought it." Ye Yingwu sighed secretly in his heart and stepped forward.

"This painting is based on Wu Daozi's authentic works, and it should be worth 200,000 yuan!" Shopkeeper Li said coldly, obviously he also saw that Ye Yingwu and this little lady were together, and now he just stood up to avoid causing trouble, so he didn't plan to give him a good face at all.

Behind Ye Yingwu, Wu Chucai, Xiao Yangzi and others all changed their faces, and on the second floor of the restaurant on the opposite street, several men in cloth clothes had already stood up, and some pedestrians walking back and forth on the street also slowed down.

As long as Ye Yingwu gives an order, the guards and six doors on the surrounding streets can directly pounce on and tear down this Huibao Zhai.

Ye Yingwu looked at Shopkeeper Li with a smile: "You dare to sell a fake painting for 200,000 yuan?" ”

Shopkeeper Li snorted, and just wanted to speak, Xiao Yangzi and they had already coaxed: "That's it!" Too much deception, too much deception! ”

Most of the onlookers around came to see the excitement, and they all shouted directly to the voice.

Shopkeeper Li suddenly stagnated, and said in a weak voice: "Okay, okay, you can take 100,000 yuan!" ”

Ye Yingwu stretched out his hand with a smile, and Xiao Yangzi hurriedly handed over 100,000 silver tickets.

It's just that when the shopkeeper Li saw the silver ticket, his face suddenly sank: "This guest officer, I'm really sorry." The small shop only recognizes Daming Yongle Tongbao, or real money, your silver ticket, we don't accept it. ”

Slightly stunned, Ye Yingwu said coldly: "Daming has been issuing silver tickets for several months, why don't you accept silver tickets?" ”

"This ······" Shopkeeper Li hesitated for a moment, waved his hand and said, "If you don't accept it, you won't accept it, I'm afraid you won't know if you explain it." If you don't believe it, if you ask about the smaller share on the street this day, you can still recognize it in each store, but you will not recognize any store if you have 100,000 yuan! (To be continued.) )