Pei Jinzhen was really tired, and when he returned to Zhuluju, he felt weak.

I used a bowl of chicken noodle soup and washed it hastily, and then I lay down on the bed.

After a while, he fell asleep, but he was groggy and had a strange dream all night. When I woke up early in the morning, I was sweating all over my body, and I was a little weak.

She smiled bitterly and understood that even if she lived a lifetime, she still didn't grow much, even if she took advantage of some prophets, she was still very immature compared to those people in the palace. She will never be able to regard that kind of scheming and calculation as normal, and maybe, never, she will never be able to be with those people, she has no way, she can watch herself become like that.

In the following days, it was extraordinarily calm, even Yan Chong, as if he had disappeared without a trace, until the beginning of September, and he was never as before, in the Bowen Hall or on the street, he could meet by chance from time to time.

Later, one day, she heard the gossip of those well-informed nobles in the Bowen Pavilion, and then she knew that he actually went to Jinyiwei on an errand, and received the title of deputy commander. Come to think of it, these days, it is just because I am busy taking office, so I have never come to the Bowen Museum again, and I have no time to wander around the street anymore, so naturally I will not meet him.

When Pei Jinzhen heard this, he was stunned for a while.

Yan Chong went to Jinyiwei on an errand, which was something he had never done in his previous life. He actually embarked on a completely different path from his previous life, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

But whether it's good or bad, it's not something she can meddle in.

Soon, her grandfather's filial piety period arrived, Pei Shiqin not only served, but also got the appointment letter issued by the household department as he wished, and according to the day, he received the official seal and went to the household department to take office.

This is a great joy for the entire Pei family, and the whole house is full of joy, and for a few days, Pei Jinzhen feels that the wind above the Pei house is full of laughter.

But Pinxiu Pavilion still didn't move, as quiet as the eve of a storm.

Since the end of August, the sky has been cloudy, and it has rained for more than ten days, today, it is finally sunny, and it is just the time of Mu Rest, Pei Jinzhen is in a rare mood, so she will move out the calligraphy, paintings and books in her study to dry, otherwise, it will be moldy.

Most of her calligraphy and paintings were left to her by her mother, and there was no shortage of treasures, which were all priceless things, so she was careful to get them herself.

But she didn't want to have a very new painting scroll, she felt a little strange, so she opened it and looked at it twice. Looking at it this way, it is still a very well-painted landscape.

"Where did this painting come from?" She didn't know when such a painting would appear in her study, and looking at the ink, it was still very new, but she was afraid that it would not take a few months to complete the painting.

Her study is now managed by the painting screen, she knows some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and writes beautifully, and has a calm temperament, so she was sent by Pei Jinzhen to take charge of the study, and she has been doing well these days.

Hearing this, he looked at the painting screen probe, but he knew, "This painting was made from outside when the girl sprained her foot last time, and the third master was afraid that you would feel bored in the house to recuperate." It is said that it is not a famous work, but it is better than the novelty of the brushstrokes, so it is bought for the girl to look at the boredom in her spare time. ”

I see. Pei Jinzhen nodded, and then he concentrated on the painting.

In her previous life, she had also seen a lot of famous paintings, and she knew more than when she was in the boudoir. Nowadays, in the Bowen Museum, and humbly learn, painting may not be very powerful, after all, it is necessary to have a solid foundation, but this appreciation of painting can also be appreciated in two ways.

The painting is a waterfall, but I don't know where it is in the mountains and fields. The distant mountains are hidden, the waterfall rushes straight forward, a downstream, the bottom is a quiet pool, there is just a piece of exposed stone in the pool, the waterfall leaks down, can be able to hit the stone, is excited to splash in all directions, put yourself in it, as if standing on the shore, can hear the sound of the waterfall rapids, better seem to be able to feel the splash, fall on the body of the cool feeling.

This touch is really novel, and the most important thing is that it is realistic.

I don't know who made it? Not to mention anything else, this painting is really good.

Pei Jinzhen's eyes moved down and looked at the place where he had landed.

"Mr. Huailiu?" Pei Jinzhen frowned, he always felt that this name was a little familiar, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't remember it. I guess I heard it by chance in my previous life, that is to say, this Mr. Huailiu will definitely become a famous artist in the future, or, I should ask Pei Jinfeng, I don't know where he bought this painting, but you can buy a few more, and when this Mr. Huailiu becomes famous, his paintings will be valuable.

Pei Jinzhen thought with a smile, her prophet's cheapness, not to mention anything else, seems to be good to use to earn silver.

While shaking his head and laughing, he slowly rolled up the scroll in his hand, however, at that moment, a stirring spirit suddenly appeared in his mind, "Mr. Huailiu?" In her memory, a scattered fragment was captured, she was stunned at first, the smile on her face slowly disappeared, and the next moment, she was already full of shock.

"Go and see if the third master is there? Ask him to come along. ”

Before Pei Jinfeng came, Pei Jinzhen had been staring at the place where the painting was signed, and the four words "Mr. Huailiu" engraved in the seal script had flown far away, but the expression on his face was so calm that he couldn't see the slightest clue.

After a while, Pei Jinfeng came, and she asked, "Where did you buy this painting?" Do you know the person who painted the painting? ”

The person who painted it, Pei Jinfeng didn't know. Fortunately, he still remembers where he bought the painting.

Even if he didn't understand why his sister was so anxious, he couldn't wait to drag him immediately, even if he went out of the house to find it, he still obediently led the way. Thinking about it, isn't that painting so good that his sister is so eager? But to be honest, he was shocked at the first sight of this painting at that time, even if this "Mr. Huailiu" is not a famous artist, and the painting of sixty taels is really not cheap, he still did not hesitate to buy it and spent half of his savings.

Qing Ya Zhai is located on Sajin Street, not far from the Bowen Museum, and is a two-storey antique calligraphy and painting shop, but it also sells some calligraphy and paintings.

In the spring of next year, many candidates from other places have already come to Fengjing City early. Those who are poor in the family will inevitably have to worry about their livelihood, either to help copy books to earn a meager silver tael, or, if they have a skill, they will paint and sell it here to earn a few hard-earned money.

The painting that Pei Jinfeng bought is also the origin of this.

When the two sisters and brothers entered the door, the shopkeeper greeted them, and when they saw Pei Jinfeng, they must still have some impressions, so they greeted with a smile, "What does the little boy want to buy today?" I just came to a few good inkstones, and the little boy came by coincidence, but do you want to take a look? ”

"Sister of the Pei family?" Before the two Pei Jinfeng sisters and brothers could answer, a surprise call sounded on the other side.

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