When encountering something that interests him, Liang Zhixu is completely immersed in it.

I forgot who the person he was talking to, and I was able to listen to the words of the flowers, which was already a little distracted.

Under the revelation of true feelings, Liang Zhixu no longer has the crampedness of talent, only the obsession with calligraphy and painting.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

The flowers filled his stomach, squinted for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Liang Zhixu maintained his original posture without turning his neck.

Looks like she's going to have to change her mind.

With such a weak little white face, even she has to bow down when she focuses on it!

Fanhua glanced at the remaining full scrolls again, and in order to avoid the other party's eyes being wasted before he arrived in the town, he had to remind again: "You change the words and take a look." ”

"No, no, I'm not tired at all."

Liang Zhixu continued to hold the words in his hand.

Until, the scroll in his hand was snatched away.

He raised his head dissatisfiedly, crashed into Fanhua's somewhat displeased cold eyes, and suddenly woke up like a dream.

"Change!"

Fanhua's eyes fell on the other scrolls on the table, and her tone was unquestionable.

Liang Zhixu couldn't bear such a threatening gaze, and hurriedly lowered his head, just drooping his face, drooping, how he looked wronged, as if someone had taken away his beloved thing.

Okay, okay, change it!

The aggrieved Liang Zhixu secretly glanced at the words in Fanhua's hand, reluctantly looked away, picked up another scroll on the table, and slowly spread it out.

The moment the scrolls were all unfolded, Liang Zhixu's aggrieved eyes instantly shone brightly.

"One of the four great painters in the history of the Lan Kingdom, Qin Sanquan's Autumn Mountain Picture!"

"Hmm."

Seeing that he had finally diverted his attention, Fanhua rolled up the pair of words in her hand and put it aside casually.

The first is the authentic handiwork of the calligrapher, and the second is the Akiyama picture of a famous painter, Liang Zhixu can no longer describe his surprise at the moment.

Without waiting for the flowers to speak, he quickly opened the third, fourth, and fifth scrolls.

The authentic handiwork of Wang Yuan, the originator of calligraphy, the post of An Yuanzhi, the pinnacle of cursive writing, and the horse picture of Pan Long, whom he admires the most......

Like discovering a treasure, Liang Zhixu opened a scroll every time, and the light in his eyes brightened a little.

In the end, he had already held a large handful of gold in his arms and did not exchange for priceless calligraphy and paintings, at this moment Liang Zhixu felt that he was rich and rivaled the country, and at the same time, after feasting his eyes, he died at this moment, and he died without regrets.

There was no longer silence in the carriage for the rest of the journey, and Liang Zhixu's admiration was everywhere.

The carriage stopped, Lilac opened the curtain of the carriage, and the flowers got up and fell lightly.

The other person didn't move, and Lilac, who had no choice but to do coolies, hurriedly went to look and found that Liang Zhixu was frowning and looking at the unfolded words and thinking hard.

"Liang Gongzi, you can kill flies on your brows, why is your expression so entangled?"

"The level of this character is unprecedented, and it is a combination of the advantages of many people, and the pen is amazing. But why didn't you get paid, which one inherited it? ”

Lilac leaned over and looked, "I don't know anything else, but I know this, this is our boss's word!" ”

"Your boss?" Liang Zhixu raised his head suddenly, deeply shocked.

"yes, don't you feel familiar? The three words on the plaque of our Peach Blossom Village were also written by our boss! ”