On the official road, the horses galloped past, raising countless dust and smoke.

In the Hanlin Courtyard and the Palace Painting Courtyard, two groups of people were looking forward to it: Are you here? Why hasn't it arrived yet!

More than a month ago, a stone tablet was unearthed in other provinces.

It is not surprising that an ordinary stone tablet is engraved, but this stone tablet is actually engraved with Zhao Mengfu's words!

When the news came, the Manchu Dynasty was shocked.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Mr. Wang trotted in broken steps, and started with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty, Mr. Zhao's stele is here!" ”

Zhu Di raised his voice excitedly: "What are you doing?" Xuan Shendu, Chen Yu, Qin Xuan, and the gentlemen of the painting academy, rubbing and copying, spread it widely! ”

The emperor has always liked the calligraphy of the Jin and Tang dynasties, how can he miss Zhao Mengfu?

He once compared the four beauties to the four calligraphers: the thin gold body is like the delicate and delicate state of Xi Shi. Liu Gongquan's words are like Zhaojun, and his style is strong. The face is like a sable cicada, and it has the simple style of the Han Dynasty. As for Zhao Mengfu's words, they are charming and elegant, the penmanship is round, and the beauty is as rich as a concubine.

Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy is hard to find, but the stele is not bad!

The Hanlin Academy and the court painters had the honor to personally observe the stone tablet of "Red Cliff Fu Before and After the Front" written by Su Shi written by Zhao Mengfu!

More than ten days later.

The pine and bamboo Zhai of Baitang was suddenly overcrowded.

Early in the morning, there are no new products or limited edition items on sale in his store, why are there so many people?

When Bai Tang was called to the shop, his face was inexplicable.

"The owner is coming, our owner is coming. Everyone, don't get bored! The whole steward wiped the sweat from his forehead, pulled Bai Tang's sleeve and shouted, "Oh, hey, you're finally here!" ”

Someone immediately called: "Lian Gongzi." Below is the steward of Chen Hanlin's family, who came to buy the cooked silk of Songzhu Zhai! ”

"Chen Hanlin—" Bai Tang frowned. The whole steward said in a low voice, "It's Chen Yu, Lord Chen." He wrote well, and Emperor Taizu was edicted to enter Beijing. ”

Bai Tang was in awe, and before he could speak, another person said: "Lian Gongzi, I am the steward of the Song Mansion in Nanyang." I also came to buy the cooked silk of Songzhu Zhai!"

"Nanyang Song Mansion - is it Mr. Song Guangsong's mansion?" Bai Tang was stunned. "Mr. Song, who is good at cursive?"

The steward of the Song Mansion looked at the people beside him very proudly: "Exactly." ”

Bai Tang opened his mouth wide, but he heard a clear voice say: "Yan Zong in Xiaguang." Appreciate the beauty of Songzhu Zhai's ripe silk, and come to ask for it today! ”

Yan Zong——

The name banged in Bai Tang's heart, and it smashed a huge hole! He was terrified and stunned to look at the man in front of him, thin and small, with slightly dark skin, and his appearance was inconspicuous no matter how he looked—but he was Yan Zong! It was he who painted the "Picture Scroll of Lakes and Mountains Pingyuan", and then in the process of reproducing it, he inexplicably wore it to Daming! His career, his girlfriend, and his gender are all gone!

Bai Tang was so excited that his whole body trembled, he actually saw the initiator in his store today, he couldn't wait to rush forward and catch him and yelled three times: Send me back quickly, you TMD send me home quickly!

"Young Master? Young Master-" Seeing Bai Tang gritting his teeth while fluting, the whole steward was so frightened that he hurriedly pinched his arm, "Young Master?!" ”

"It hurts!" Bai Tang came back to his senses with cracked teeth, let out a long breath, the six gods returned to their positions, and reluctantly smiled: "Everyone, cough, thank you for your love, Songzhu Zhai's-" What? What are they going to buy?

The whole steward whispered: "Cooked silk, cooked silk!" ”

"Cooked silk?" Bai Tang looked confused, when did he sell cooked silk in the store?

The steward rubbed his hands and said hurriedly: "Have you forgotten?" After the Mid-Autumn Festival, didn't you put some cooked silk in the store? ”

Bai Tang fluttered at the rare confused phoenix eyes for a long time, and finally remembered! When reproducing "Red Bamboo", a lot of raw silk was old. The excess he put in Songzhu Zhai and let the whole steward try to sell it. I didn't think it was sold out?

Bai Tang asked the whole steward in a puzzled low voice: "What's the matter, the cooked silk sold in other studies is not as good as ours?" ”

The steward whispered: "It's not me who blows, I can't compare with ours." ”

Bai Tang was proud, and his mouth cracked with laughter: the method of boiling cooked silk is the brainchild of Rong Bao Zhai, a century-old store in the previous life, and it is a must in the world to make antiques!

I didn't want to insert willows!

He perked up, and immediately smiled with some apologies in his face: "Distinguished guests, listen to me first. To tell you the truth, these cooked silks are also my hard work. Hard-earned. That's all there is to it, and I can't ask for it for the time being. ”

The steward of the Song family hurriedly asked, "When will the goods arrive?" ”

Bai Tang thought about it, and when he saw the expectation on Yan Zong's face, his heart was moved. Maybe this is your chance! Can he use Yan Zong, a great painter, to return to his homeland? Thinking about it like this, the eyes that looked at Yan Zong were much warmer!

Yan Zong couldn't help but be a little flustered: It's okay to practice Baitang, right? Fang just stared at himself like an enemy, and in a blink of an eye, the spring breeze was blowing?

"You're all like-minded. I opened the skylight and spoke brightly. Bai Tang said politely, "The reason why the cooked silk is well done." First, because the silk cloth is good, the texture is fine and strong, and it can withstand boiling and boiling. Second, the secret recipe for boiling is naturally different. Therefore, I have to find the best raw silk before I can do the next step. It is estimated that it will take about a month before the new goods can be shipped. However, it is only the amount of one horse at most. ”

The steward of the Song family immediately asked, "Possible reservation?" ”

Bai Tang nodded and smiled: "All the guests here today are for the cooked silk of Songzhu Zhai. Why don't you discuss it first? ”

Everyone nodded yes, you and I said a word, called the brother and brother bargained for a long time, divided a horse of cooked silk, please record the whole stewardship, and go away satisfied.

Bai Tang called: "Mr. Yan, please stay!" ”

Yan Zong looked back.

Bai Tang stepped forward with a smile and said, "Mr. Daming, Bai Tang has been yearning for a long time." ”

Yan Zong also became famous as a young man, and was selected to be a painter in the palace, and he made great achievements in the painting industry. It is not an exaggeration to have Bai Tang admired for a long time. smiled and said, "Lian Gongzi is polite." ”

Bai Tang's eyes rolled around, and he asked with a smile: "There is something I want to ask Mr. ”

"Lian Gongzi, please speak."

"Today, suddenly so many famous people sent servants to buy silk, Bai Tang was terrified. Dare to ask, but what happened recently? ”

For some reason, Yan Zong's face turned red, and he said with a smile: "The fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, with the quality of your store's silk, it is a matter of time before you become famous." It's just," Yan Zong's words changed. "The familiar silk of your store, Yan looks a little familiar."

Bai Tang raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xu Sangongzi of the Wei State Mansion presented His Majesty with a copy of Mr. Wentong's "Red Bamboo". Yan Zong's eyes flashed, "I look at that silk, it's very similar to what Lord Shen used." ”

Bai Tang opened his mouth slightly, and his heart was weak for a while. Swallowed his saliva, high-fived and smiled: "It's a coincidence!" What a coincidence! Mr. Yan, to be honest, "Red Bamboo" was purchased by Xu Sangongzi from below. And you said that the cooked silk is similar, it is because I deliberately imitated the old one. Mr. Yan's eyes were sharp, and Bai Tang admired it. ”

Yan Zong nodded and smiled, "I see." ”

Bai Tang coughed lightly, and asked curiously: "Mr. Yan is good at painting, especially landscapes." I wonder what masterpieces can be enjoyed by Begonia recently? ”

Yan Zong was surprised: it turned out that this young man really knew something about himself. I felt a little happy to meet my bosom friend, and said with a smile: "There are many affairs in the palace, and most of the paintings made by Yu are used by the court. ”

Bai Tang's eyes widened, and he asked cautiously and nervously: "Mr. is from Guangdong, has he ever painted the scenery of his hometown?" ”

"Picture Scroll of Lakes and Mountains Pingyuan", painted is the scenery of Pingyuan, Guangdong!

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