The tea boy asked cautiously: "Childe, if you are not used to drinking this tea, do you want to change the tea?" ”

Bai Tang nodded slightly: "Change." His mind was already flying: he didn't recognize Qin Xuan, but he could start with Qin Jian! It's just that how to impress these children of the world?

They don't care about gold, silver and jewelry, and they can't find treasures that can make them interested in antique calligraphy and painting for a while. Bai Tang pondered, and the fragrance of pineapple tea rushed into his nose. His heart moved, pineapple? Perhaps, there is a way to give it a try?

"Boy, is there any original tea from 'Sun Casting Snow Buds'?"

The boy hurriedly retracted his gaze: "Haven't you fried tea?" Yes, there is. My boss makes his own tea. But what do you want it for? ”

Bai Tang only said: "Wrap fifty catties for me." ”

The boy exclaimed, "How can there be so many?!" ”

"Thirty pounds, no less." Bai Tang took out a silver ticket. "Is that enough?"

The boy glanced at the amount of the silver ticket and said with a wry smile: "I'll help you ask the steward." ”

A quarter of an hour later, the boy packed fresh tea for him and delivered it. When the door was opened, there were several clear panicked calls from the tea room next door: "Third master, don't-"

"Third master, third master, your subordinates are merciful!"

The boy shook his hand, almost sprinkled the tea leaves, and said with a pale face: "Mixed world, mixed world demon king?!" ”

Lian Baitang raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "Who?" ”

Before the boy could answer, an unbridled laughter sounded, followed by a clear voice peculiar to the young man: "Look at what makes you nervous, isn't it just a broken painting!" ”

"Third master, that's Mr. Wen Tong's "Red Bamboo"! You, you take it—"

With a sneer, the young man said in a lazy and unstoppable tone: "Master, I care about him with the same literature and martial arts, and I can see it, and waste paper can also become a treasure." I can't look down on my master, and Wu Daozi's paintings are just a bunch of old papers! ”

Lian Baitang gasped, and his slender phoenix eyes opened to the extreme: What a big breath!

The boy was about to close the door, but he saw Bai Tang put on his shoes and paced to the door.

Finally, someone next door couldn't help but roar: "The surname is Xu, what do you want?!" ”

"How do I think?" The young man smiled lightly, "Tsk, I'll take a closer look." Yo, this red bamboo is actually painted on silk cloth? ”

Fang Gongzi sneered: "What kind of silk cloth, this is silk!" ”

The young man snapped his fingers: "You have to use such a precious silk to paint a piece of bamboo!" These literati and elegant guests just know how to toss. He clapped his hands violently and said excitedly, "Yes." This painting must be a fake! ”

Fang Gongzi laughed angrily: "Ha! Fourth master, you also know how to draw? ”

"Painting, sir, I don't understand. But I know Wen Tong. That's a clean official, and the emperor's uncle has said it many times. ”

Everyone didn't dare to talk for a while: the little devil brought the emperor out, so he had to listen obediently.

The young man said triumphantly: "Since Wen Tong is a Qing official, where did he get such a precious silk painting?" So the painting must be a fake! ”

"Third master, third master, you can't say that!" He smiled politely, "Although Mr. Wen has been poor all his life, he is also a child of a family, and his official residence is too guarded." There are also a few rich and noble friends. This painting may be what a friend wants, but it can't be a complete picture. ”

Fang Gongzi seemed to be a little proud, and chuckled: "Mr. Liu, Xu Sanye is a high-roller who grew up on horseback, and it is understandable that he doesn't understand this!" ”

Lian Baitang's intuition is not good: this guy is looking for death!

"Yo, that's true! Which man in our old Xu family didn't grow up on horseback?! The boy laughed and didn't know what he had done, and the room suddenly screamed!

"Third master—don't—"

"The third master's subordinates are merciful—"

Bai Tang seemed to hear the tearing sound of continuous cloth, and his heart was beating in horror: how dare he-

"Xu Qiu'an-" Fang Gongzi hissed exhausted, and shouted with grief and indignation, "You, you, you—you are a good guts!" This picture, this picture—"

"It's just a broken painting." The young man understated, "Besides, I was originally a rough person." Extenuating circumstances, extenuating circumstances! ”

"Stop!" Fang Gongzi's voice trembled with anger, "You ruined my painting, and you want to leave like this?" ”

The boy snorted and said, "Your paintings? ”

Fang Gongzi's momentum couldn't help but stagnate, and he immediately said angrily: "How can there be anything in the world that can damage other people's things and pat their butts and leave?" Xu Qiu'an, you relied on the power of Wei Guogong to do evil, rampant and domineering, and today you tore up the work of Wentong that I worked so hard to find for no reason. Do you know how precious Wen Tong's paintings are? In addition to the palace, I can't find a second one in the world! Maybe this one is the only one in the world! If you don't give me an explanation, don't even think of stepping out of this tea room! ”

"Yes, yes!" There were many echoes and voices, all of which were mixed with indignation, "This is Wentong's Mobao!" It's hard to find! ”

"Third master, you have gone too far this time!"

"I'm going to ask Wei Guogong how he taught his younger brother!"

In the midst of the crusade, the young man laughed and said, "Master, it's not a matter of a day or two for me to be evil and domineering. Ask my dad? Do you want to sue the royal court directly? ”

"Xu Qiu'an, don't you dare?" Fang Gongzi was full of anger and almost wanted to go crazy.

"Sue, you go sue. Master, when will I be sued in front of Your Majesty?! The young man's voice was steep, "I also chatted with Your Majesty about the ins and outs of this painting by the way!" ”

There was a sudden eerie silence in the room.

Bai Tang has a bottom in his heart: This painting, I'm afraid that the means of the surname Fang are not very bright!

A moment later, the door to the room on the left hand side opened lightly, and a young man in a gorgeous silver suit strode away. Bai Tang only saw his arrogant back: tall as a pine, obviously full of stubbornness, but also revealing a bit of heroism. I can't help but praise secretly: He is worthy of being the descendant of the military general Xu Da! That chilling momentum doesn't look like what a young man who has never been on the battlefield should have!

The tea boy in the tea room had already shrunk his neck and pretended to be quails, and the doors of each room were closed. Only Baitang is not afraid of death to watch a good show.

Suddenly, the other guests in the next room also walked out in twos and threes, and several people surrounded a young man with a blood-red face who couldn't stop comforting him, and left the tea room in a huddle.

Bai Tang thought about it and paced into their room.

Two tea boys are tidying up the house. Bai Tang's gaze fell on the bamboo paintings that had been broken into broken silk on the ground, and his heart was extremely painful. Possessed and picked up the silk painting, blew off the dust, and carefully flattened it: Mr. Wen Tong was a literary and elegant figure in the Northern Song Dynasty, and he was a cousin of Su Shi. He loved bamboo very much in his life, and the school of ink bamboo had a far-reaching influence and benefited many painters! The word confident comes from him. In his previous life, his paintings have become a unique piece, and the only "Ink Bamboo" is collected in the National Palace Museum in Taipei!

The destroyed painting turned out to be Zhang Hongzhu! The dark red ink is the face, and the light red ink is the back, which is indeed the style of Wentong. The pen is free and easy, and the layout is exquisite. Even if it's not a work of the same text, it's a rare masterpiece! Bai Tang's face was extremely ugly: How could Xu Qiu'an do it?!

He asked the two boys with some hesitation: "I wonder if I can - "

The two boys looked at each other and smiled bitterly: "Childe, just take it." The painting is so broken that it can't be repaired and framed. ”

Bai Tang smiled, carefully rolled up the painting silk and stuffed it into his sleeve pocket, and said, "If they come back to you to ask for it, you will say that Bai Tang picked it up in the east of the city." ”

The boy replied, "Okay." ”

Bai Tang returned to his own tea room, and the little tea boy with quails had already stretched his body, shaking his head and exclaiming: "Lian Gongzi, you are so bold!" Who dares to take care of that master's affairs in Nanjing? If you dare to step forward and join in the fun! ”

Bai Tang smiled, pressed the broken silk in his sleeve, and read to himself: "Xu Qiu'an." ”

"It's not him!" The boy quickly closed the door. "The youngest grandson of the great general Xu Da, the nephew of the late and most respected empress mother, and the precious brother of the current Duke of Wei! The Holy One has a headache when he sees it! Alas! How did Fang Gongzi provoke this master! He couldn't help but glance at Lian Baitang, and secretly thought: When a loser meets the big demon king, he will see a big witch! In contrast, Lian Gongzi is much easier to serve.

Lian Baitang turned a blind eye to the obvious comparison in the boy's eyes, and when he met the account, he only paid ten taels of silver.

"Childe!" Xiao Tong hurriedly stopped him, "I made two pots of tea for you, and it should be twenty taels of silver." ”

Bai Tang looked at him sideways and said indifferently: "The first pot of Biluochun." It's better to call Biluo Chen, what do you say? ”

The little boy shook his body and cried with a sad face: Who thought he was good to serve just now?

Bai Tang walked away, and while the child secretly screamed bad luck, he suddenly patted his head: Who TMD is talking nonsense that this master is a loser who is unlearned? If you don't learn how to taste the quality of tea? It can be seen that the rumors are not credible, if it weren't for Lian Gongzi's kindness, it is estimated that he would have cleaned up his shop today and was kicked out by the owner.