"What are you arguing about, and who are you telling to get out?" A few ladies in Chinese clothes came over with folding fans, and when they saw that there was a bustle here, they hurriedly came over to join in the fun.

"There is a guy from the countryside, who claims to be Wusheng, who came to congratulate the old lady on his birthday, but he sent a fake painting made by the impostor Dong Qichang, and now everyone is telling him to get out." An acquaintance of the son of the brother introduced the situation to the latecomers.

"Wusheng in the countryside, where, I can't hear the word Wusheng the most now, let me see." Among the latecomers, there was a fat big fat man like a ball who heard Wusheng, and immediately became angry, and hurriedly pulled out the crowd and squeezed forward. At first glance, I couldn't help but be angry and happy. "Okay, you thief bird, you actually met the master here, it's really still the mountains don't turn around, there are encounters everywhere."

"Brother Gang, you know this person."

"Of course I know, but I don't just know." The fat man smiled cruelly, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his chin, where there was still a faint pain.

"It's really a joy to meet everywhere in life!" As soon as the fat man remembered the face he had lost in the tea shop halfway through, he felt a burst of anger in his heart. originally thought that the face he had lost would have no chance to get it back, but he didn't expect the retribution to be unhappy, so he found this guy again so quickly.

Liu Jun stood there and looked coldly at the cynicism of the crowd, for him, he didn't know much about calligraphy and painting, but he felt that this painting was very meaningful.

He didn't know the Xiangguang monk on the painting, but when it came to Dong Qichang's name, he must know it, and he was the most famous calligrapher and painter in the Ming Dynasty. However, everyone present said that Dong Jichang had never painted this painting, and Liu Jun did not know the authenticity. Even before he opened it, he had no idea what the old man had given him.

Suddenly, a person shouted loudly, "Friends of the Liu family, listen." ”

"I have a bit of a holiday with this guy who wants to mix in the birthday banquet with a fake painting as a gift, and now I want to calculate it, so please let me go."

The crowd waiting at the door to give gifts was amazed.

Someone asked, "Who is this?" ”

"Liu Dashuai's seventh son."

"Why haven't you seen it before?"

"Liu Dashuai was born in the concubine of Jingshina, and he has been in Beijing, I heard that he seems to be studying in Guozijian now."

People all made way of a passage, and Liu Qiao's seventh son, that is, the fat man who had been cleaned up by Liu Jun on the road, walked over triumphantly, followed by a group of sons and brothers, and seventeen or eighteen big men.

These big men are all dressed in short clothes, with green clothes and black boots, and they are holding short sticks with eyebrows in their hands.

The fat man arched his hand to the left and right, "Friends, don't bother me, I'm going to accompany you." ”

Saying that, he hugged his fists from left to right, and arched his hand from right to left, and then smiled brightly at Liu Jun, "Little thief, there is really a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door to hell for you to break in, you were afraid that you couldn't think that we would meet again so soon." ”

Everyone in the audience was a little strange, and they didn't know how this Liu Qigongzi had any grievances with this young man. But obviously, this young man is going to be unlucky, and many people are waiting to watch the show with schadenfreude.

The fat man said loudly to Liu Jun, "Little thief, this noon, you were arrogant on the road, why don't you continue to be arrogant now?" ”

A few of the other sons and brothers had also been beaten by Liu Jun on the road before, and at this time they shouted, "Little thief, aren't you very good at fighting, why are you a shrinking turtle now, but you are here to show off your fists and feet again?" ”

The fat man said proudly, "This little thief is not bad, otherwise, you compete with these slaves of mine, whether you win or lose, you offended us before, and came to the Liu family to deceive, I will not blame the past, let you leave." ”

The fat man had already calculated in his heart that the dozen or so strong men under him were not ordinary people, they were all young and strong members of the Liu family. No matter how difficult this kid is, he can fight with two fists and four hands, and he can beat more than a dozen people alone. Just take this opportunity to repair this little thief and let out a bad breath in my heart. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people here, he wouldn't have spared this guy so easily.

But after waiting for a while, I never heard the thief's response.

Liu Jun wasn't scared at this time, but he felt a little depressed. I worked hard all the way to Liu's house to recognize my relatives, and I wanted to get some light, but I didn't want to see a fat man who didn't like the lesson on the road before, but he was actually Liu Qiao's seventh son, and they were still cousins.

After thinking about it, Liu Jun said, "It was just a misunderstanding before, and I hope to turn hostility into jade silk and make peace more valuable." ”

The fat man took a few steps forward, approached Liu Jun, and said in a vicious whisper in his ear, "When you beat the master in the tea shop before, why didn't you say that peace is precious, but now you admit it?" Okay, fight with my men, win or lose, I'll forget it. ”

Liu Jun would never believe this, the other party's seventeen or eighteen wolf-like subordinates, no matter how good his martial arts are, he may be able to deal with three or five by one person, but it is a myth to say that he can deal with seventeen or eighteen.

Just as he was in a dilemma, suddenly a clear voice said, "What are you doing?" ”

As the voice rang out, a young man came over.

Judging a plainly dressed young man, dressed in a moon-white robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, although he was roughly the same as the previous group of boys, but it gave people a completely different feeling. The fat man holding the folding fan only gives people a sense of vulgarity, but the young man holding the folding fan has a feeling of being out of the dust.

"What a handsome son."

One muttered.

"This is the nephew of Li Gong, the son of Chunjiang."

"Childe Harujiang? He is Li Gong's nephew, Prince Chunjiang? Hearing this name, everyone couldn't help but be even more shocked, humane, "Chunjiang Gongzi had the name of a prodigy when he was a child, and at the age of twelve, he was the first in the county test and the hospital test, and he got the third yuan of the middle school. Otherwise, everyone said that the prince of Chunjiang is likely to be able to obtain the Huiyuan, and if he wins the champion again during the palace examination, it will be a big and small three yuan and six consecutive wins. ”

"I'm going to try it next year, shouldn't Prince Chunjiang prepare for the big competition in Beijing?"

"I heard that Gong Li has been in poor health recently, and Prince Chunjiang specially rushed back from Beijing to visit."

Someone explained, "Chunjiang Gongzi is the most talented, but also filial, his father is the third brother of Li Gong, Li Gong owes peace, he naturally rushed back as soon as possible." The four major families of Mei, Li, Zhou and Liu are married, and now that Mrs. Liu is on her birthday, he will definitely come to participate when he comes back. ”

Speaking of the name of Chunjiang Gongzi, most of them couldn't help but praise him, a genius-like figure. His uncle Li Changgeng was a four-part scholar, and he served as the secretary of the four books in the court, and finally returned to his hometown from the position of the secretary of the ministry. And Li Chunjiang is unanimously regarded by everyone as the most promising handsome show of the new generation of the Li family.

Although Liu Qi was very high-profile just now, when he saw Li Chunjiang, he couldn't help but wilt a little. Although this is the Liu family, he is the son of the Liu family, but his weight as the son of the Liu family is far inferior to Li Chunjiang.

The fat man Liu Gang was embarrassed to tell him about the arrogant beating on the way before, so he just stepped forward with a smile and said to Li Chunjiang that Liu Jun was holding a fake painting to deceive and wanted to blend into the Liu family's birthday banquet.

"A fake painting in the name of Dong Qichang?" Li Chunjiang glanced at Liu Jun, and saw that Liu Jun was not the kind of person who was wilting, standing there dignifiedly, and said, "What about the painting, bring it to me to see." ”

Everyone knows that the son of Chunjiang not only does a good job in Shiwen, but also does poetry and painting, both good poetry and fine calligraphy and painting.

At that moment, someone took the painting and unfolded it in front of Li Chunjiang.

As soon as Li Chunjiang saw the painting, the expression on his face was a little surprised, and he couldn't help but turn his head and look at Liu Jun again.

"It's true." Li Chunjiang carefully examined it for a long time and said leisurely.

"What?" The fat man was surprised, "Brother Gongji, you can see it more clearly." ”

"No need to look at it, I can assure you that this painting is indeed the authentic work of Mr. Dong Qichang." Li Chunjiang said slowly, "Most people have never seen this painting, or even heard of it. This picture of Guanshan Xueji is Dong Xuanzai's work two years ago, that is, the year of his death, so this painting is actually Dong Xuanzai's last masterpiece. I've had the pleasure of seeing this painting before, and it's really a straight line. ”

When the fat man heard Li Chunjiang's words, he also believed most of them. But I don't think it's right.

"If this is really Dong Qichang's direct trace, or a peerless work, wouldn't it be very precious?"

Li Chunjiang smiled, "Precious? Of course, this is precious, and in the eyes of those who like it, this painting is not worth much. And the longer this painting is preserved, the more precious it will become. ”

Li Chunjiang pointed to the scroll with admiration, "Look at this painting, the mountains and forests stretch endlessly. The mountains on the right are stacked on top of each other, and the momentum is majestic. There are many ravines in the middle, cliffs stand, villages, jungles, flowing springs, mountain paths, scattered, mixed but not chaotic; The river twists and turns, although there are thousands of dry rocks, there is no feeling of suffocation. ”

"The left side is full of clouds and smoke, immersed in trees and stones, the road is far away and the mountains are heavy, the hidden people are faint, far-reaching and unpredictable, and the meaning is endless. In the picture, the thirsty pen hooks the peaks and mountains and stones, and the use of rubbing is extremely accurate and flexible, and the lines flow briskly and sparsely. The concave and convex light and shade of the hill stone are completed with horizontal dots of giant moss and layers of light ink and straight rendering, and the technique is skillful and impeccable. The artistic conception is simple and profound, and it is very poetic of "thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths and people disappear". ”

"The whole picture is old and spicy with a pen, the bone strength is practiced, the ink is fresh and moist, and the sweet and vulgar are never removed. The end of the volume is a few lines of regular text, and the body of the book is beautiful and strong, which makes this picture rich in bookish atmosphere, hearty and chic, and has its own style. ”

Li Xiangjiang finally praised, "Dong Xiangguang is full of economy, so he can write clear and moist, the mountains are like washing, quiet and deep, and there is no dirt." ”

The fat man didn't understand Li Xiangjiang's comments at all, but he heard a sentence, that is, this painting is really Dong Qichang's masterpiece, and it is also a peerless masterpiece, worth a thousand gold.

Li Chunjiang was also quite surprised, as far as he knew, this precious painting should have been collected in the hands of his aunt Mei's cousin Mei Zhihuan at this time, but why did it suddenly reach the hands of this young man?