Looking at his father, like a child, arguing with each other, Zhang Puhe and Chen Zilai immediately showed embarrassed expressions on their faces, and looked at Bai Jin for help.

Bai Jin seemed to be accustomed to such a situation, and without saying a word, he walked to the chessboard, glanced at the chessboard, and then took a white piece from the old man's front and fell.

The two who were arguing suddenly stopped, and the two looked at the chessboard in surprise, and then Zhang Sima immediately shouted.

"Watching chess is silent, a true gentleman, how can Brother Bai be so unauthentic, this game is not a restart."

The old man held the chessboard with both hands, hahaha laughing.

"I just said I was going to do it all over again, what did you say? You said that it was only half a game, and this is only half a game, so why do you want to do it again? ”

Bai Jin's action, the two did not stop arguing, but quarreled more lively.

Bai Jin ignored them, reached out and took a black spot from the chess piece in front of Zhang Sima and fell.

Then in front of the stunned Zhang Sima and the old man, Bai Jin quickly dropped the chess pieces, and after only a while, the game was over.

"Baizi wins one and a half glances."

Bai Jin finally announced.

Seeing that the chess game was over, Zhang Sima and the old man looked at each other.

"Hey, hey, hey, Brother Bai, you're too boring, you're done, what are we going to do with our brothers?"

Bai Jin ignored the complaints of the two old men, but glanced at Li Xi, Qing Huan noticed that Li Xi had an extra scroll in his hand at some point, and after Bai Jin's signal, Li Xi respectfully sent the scroll to Bai Jin.

Bai Jin said in a somewhat regretful tone.

"A few days ago, someone gave me a picture of the garden of the Lingxiao monk, I wanted to take it out for the two of them to taste and taste, since the two of them are more willing to play chess, it seems that my intentions are only in vain, I still let people send the garden map, send it back to the house, keep it for yourself to enjoy slowly."

After Bai Jin finished speaking, he made a gesture to ask Li Xi to send the painting back.

The old man sitting on the chessboard couldn't sit still any longer, quickly left the chair, came to Bai Jin in a few steps, took the scroll from Bai Jin's hand, and walked to the table next to him to unfold the scroll.

The scroll was very large, and the old man only half of the picture scroll was half unfolded to occupy half of the table, and seeing that the table could not be placed, he had to roll up half of the picture scroll and spread it out half, and bent down to look at the painting carefully.

Zhang Sima didn't get up, only pointed at the old man with his hand and scolded with a smile.

"Brother Yannan, Brother Yannan, you have also been the director of the country, the famous Liuchuan layman, how can your eyelids be so shallow, just a picture scroll, let you be so disrespectful, how can you look like a teacher.

If your students who worship you as a god see you, they will think that you have a demonic obstacle. ”

Qing Huan had long expected that it would not be an ordinary person who could laugh and scold with a character like Zhang Sima, but when he heard Zhang Sima reveal this person's identity and knew that this person was the second in command of the Guozijian and the highest university in Dachang, he was still deeply shocked.

Guozijian Siye is from the official position of the fourth grade, only from the position of the top is not high, but the students who go out from his hands are not a few officials in the court, such a person, the status is far above his official position, I am afraid that he is a person who has to give three points of courtesy today.

Before, she had always felt that the name Chen Zilai was somewhat familiar, but now that she heard the words Liuchuan Jushi again, she finally remembered where she had heard these two people.

Before she escaped from the Hua family on the fifth day of the fifth month of May, she had heard the Hua brothers and sisters mention it in the Cai Lou, and then she remembered what the second brother of the Hua family said when she mentioned Chen Zilai.

"I can't make it, you are really a decent gentleman when you are that Chen Wu, it's not the goods that secretly run to the Dingfang Building every day, I don't recognize him, the Hailian girl in Dingfang Lou can be very familiar with him, this news is what the Hailian girl said and I heard, I can still lie to you."

Because these words involved some Fengyue matters, and they also made the Hua family brothers and sisters awkward, Qing Huan was particularly impressed by this matter, but he didn't remember that the person who said it was Chen Zilai for a while.

Thinking of these things, Qing Huan quietly looked at this Chen Zilai carefully with his eyes, and couldn't help but slander in his heart.

"I didn't expect this person to look dignified, but he is also a minister under the skirt, looking for flowers and asking about the willow's temperament, it is really unseemly."

Just when Qing Huan was thinking nonsense, Mr. Yannan had already preliminarily completed the appraisal of the painting scroll.

At this time, he was fully focused on the painting, and he did not pay any attention to the sarcasm of the painting, but gently stroked the edge of the painting with his hand and muttered to himself.

"The pen is expressive, the depiction is delicate and nuanced, and the landscape characters are all lifelike, which is indeed the painting of Lingxiao Jushi.

The paintings of Ling Xiao monks who have been handed down in the world are very rare, this painting is four feet and four open, such a large picture scroll, such a delicate painting, it can be called a unique piece. ”

Most literati love painting, but there are not many obsessed people like Mr. Yannan, and Zhang Sima is actually very interested in that painting, but he knows the temper of his old friend, so he suppresses his curiosity and does not compete with him.

At this time, listening to Mr. Yannan's comment, I couldn't bear it anymore, got up from the chair, raised my feet and walked towards my old friend, but the jokes in my mouth still didn't stop.

"Look at what you said, it's indeed a painting of Lingxiao Jushi', you don't want to think about who got this painting, Brother Bai is a character who is more refined than a monkey, how can a fake painting deceive his eyes, how can you judge the authenticity."

Zhang Sima walked to the table where the painting was paved in two steps, finally closed his mouth, bent down to look at the painting carefully, and a look of admiration quickly appeared on his face.

Zhang Puhe and Chen Zilai also approached the table, looking at the painting with their necks straight across the bodies of the two old men.

Qing Huan was not interested in painting or poetry, and the table was not big, and it was taken up by two old guys on one side, so he didn't go to join in the fun.

Seeing that those people didn't have time to take care of themselves, she simply found a chair for herself to sit down, poured herself a cup of tea, and leisurely enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the West Lake outside the window, while drinking tea, without the restraint of being a guest.

It wasn't until half a cup of tea entered her stomach that she remembered that she seemed to have neglected someone, and hurriedly turned her head to look into the room, only to see that Bai Jin had already sat on a chair not far from her at some point, and when Qing Huan looked over, Bai Jin was also looking at her.

Qing Huan didn't expect to meet his eyes, nodded with a smile, and was about to say a few kind words, Bai Jin had already turned his head and looked at the lake outside the window, obviously unwilling to deal with her.

"Cut, what are you dragging, you don't want to pay attention to the master, the master still doesn't want to pay attention to you."

Qing Huan sneered, angry, and didn't look at the lake again, but turned his eyes to a bottle of flower arrangement not far from him.