Lin Rui originally thought that Mi Yuzhu's result must have been sent away by Yang Jing in a few words, but he didn't expect to come with Yang Jing.

This is something Lin Rui never expected, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Could it be that I haven't seen him for ten years, and Engong has changed his temperament?" ”

Mi Yuzhu naturally didn't know how much Lin Rui was surprised that she was walking with Yang Jing, but at this moment, she was also very surprised in her heart.

Today's weather was extremely hot, but for some reason, when she walked next to Yang Jing, she felt a burst of coolness, not only did she not feel a little hot, but it was very comfortable.

Moreover, Yang Jing seems to have a faint fragrance on her body, which smells very good, and even makes her feel peaceful.

These two points made Mi Yuzhu's curiosity about Yang Jing stronger and stronger, and the more curious he was about a man, the deeper he fell.

"Engong, what are you ......" Lin Rui was really a little puzzled, and when he saw the two of them walking in front of him, he asked.

Yang Jing's face did not change, but he also knew the meaning of Lin Rui's words, and said, "I'll go to Miss Mi's house to see something." ”

Hearing this, Lin Rui understood, and felt a little funny in his heart, how could Engong change his personality so easily, those women who admired him at the beginning were many, many better than Mi Yuzhu, but they couldn't make Engong change.

Subsequently, several people got into the car, He Guang drove, Lin Rui sat in the co-pilot, Yang Jing sat in the back, Mi Yuzhu was a little careful in his heart, and deliberately sat next to him one step ahead of Lin Rui.

"Miss Mi, what's the address of your home?" He Guang drove out of the forest, asking.

Mi Yuzhu hurriedly responded to an address, but it was a well-known villa area in Sichuan City, which was normal.

The distance is not far, even if He Guang is not in a hurry or slow, it will only take half an hour to arrive.

Halfway, Lin Rui got out of the car, he had a lot of things, but he didn't have time to go to Mi's house with him.

Along the way, Mi Yuzhu talked to Yang Jing from time to time, looking for various topics, even if Yang Jing's reaction was very flat, she still said with a smile.

Mi Yuzhu's family is not small, and it is quite similar to Lin Rui's family, but there are many more servants in the family than Lin Rui's family.

After all, Lin Rui only made his fortune in this generation, and the Mi family can be regarded as rich for several generations, and has gradually moved closer to the rich and noble family.

Several people got out of the car and followed Mi Yuzhu into her house, its overall decoration is very low-key, but it does not lose style and luxury, this is the accumulation of wealth for generations.

"Miss." As soon as he entered the hall, an old man in his fifties, with gray hair and meticulous costumes, walked over and said respectfully to Mi Yuzhu.

"Two gentlemen." The white old man saluted Yang Jing and the two again.

Mi Yuzhu nodded and said, "Uncle Li, go make some tea, well, ask for the best tea." ”

Li Bo responded, and then retreated to prepare, obviously this Li Bo should be the personal butler of the Mi family.

"Mr. Yang, you sit down first, and I'll go and bring the ancient paintings." Mi Yuzhu's delicate face was full of smiles.

Yang Jing nodded slightly and sat straight on the sofa.

Seeing this, He Guang hesitated slightly, but still didn't sit down, just stood next to Yang Jing.

It didn't take long for Mi Yuzhu to come down from upstairs with a slender box.

"Mr. Yang, this is the "Jiangtian Pavilion Map". Mi Yuzhu handed the slender box to Yang Jing as if he was invited.

Yang Jing nodded slightly, and his phoenix eyes showed some nostalgia and expectation.

Without delay, Yang Jing directly opened the box and took out the carefully preserved picture scroll inside.

"Mr. Yang, this ancient painting is quite long, you can put it on the table and unfold it." Mi Yuzhu reminded carefully.

Hearing this, Yang Jing signaled to He Guang, who was very discerning, and hurriedly and carefully took the scroll and placed it on the tea table in front of him.

But I saw that this is a vertical scroll painting, nearly a meter longitudinal, half a meter horizontal, if it is not for the tea table is big enough, it will really be able to put down.

Yang Jing looked at the painting, with some joy and nostalgia, as if he had seen an old friend who had not seen him for many years.

He Guang also looked at it carefully, although he didn't understand it very well, but he also felt that this painting was very unusual, at least it would definitely not be worse than the painting of Dong Qichang that he saw in Yang Jing's house before.

In this ancient painting, there are rivers and slope stones, distant mountains and pavilions, boat figures, pine branches and strength, all of which are exquisite and vivid. And only a corner of the scenery is depicted, coupled with the undulating mountains of the distant mountains, it seems vast and far-reaching, and the artistic conception is profound.

"Hey, why is there no money on this painting, so don't you know who painted it?" He Guang suddenly said strangely.

Mi Yuzhu listened and said with a smile: "This "Jiangtian Pavilion Map" is an anonymous work, but because of its extremely high level, some experts now generally feel that this painting must be from the hand of a famous artist. ”

Anonymous, that is, anonymous, I don't know who did it.

"I see." He Guang nodded and said with some amazement.

Mi Yuzhu opened his mouth again and said: "The name of this "Jiangtian Pavilion Map" is not small, you see that there are "Cangyan", "Wanji Qingxuan", "Daya Zhai", "Empress Dowager Cixi's Imperial Treasure", these are all collection seals, it is said that Cixi liked this painting very much. ”

When He Guang listened, he was even more surprised: "Isn't this ancient painting very expensive?" He didn't know much about that, so he asked the most straightforward questions.

"Anyway, my father spent nearly 100 million yuan to shoot it, and that was several years ago, and now the price of this painting must be higher." Mi Yuzhu thought about it and said.

He Guang was a little stunned when he heard it, this was really too exaggerated for him, nearly 100 million dollars, just used to buy an ancient painting?

While the two were talking, they didn't see Yang Jing stretching out his hand and gently stroking the scroll, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a slight smile.

"I really didn't expect to see this painting again, how many years have I been? Oh yes, I painted it in the seventh year of Tiansheng in the Northern Song Dynasty, when I was forced to go by that guy Bao Zheng with a meal, and it has been nine hundred and ninety years to this day. ”

Seeing this painting, Yang Jing couldn't help but feel a little emotional, he didn't expect this painting to survive to this day.

Nine hundred and ninety years later, this painting is still there, but the friend who gave it to him has already turned into loess.

Back then, it was also a coincidence that he met Bao Zheng, but the two had a similar smell and called them confidants.

It's a pity that such a friend who impressed Yang Jing was not long-lived, and in the seventh year of Jiayou in the Northern Song Dynasty, that is, in May of 1062 AD, he suddenly fell ill.

When Yang Jing learned the news, he rode a fast horse day and night and rushed to Bao Zheng's place.

But Yang Jing at that time never expected that Bao Zheng's condition was extremely serious, and when he arrived, Bao Zheng was already dying.

No matter how good Ren Yangjing's medical skills are, he is powerless to return to the sky.

Seeing this painting given to Bao Zheng, Yang Jing suddenly remembered that day, when Bao Zheng was dying, he held his hand tightly and said a word.

"Brother Yang, it is my luck to have such a confidant as you in my life."

On May 24, Bao Zheng died of illness at the age of 64, and it was only a dozen days from his illness to his death.

In fact, Yang Jing was very self-blaming at that time, he felt that if he could arrive faster, he might be able to save Bao Zheng, a good friend and confidant.

It wasn't until hundreds of years later that Yang Jing understood that even if he arrived early, he would not be able to save Bao Zheng.

Because in terms of modern medicine, Bao Zheng should have terminal cancer, so he died within a month of the onset of the disease.

There are a lot of memories, but in reality it is just a momentary thing, Yang Jing withdrew his hand indifferently and looked at Mi Yuzhu.

"Miss Mi, I want to buy this "Jiangtian Pavilion Map"." Yang Jing said calmly.

Originally, it was a painting made by himself, and remembering an old friend, Yang Jing wanted to take this painting back into his hands.

Mi Yuzhu was dumbfounded, she was thinking of taking Yang Jing to take a look, why didn't he play cards according to common sense?

"Huh? I, my father liked this painting very much, so ......" Mi Yuzhu bit his lip and spoke, the meaning of rejection in his words was very obvious.

Yang Jing's expression did not change, and he said: "Please also trouble Miss Mi to tell your father, the price is not a problem." ”

Seeing that Yang Jing was so persistent, Mi Yuzhu hesitated a little.

"Mr. Yang, you, do you like this painting very much? I can ask for you, but my father probably wouldn't sell it, and he used to say that this painting was the best of all his collections. Mi Yuzhu thought for a while and said.

It's just that outside the words, he is still telling Yang Jing that there is not much hope.