When the first rays of morning light shot into the Yang Mansion of Xinghuafang, Yang Xiangye was already dressed neatly, standing on the Youxiang Pavilion with his hands in his hands, overlooking this large mansion that occupied half of the place.

It's unexpected, that's fake!

Yang Xiangye twisted his beard with his hands, smiled on his lips, shook his head and sang, "Don't be related to the poor, don't learn from the rich." [1] After singing, his eyebrows jumped naughtily, and he teased: "I am the prosperous Mr. Wuliu!" Feelings and moods, all exactly the same! ”

Ever since he hit a soft nail at Xie Jiu's place, this was still a smile in his heart. Maybe he was fully immersed in the great achievements and joy of his family's great cause, or he was so indulged in Mr. Wuliu's state of mind that he didn't even realize that the housekeeper was behind him.

"Xianggong." The stone steward called out respectfully behind Yang Xiangye.

Yang Xiangye's body trembled slightly by his sudden call, turned his head, and was just about to start scolding, when he saw that the left eye of the steward was red and swollen, and he empathized with the "tsk" twice, and said earnestly: "Old Shi, I told you a long time ago, after receiving a salary, you should quickly honor your beloved wife, and don't mess with prostitutes." What do you think? Got the bitterness, right?! ”

The second monk of the stone steward was puzzled, raised his head blankly, and asked, "Why did Xianggong say this?" ”

Yang Xiangye smiled, and pointed at the corner of Shi Steward's eyes with his hand, "You said you, you called your wife like this, and you came to ask me why I said this?" Okay, okay, today you will be down-to-earth in the house, and leave the errand to others to do, don't go out and be embarrassed. ”

The stone steward was stunned, and grinned: "Xianggong, you misunderstood, the small one is modeled after the half-plum makeup of Donggu Xie Langjun." In our workshop, it goes up to ninety-nine, and when it goes down to just walking, one is painted on each face. Look, is it beautiful? ”

"Beauty?" Yang Xiangye's mood just now became cloudy, and it was dark. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the corner of the stone steward's eye, and it was really floating on the surface, and he swept a faint layer of red with rouge. It is said that it is half a plum blossom, but in fact it is the first three small circles on a large circle, which does not look like a plum blossom, but looks like someone has beaten it.

Yang Xiangye's beard under his chin trembled unhappily, and he sneered: "Half plum makeup? Xie Jiu didn't chant poetry against him, but made a fuss on his face instead? ”

Shi Guan patronized the pursuit of fashion, forgetting that Yang Xiangye and Xie Jiulang were competing. He shrunk his shoulders, hung his head cautiously, and replied respectfully, "I don't know, little one." ”

"I don't know, I don't know. You know how to pretend to be crazy and stupid. Yang Xiangye's rising anger disappeared because of the docile appearance of the stone steward.

Yang Xiangye straightened his waist and asked in a tone of voice: "Say, what's the matter?" ”

When he asked, Lao Shi was in trouble. He came to find Yang Xiangye not for anyone else, but for Xie Jiulang.

Hesitating whether to say it or not, Yang Xiangye urged impatiently, "Say it!" Painting half a flower on your face will make you dumb? If you make a whole flower, you're not deaf anymore? ”

"Xianggong!" Lao Shi paused for a moment, and then said: "Xie Langjun set up a small number in the open space in front of Shouchang Gate and wrote a pleadings in public." After a while, there were many onlookers. ”

The east gate of the palace is called Shouchang.

When Yang Xiangye heard this, he was happy, "Write a pleading? Who is he going to sue? ”

Lao Shi lowered his eyelids and replied, "Princess Huiyan." ”

"Okay, then let him sue! Who would dare to take his pleadings?! I don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the yellow mouth child! Yang Xiangye slipped his mouth, was full of energy, straightened the sleeves of his robe, and said: "He also ran to the palace to fool around, I will see how he ends up this time!" ”

"Xiangye, don't you know, yesterday from dusk to night, whether it was a big hotel or a small restaurant, there were rap artists talking about Princess Huiyan's bullying of Xie Jiulang. There are also many people who say that Xie Jiulang apprenticed to paint half-plum makeup, and after a night of hard work, Kyoto Erlang competed to follow suit. Speaking of this, Steward Shi paused slightly, touched his cheek lightly with his fingers, sighed heavily, and continued: "Even the merchants who walk the streets and alleys are selling the monkey peach purse that Xie Jiulang wore on his waist yesterday. ”

Because Xie Jiulang's master is the clumsy Weng Han Bing, Xie Jiulang's actions are particularly eye-catching. Not only Xie Jiulang's face was bruised, but even the peach satin-faced monkey with a peach purse that he specially changed into has become the new favorite of the people.

As soon as Steward Shi said that Xie Jiulang showed his face, Yang Xiangye felt sour.

"Gotcha, gotcha. I don't have to control the business of small traders and hawkers. Hurry up and wash your face, what should you do! Yang Xiangye waved his hand disappreciatively, and said: "Xie Jiulang will finish writing in front of Shouchang Palace." I think he just wants to vent the frustration in his chest. ”

Steward Shi felt that Xie Jiulang acted like this, and there must be something strange in it.

Yang Xiangye saw that Shi Guan was thoughtful, and asked again: "Is there anything else?" ”

"Returning to the courtesy. The price of the two authentic paintings of Zhao Niangzi in Duobao Zhai is high again. The stone steward said with a sad face: "Xianggong, the painting is a good painting, but the price is inflated, so let's give it to others." ”

Yang Xiangye has been collecting Zhao Niangzi's calligraphy and paintings for some years. At the beginning, it was only for the artistic conception and superb skills in Zhao Niangzi's words. Later, the value of Zhao Niangzi's Mobao continued to rise. Yang Xiangye sold a few paintings and really made a good profit. Since then, Yang Xiangye has to inquire about Zhao Niangzi's works.

A few days ago, a painting of Zhao Niangzi suddenly hung out in Duobao Zhai. One "Mulian Saves Mother" and one "Spring Garden", because it was made by Zhao Niangzi in the later period, the meaning is very different, and the value is higher.

The shopkeeper of Duobao Zhai is a personal elite, and he has to order these two paintings to be the one with the highest price, and auction them in disguise.

Lao Shi complied with Yang Xiangye's orders and offered three or two prices, but he couldn't buy the painting back as he wished.

In the past few days, bidders have been even more frantic to push the two paintings to new highs. Even Lao Shi was stunned.

Where is buying a painting? It's basically a good land and an industry!

Worth! Worth!

Lao Shi felt that it was not worth it, Yang Xiangye was itching, and the painting "Mulian Saving Mother" had unique brushstrokes, and the characters were vividly portrayed, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the pinnacle of Zhao Niangzi's work. If it is included in the account, it will increase by three or five times in the future.

Yang Xiangye raised his hand and said loudly: "Lao Shi, I am determined to get these two paintings, no matter what the price is." You must do this. ”

The prince had an order, but Lao Shi refused, and replied helplessly: "The little one obeys the order." ”

The news that Xie Jiulang wrote the pleadings in front of the Shouchang Gate seemed to have grown legs and feet, and it blew to various places in Kyoto, and His Royal Highness the King of Jin in Changxin Palace also received the wind.

In fact, King Jin heard last night that Princess Huiyan entered the palace at night and stayed in Siyi Palace. His Majesty the Emperor Huiyan's mother and daughter shared dinner, giving Concubine Ning Shu's mother's face.

Xie Jiulang rushed to the open space in front of Shouchang Gate to write about the various oppressive acts that Huiyan had done to her when the door was opened.

King Jin was a little unpredictable about what Xie Jiulang was thinking. He couldn't figure it out, even Liantong, who was studying ink for Xie Jiulang at this time, couldn't figure out the little lady's thoughts. He rolled up his sleeves and half-knelt beside the low table, concentrating on studying ink for Xie Jiulang.

Xie Jiulang worked hard to write, without a moment's pause, in order to complete it in one go.