The two sedan chairs went out and went straight to the jewelry market, and they arrived there in a short time. Jiang Wan'er asked Feng Yongjia directly: "Which shop did you buy it from yesterday, tell me quickly, I want the best!" ”

Feng Yongjia couldn't cry or laugh, and led her to an antique jade shop called Baxian Zhai.

As soon as she walked in, Jiang Wan'er yelled at the shopkeeper to buy a jade pillow. Chao Feng saw that the two of them were well-dressed, and hurriedly went upstairs to the private room. As soon as she sat down, before the tea was served, Jiang Wan'er's eyes inadvertently cast on the painting hanging on the wall, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar she felt.

Feng Yongjia saw her staring at the painting for a moment, and said curiously, "Sister, what are you looking at?" ”

"I always felt that this painting was a little familiar, and I didn't know where I had seen it before."

Feng Yongjia turned his head, also looked at the painting on the wall, and said for a while: "This ...... It seems that the eldest sister dedicated the birthday to the old lady that day. ”

Jiang Wan'er was surprised: "How come? ”

"That's it! However, it may be a fake, and there have always been many copies of the paintings of Wu University. ”

The Chao Feng stood aside and said with a smile: "The girl is joking, our shop is not big, but the ones that have always come in and out are genuine." You must know that the most important thing in this business is reputation, and buying fakes is not a self-smashing signboard! ”

Jiang Wan'er passed these words in her mind, and a thought suddenly popped up: "So the painting that Feng Yongning dedicated to the old lady is fake?" ”

Feng Yongjia refuted: "This is not necessarily, maybe there is more than this one in the world?" ”

Chao Feng said again: "Girl, this picture of Magu Offering Life of Scholar Wu has been like this since ancient times, and it is hanging there." To put it mildly, the more famous the painter is, the more fakes are circulating on the market. ”

Jiang Wan'er became more and more reasonable when she heard this, and said hatefully: "So it's true that Feng Yongning took a fake painting to fool the old lady?" It's a shame that the old lady was so happy that she couldn't keep her mouth shut at the beginning, but she didn't expect to be fooled by that liar. At a young age, you know how to cheat, what a thing! ”

Feng Yongjia persuaded: "Sister, don't be angry, the eldest sister is also trying to make the old lady happy, maybe she doesn't know that she has received a fake." We can't just put the blame on her, why don't we just ignore it? ”

It's okay not to say this, but as soon as Jiang Wan'er heard it, she was even more angry, and stood up suddenly: "You are too timid and afraid to say it, I'll go!" I was already unhappy with her arrogant appearance, how could she be so cheap, I had to let the old lady see her true face!"

After saying that, she opened the door and went out, ignoring even the jade pillow that she was thinking about.

It's brainless!

Feng Yongjia sneered and hurriedly chased after him: "Good sister, you can't go like this!" “

Jiang Wan'er looked at her suspiciously.

Feng Yongjia grabbed her, and 1510 carefully explained to her what to do.

Jiang Wan'er blinked, and after she understood, she showed a gloating smile.

*

With a click, the stem of a rose was cut in half by Mrs. Feng's scissors, and inserted into the bamboo and stone banana jade pot spring bottle.

This is the old lady's hobby that she has insisted on for decades since she was in the boudoir, and she likes to do these things with a sense of accomplishment, and watching the fresh flowers cluster up in a cluster under her arrangement, it really makes her quite complacent.

At this time, a maid lowered her voice and came in to spread the word, saying that Miss Jiang was here.

"Ah, it's cool here for the old lady." Jiang Wan'er sighed when she stepped in.

The old lady smiled: "What are you talking about, could it be that you didn't send ice in that room?" I know that you are afraid of the heat, and I have asked you to send more to you every year, why are you still thinking about me? ”

Jiang Wan'er patted her ass and said: "I don't know why, I just feel calm when I come here, and my heart is naturally cool." Maybe the old lady eats fasting and recites Buddha here every day, so she will be blessed, and it is three points cooler than elsewhere. ”

Who doesn't like to hear good words, the old lady smiled even more: "You ghost clever, say it, what bad idea do you have in front of me for this good word?" ”

"What idea can I have," Jiang Wan'er was a little embarrassed, "It's that my nephew and granddaughter have been learning to copy the paintings of Scholar Wu with Mr. Wu these days, and I just remembered that you don't happen to have a picture of his Magu offering her birthday here, so I thought if I could borrow it from you, so I could follow the painting." ”

"What's the big deal," the old lady fiddled with another Yueji, and agreed very happily, "You can take it, paint more, and cultivate your talents, and collect your temperament." ”

Jiang Wan'er was naturally happy and agreed repeatedly.

The old lady said again: "How is Mr. Sun doing?" Remember to say hello to her for me. ”

The Mr. Sun in her mouth is Jiang Wan'er's daughter Xixi, whose name is Sun Feiqing. She used to be a well-known talented woman in Beizhili like the eldest lady Ming, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs. However, the fate was much bumpy, the family was poor, and his father was just a poor talent who had tried and failed, but he also married a wife, spoiled the concubine and killed his wife, and Sun Feiqing's mother was so angry that she died of depression. Sun Feiqing set up his ambition when he was young, he didn't marry in this life, he has been working as a western seat in a big family, self-reliant, and he doesn't rely on men at all.

"Sir, she's fine." Sun Feiqing has a gentle temper and treats people kindly, and everyone in the whole house likes her, including this extremely difficult Jiang girl.

Jiang Wan'er took the painting and withdrew with a smile.

The room was quiet except for the clatter of the scissors.

However, it didn't take long for Jiang Wan'er to fold back with the painting, and her expression was no longer the joy she had just now.

"What's wrong?" The old lady glanced at her, "The painting is broken?" ”

"It's not ......," Jiang Wan'er muttered, "Old lady, there seems to be something wrong with this painting." ”

After all, it was his new baby, and the scissors in the old lady's hand stopped: "What's the problem?" ”

Jiang Wan'er adjusted her tone to the most humble: "Old lady, I said don't be upset, this painting is fake nine times out of ten." ”

The scissors were placed on the table by the old lady.

"What a fake, girl, you can't talk nonsense."

Hearing the old lady's serious tone, Jiang Wan'er knelt on the ground and said, "I know that this is a birthday gift from Sister Ning to the old lady, but what is fake is fake, and I can't hide it from you." ”

"How do you know if this painting is fake?"

"I took this painting back just now, and Mr. Sun said it was a fake after looking at it, don't you believe me, don't you believe her? Mr. Sun's painting skills are outstanding, how can he admit his mistake. And she's an upright person, so it's impossible to lie. ”

There was some truth in this, and the old lady instructed the maid Xianyun: "You go and invite Mr. Sun to come over." ”

After a while, Xianyun brought a woman in her twenties over. She doesn't use powder, wears a plain gown, and her black hair is coiled with a hosta, elegant and dignified, like a hollow valley orchid.

Sun Fei gave a salute to the old lady in the Qing Dynasty, and the old lady lowered her voice and said: "I haven't seen Mr. Sun for a long time, Mr. Sun has taught me this niece and granddaughter, and it has been hard." ”

Sun Feiqing said humbly: "The old lady is polite, the young lady is very smart, and I didn't put much effort into it." ”

The old lady smiled and said, "That's good." I heard that she brought a painting to me, and you said it was a fake. This painting was originally given to me by my granddaughter, it should be more real than real gold, will we be fake? ”

Sun Feiqing replied: "Old lady, although I am not a famous connoisseur, I still have some knowledge in calligraphy and painting. The thin gold body inscribed by Scholar Wu has always been written with a wolf hair, but the brushstrokes of the thin gold body on this painting are clearly written with sheep's hair, which is a matter of common sense. ”

After listening to the words, if it weren't for the presence of outsiders, the smile on the old lady's face would almost be uncontrollable. She ordered Xianyun to take the painting from Jiang Wan'er's hand, only to feel that the thin gold body on it became more and more strange the more she looked at it.

"Thank you, Mr. Sun, you can go back first."

Seeing Sun Feiqing's back disappear, the old lady's face gradually sank.

Ma on the side comforted: "Old lady, maybe the eldest girl doesn't know." ”

Jiang Wan'er listened and said, "Didn't she swear that this painting was verified?" ”

Ma Shi was choked for a moment, and changed his words: "It's just a painting, if the old lady wants it, the eldest girl will definitely send you a car." ”

The old lady snorted: "Do I care about this painting, I care about her attitude." There is a way that can be punished, and if you deceive in front of me, you think I'm old and confused, and I'm good at teasing, right? Or do you think I'm a good old woman? ”

The more she spoke, the more angry she became, and her voice became louder, echoing in the room with a sonorous voice, and no one dared to persuade her again.