After three years of study, Jiang Cailing's danqing and calligraphy have made great progress, especially danqing, which is wonderful and lifelike. It's just that this is secretly studied, and others will not know that Song Qingyu is Jiang Cailing's master.

When Song Qingyu left, she sent Jiang Cailing a wood carving and picture scroll, the picture scroll has not been unfolded and disappeared from it, the wood carving is her appearance when she met Jiang Cailing for the first time, and the girl's confusion and helplessness are vividly portrayed, the world knows that Song Qingyu is good at calligraphy and painting, but I don't know that this carving wood carving is also an expert.

Jiang Cailing was reluctant, knowing that he didn't like gold and silver vulgar things, so he specially asked for a few jars of wine from the imperial dining room, which was his favorite osmanthus brew, and sent someone to pull a cart, as soon as he passed by the side of the car, he could smell the light fragrance of osmanthus and the strong smell of wine blended together, "Master Song, if he doesn't have enough wine in the future, just say it to the students." ”

"You're the worst student I've ever had, don't come to me if you're in trouble." Song Qingyu's eyes were glued to the wine jar and she couldn't take her eyes off, nor did she look at Jiang Cailing, and turned around to leave.

Just after leaving the palace gate, the vermilion palace door closed heavily, and a dark green cloth shirt quickly disappeared in front of him, the guards re-locked, Jiang Cailing still stood in place and did not leave, Song Qingyu's voice came through the narrow door, "Anyway, your skin is not much thinner than this city wall, so it's okay to look for me." ”

The woman in the palace gate raised a smile and said softly in her heart, no, if you leave this palace gate, you don't have to wade through this muddy water.

However, seven years later, Jiang Cailing still had the cheekiness to go to him.

Song Qingyu lived on the mountainside of Mingjing Mountain, Jiang Cailing did not dress up in disguise, let Bai He tie her double-ring bun, wear a plain clothes, and hold the osmanthus wine sent by Hao Zheng, and set off to Mingjing Mountain.

Jiang Cai went early in the morning, and when he saw a small house, it was already noon, and the sun was hanging high, shining on the colorful earth.

Along the path covered with fallen leaves, you will see a small house made of wood and thatch at the end. The fence formed a yard with a little greenery, and beside the house there were three or two chickens strolling proudly among the fallen leaves, a donkey was chewing grass tied to a stake, and a yellow dog barked when he saw a living man entering.

Hearing the barking of the dog, Song Qingyu brushed her hair, and saw a plain girl standing at the door with a double-ring bun standing at the door, the wine glass in her hand was stunned, and a person couldn't help but flash in her mind, that was his most proud student, and also the student he disciplined the most severely.

It's just that that child has now become a wisp of soul in the world.

"You go, old man, I don't see any guests."

"Master Song has only been seven years, how did he become an old man, your osmanthus brew is enough?"

"You ......"

"Now that I'm cheeky enough to come to you, don't you want to see me because I'm the worst student you've ever had."

Song Qingyu walked barefoot to the door and opened the wooden door, her hair was connected to her beard, her face was slightly drunk and drunk, and she smiled loudly, "Seven years, you are much uglier." ”

Song Qingyu is a person who sees through life and death, fame and fortune, and he didn't ask Jiang Cailing about his resurrection, the two of them each held osmanthus wine, as if they had returned to seven years ago, when the teachers and students commented on the calligraphy and painting of the famous masters of the previous dynasty.

If you want to buy osmanthus with wine, it is still like, a teenager travels.

Returning to the scene of Taozhenju, Song Qingyu saw her in the crowd, turned her head as if she didn't know her, and then took out a scroll and handed it to Hao Zheng, "I heard that you have set up an elegant room with some calligraphy and paintings." ”

Hao Zheng took the scroll in disbelief, and after thanking him, Song Qingyu rode away on a donkey.

Song Qingyu's only work in the past seven years came out, and everyone was very excited, some people thought that their works could be put together with Qingyu's paintings, and hurriedly went home to get their proud works; Some people thought that it must be a powerful character for this shop to invite a character like Song Qingyu, and they were ready to take advantage of the opening reward to buy more things.

Jiang Cailing looked at the overcrowded Taozhen Residence, the corners of her lips twitched a little smile, and just as she stepped in, she saw a golden-clothed young man standing at the door of the empty Treasure Residence, with jealousy clearly flashing in her grape-like eyes.

Liu Minglou looked at the other home where customers gathered, and only felt angry.

Taozhen Ju is clearly going to carry it with his Treasure Ju! And who is that barefoot man with his hair, it seems that he is obviously a madman and beggar-like figure, how can he be so sought after by these people!

The weird ugly woman came out of this shop last time, and the shopkeeper also came out to help her, thinking of the ugly woman who wanted to open a store with him when they first met, Liu Minglou suddenly thought, could it be that this store was opened by her?

Liu Minglou's heart flashed with instant regret, if he had agreed to cooperate with that ugly woman, even if it was a five-part red, it would be better than now.

But when he thought of the ugly woman who had caused him to be beaten last time, a thin anger appeared on his pale face, "Hmph, but even if you buy a few pills, you dare to call it 'Zhen', where it seems that we have a variety of goods, she is a few days of excitement, or it won't be long before these guests will return to our Treasure Residence!" ”

Jiang Cailing saw that everyone was buying pills in the front hall, and there were many people hanging calligraphy and paintings in the side hall, but no one was buying calligraphy and paintings. ”

Hao Zheng walked over with a smile, knowing Jiang Cailing's intentions, so he said loudly, "Sell, except for the calligraphy and paintings of Qingyu Jushi in my elegant room, all the calligraphy and paintings on the booth can be sold, and all the proceeds belong to the author himself." The boy who painted this painting did not set the price, and the girl looked at the bid, and if someone also liked the painting, it was up to him to see who bid higher. ”

"Well, the layout of this painting is exquisite, a large amount of blank space makes people feel comfortable, a simple brush outlines the posture of the bird, looking at this picture scroll makes people seem to have rushed to the nine skies as if they are at ease, this person's future is immeasurable, I will give fifty taels."

When everyone heard this, one of the men in cloth looked at Jiang Cailing with a surprised face, he had painted for many years, no one had ever commented on his paintings like this, and no one would pay fifty taels to buy his paintings, and their family's food and clothing for a year was only twenty taels of silver, so they were stunned for a while, flattered.

"I'll give a hundred taels!"

A delicate woman's voice came, Jiang Cailing looked back and saw a bright woman wearing a scarlet Luo skirt, covered with a gray fox fur cape.

It was Qian Lan.

Qian Lan didn't like this painting much, but because Jiang Cailing liked it, so she felt that she had to snatch this painting into her own hands.

"Two hundred taels."

"Two hundred and fifty taels!"

Jiang Cailing looked at Qian Lan's determined appearance, her red lips raised and she smiled, "Then this painting will be given to Miss Qian." ”

When the man heard that his painting had been photographed for two hundred and fifty taels, he quickly bit his arm, for fear that it was a dream.

After Qian Lan paid the bill, Jiang Cailing looked at the works on the wall intently, Xian Xian pointed to another inscription, and did not speak, but saw Qian Lan please take the first step to speak, "That calligraphy and painting are more money, I want it!" ”

The pair of words reads Li Taibai's "I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone." ”

Hao Zheng held back a smile and replied with a serious face, "This young lady, the price set by the author of that pair of characters is three hundred taels?" ”

Three hundred taels? Even a well-known genius in Luoyang City, a fourteen-character work is not so expensive.

Jiang Cailing saw Qian Lan hesitate, "Although this painting is brilliant, the overall layout is still slightly inferior. ”

Qian Lan thought that this was Jiang Cailing's trick, she was familiar with all kinds of rouge gouache, and she didn't know calligraphy and painting, since Jiang Cailing wanted to buy this pair of characters at the beginning, this must be good, so she opened her lips and said, "I bought it." ”

"I'll give four hundred taels!" Someone in the crowd shouted again, it was a middle-aged man.

Four hundred taels to buy the words written by an unknown person, this is funny when you think about it, but this man said faintly, "Look at this Feng Shen Yun, who is it like?" ”

"Like a swimming dragon, the penmanship is vigorous...... It's like a green jade layman! ”

"Correct solution, you see that this pen is like getting the true biography of the Qingyu monk, but the overall look is very different from the style of the Qingyu monk, the book is strong and natural, the iron painting silver hook, just like the Luan Hui Feng Dance, it can be seen that it is not a deliberate imitation, and the future is terrifying!"

This sentence shocked Jiang Cailing's heart, this picture was written by her, I didn't expect this middle-aged man to have such vicious eyes, and he could see that he could see the true biography of Master Song.

Hearing someone praise this painting like this, Qian Lan felt that it was a good one, "I'll give five hundred taels!" ”

Hao Zheng glanced at Jiang Cailing with a smile, then turned around, "Five hundred taels, is there anyone who offers a higher price!" ”

"Five hundred and fifty taels!"

"Six hundred taels!"

When he shouted six hundred taels, someone was already hesitating, and the middle-aged man shouted again, "Seven hundred taels!" ”

The crowd was boiling, seven hundred taels to buy fourteen words, and they all wanted to see who this Ling Yu was.

Although Qian Lan is ranked among the twelve noble girls in Luoyang, she also knows that many people will laugh at her shallowness of talent, if she can buy this pair of words today, this Mr. Ling Yu will be grateful to her, and others will also praise her for her insight into heroes.

So, Qian Lan was angry and said with a smile, "Seven hundred and fifty taels!" ”

No one continued to shout the price, Hao Zheng waited for a while, then took off the words himself and handed it to Qian Lan's hand, "Miss, this is yours." ”

After paying a thousand taels, Qian Lan and the others were curious about who this Ling Yu was.

Hao Zheng glanced at Jiang Cailing, and when he saw Jiang Cailing nodded, he said with a smile, "Ling Yu, it's the word Ling, and the author of this character is Mr. He Zhong's girl He Ling'er." ”

"What!" The joy on Qian Lan's face had not faded, and she pointed at Jiang Cailing and said in disbelief, "How could it be her?" ”

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