Yuan Quanquan observed Lu Qingyuan here, Lu Qingyuan didn't notice her, looking at it from the perspective of Yuan Quanquan, she seemed to be chatting with Mrs. Na Ding'anhou quite happily.

These two are a vixen and a green tea, and they can form a "scumbag" combination.

Afraid of being seen by the other party, the Yuan Circle leaned in slightly, as long as she didn't probe out, the other party would never see her.

was not familiar with the process of this auction, so Yuan Quanquan simply let the little guy stay and give her a commentary.

This little guy has a gentle temperament, and he speaks slowly, because he is young, and his voice also exudes the crispness of a young man, which is comfortable to listen to.

He stood respectfully at the table, introduced it quite carefully, and when Yuan Quanquan asked him questions, he could basically answer them.

After some exchanges, Yuanquanquan already has a general understanding of this auction.

The process is not much different from the modern one, except that it is slightly different from the modern one.

Modern auctions are generally auctioned first and paid later, but the auctions here are paid as you go. Whoever took the photograph will give the thing to the buyer on the spot, pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, and no one will think about it.

"By the way, do you have a list? That's a list of all the lots for today. "Yuanquanquan wants to see what good things are there, and if you can, you can pick up one or two of them and bring them back.

However, the little guy shook his head: "Back to the princess, our Tianxiang Pavilion auction never announces the list of lots, and every time it is directly displayed on the spot." ”

"Then why do Lu Qingkite and them ......" stopped halfway through.

Oh, Lu Qingyuan is now the crown princess, and it is naturally not difficult for her to know a little bit about the auction lots.

shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and saw the little girl looking at her with a puzzled expression, Yuan Quanquan smiled: "It's nothing." Then you go down and get busy first, there's nothing for you to do here. ”

The servant replied and respectfully exited the room.

In addition to the second floor, the first floor also has seats, but the grade is not as high as the second floor. Each seat is separated by a screen, and through the hollow screen, you can still clearly see the person next to you and hear each other.

There was still about a quarter of an hour before the auction began, and the Yuan Circle sat bored, so he looked around boredly to see who was here.

Yuan Quanquan is a traverser, and a woman who is married to a woman, although she often can't bear the loneliness and runs out to jump around, but she usually spends most of her time in the palace, so she doesn't know the people sitting downstairs and coming and going.

Eating the snacks brought by the servant, waiting for the auction to begin.

A quarter of an hour later, the auction began.

At a glance, the seats downstairs were basically full, and in the private room on the second floor, Yuan Quanquan heard a little movement next door, and it was too late to think that her "neighbor" would come.

The head of Tianxiang Pavilion is a man in his forties, who looks very ordinary, but has a very loud voice.

At the beginning of the auction, this person walked on the high platform in the middle, clenched his fists, "Welcome to Tianxiang Pavilion to participate in this auction, we are still the old rules, the highest price wins, the delivery and inspection on the spot, pay off the silver two, once the thing is auctioned, will not be returned." ”

It's no wonder that this lobby is built so big, and people sitting on the second floor can clearly hear the people downstairs speaking.

Yuan Quanquan plucked out his ears and continued to listen to the other party's speech before the meeting.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen, Miss Childe for your support. Part of the objects in this auction are my Tianxiang Pavilion collection, and the other part is entrusted by others to my Tianxiang Pavilion to exhibit for auction, no matter which one it is, they are all genuine, and there is no fraud, please rest assured. ”

"We all believe in the reputation of Yi Dang and Tianxiang Pavilion, and they will not lie to us." There was someone shouting on the first floor.

Yi is the master of Tianxiang Pavilion, and the man standing in the center of the high platform heard this, smiled sideways and looked at the guest who spoke, and said, "Thank you Master Zheng for your trust." So, let's not talk nonsense, this auction will begin! ”

After finishing speaking, Yi Dangjia stepped off the high platform, and a man about the same age as him came up, looking a bit like a housekeeper.

This person is the housekeeper of the Yi family's house, and he is also the steward of this Tianxiang Pavilion, surnamed Wang. Every auction is presided over by him, and this time is no exception.

Steward Wang announced the start of the auction, and then the first lot was brought to the high platform by the people of Tianxiang Pavilion and placed on the long sunken wooden table in the middle of the platform.

This is a copybook.

"The first lot, "Ten Records of Fanghua" by Wang Mingxian, a calligrapher of the previous dynasty, has a starting price of three hundred taels."

After listening to Yuanquanquan, he didn't know whether this calligraphy was famous or not, so he turned his head and asked Xiaozhi and Xiang'er: "Is this thing worth three hundred taels?" ”

Xiao Zhi has been staying in the Prime Minister's Mansion with Lu Qingyang since she was a child, although she knows a few words, but she is not clear about these literati chronicles, so she has to shake her head, and she is also curious.

And Xiang'er is the maid of the Ming Palace, and they all say that the environment can affect a person - in many ways. And Xiang'er is at least in terms of knowledge, much stronger than Xiaozhi.

Wang Ming was a master of calligraphy in the previous dynasty, and Gong Jingzhi, Liu Yang, and Zhang Mo were called "Gong Wang Liu Zhang", and was one of the four major calligraphers of the previous dynasty. There are not many of his works, but they are all masterpieces. Many literati and ink writers fought for one of his ink treasures, and often sold a word for thousands or even tens of thousands of taels! The starting price of this pair of calligraphy is only 300 taels, which is low! ”

Yuanquanquan was like a primary school student, listening carefully to Teacher Xiang'er giving her a history and culture lesson. After listening, he gave Xiang'er a thumbs up, "Xiang'er, you still know this, amazing!" ”

Xiang'er was a little embarrassed by the praise, and her face crawled up. Blushing, he said shyly: "No, it's just that when I used to serve by the prince's side, the slave maid heard the prince say that when the prince is okay on weekdays, he likes to copy, and the calligraphy he chooses is basically the four of them, and the slave and maid have been serving by the prince's side for a long time, so they also know some." ”

Yuan Quanquan nodded: "Xiang'er, if you are in our time, you are a proper female scholar!" ”

Although she didn't understand what "Xueba" meant, Xiang'er heard that she was praising her, and her little face turned even redder.

After being popularized, the Yuan Circle turned his head and continued to pay attention to the downstairs.

Someone has already started to shout the price, just a moment after Xiang'er gave her popular science, the price has already shouted to eight hundred taels, and there is a tendency to continue to increase.

"Nine hundred taels!"

"Nine hundred and fifty taels!"

"One thousand taels!"

"One...... Fifteen hundred taels! ”

Yuan Quanquan glanced at the fat man on the first floor who shouted out one thousand five hundred taels, and the person next to him pulled his sleeve and whispered to him, the fat man frowned, and his expression seemed to be a little tangled.

Then, before he could finish his struggle, a clear voice came from the left side of the Yuan Circle.

"Three thousand taels!"

As soon as the price was shouted, the audience was silent for a moment, and then whispers gradually began to rise.

"Wow, such a big handwriting, although this calligraphy is Wang Mingxian's work, but this "Fanghua Ten Records" was written by him in his early years, compared to others, this book is not worth the price of three thousand taels! Tut-tut, this one is a bit of a loss. ”

Yuan Quanquan heard someone downstairs say so.

Hearing this, she was also curious about this brother who had lost money. The probe poked out, trying to peek into the next room.

As a result, the person didn't see it, and when he raised his head, he met Lu Qingkite's gaze unexpectedly.

Uh-oh......

I didn't want the other party to know that she was also here, but I was negligent for a while and forgot about it.

Since they all saw it, it was pointless to hide any longer, Yuan Quanquan simply changed his position, sat on the opposite side of the table, and as soon as he looked up, he could see Lu Qingyuan and their house.

And the one next to her, Yuan Quanquan didn't see it, only saw a piece of moon-white clothes.

The other party is quite low-key.

The price of three thousand taels has exceeded its own value for this pair of calligraphy, and the auction hall has quieted down, and no one has increased the price for half a day.

"Three thousand taels! Is there still a price increase? Steward Wang began to ask, repeating it three times without making a sound, "Three thousand taels of deals!" This Wang Mingxian's "Ten Records of Fanghua" is the son of the second floor of Tianzi Room 2. ”

When the first lot landed, Steward Wang immediately asked the little maid to hold the calligraphy on the second floor and send it to the second room of Tianzi - that is, next door to the Yuan Circle.

After a while, Yuan Quanquan heard a voice from next door.

"There is labor." It was the same voice just now.

After a while, the little guy who had collected the money returned to the first floor and handed the three thousand taels of silver tickets to a person sitting at the table. That person should be the bookkeeper of Tianxiang Pavilion or something, with an abacus on the left hand and an account book on the right hand, and a brush in his hand to write down the information of the lot in the book.

The first one ends, and the second one comes up right after.

This time it is a piano, a seven-string guqin, the shape does not look unique, I think there should be something else special.

Yuan Quanquan has no attainments in calligraphy, and even less in music, especially classical music. So he set his sights on Xiang'er again.

However, although Xiang'er grew up in the palace and knows more than ordinary people's maids, she is only a slave after all, and she knows very little.

"Princess, this ...... The slave and the maid did not know each other. ”

It doesn't matter if the Yuan Circle is circled, turn back and listen to Steward Wang's profile.

"This piano is called broken intestines, and it is the famous instrument of the famous Lingye Acacia of the Yue country. Therefore, the sound of the piano is low and hoarse, and playing music with it will give people a feeling of broken intestines and mourning, hence the name broken intestines. This qin is Ye Acacia's servant entrusted us Tianxiang Pavilion to sell and auction on behalf of us, hoping to find a good home for it, so that it can continue to be preserved. Well, the starting price of the broken intestine is 200 taels. ”

As soon as Steward Wang's words fell, someone made a bid.

"I'll give three hundred taels!"

The Yuan Circle is looking for prestige, heh, it's that fat man again.

Someone immediately overpowered him.

"I'll give three hundred and fifty taels!"

"Four hundred taels!" Not to be outdone, the fat man is not to be outdone.

"Four hundred and fifty taels!" Someone seems to be on the wrong side of the road.

"I'm five hundred taels!" The fat man slapped the table angrily and stared at each other with raised eyebrows.

The other party continued to increase the price unhurriedly, "Five hundred and fifty taels." ”

The fat man stood up with a brush, pointed at the person who had been raising the bar with him and scolded: "Zhen Youcai, did you mean it?" ”