When Jiang He woke up, the morning bell had struck three times, and the bell from the tower of Chengtianmen of Taiji Palace always spread to every drum tower in the city at this time of day. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jiang He opened his eyes and found that he was not sleeping on his small, hard and narrow wooden bed, but on a large comfortable and spacious bunk.

When he opened his misty eyes, he was greeted by a luxurious brocade bed, and he raised his hand, but he was holding a luxurious and comfortable brocade quilt in his hand.

Jiang Heleng sat up and found himself sleeping in a room that he was completely unfamiliar with.

Jiang He put on his clothes and pushed the door out, only to realize that he had slept in the inn opposite the restaurant yesterday.

It turned out that He Hongcai planned to send someone to send Jiang He back to the house yesterday, but no one knew where this Jiang Dacai lived, so he had to throw Jiang He in the inn.

But this inn is not cheap. The river can be seen from the mattress sheet.

He looked down at the dust on his clothes, and vaguely remembered that he seemed to be lying on the ground asleep last night?

A morning breeze blew, and Jiang He shook his head, which was still a little confused, and didn't plan to think about last night's events again.

He patted the dust off his clothes, scooped a scoop of water from the tank, and flushed his face. He grabbed the coarse salt on the table and washed his teeth, and then picked up his oil-paper umbrella and walked out of the inn door.

Out of the inn, Jiang He went to the store to buy two meat buns, and at this moment the street was bustling with pedestrians who were rushing early and idle men eating breakfast were walking back and forth on the street.

Jiang He grabbed the meat with oiled paper and ate it as he walked.

He didn't go directly to his small courtyard, but planned to go to Hu Xiaoliu's shop first.

Hu Xiaoliu was a lazy person, so when Jiang He walked into the courtyard and found that Hu Xiaoliu was still washing his face, he didn't show any surprise.

Hu Xiaoliu looked at Jiang He, suddenly grinned, dropped the towel in his hand and walked towards him.

"Master Jiang, I heard from the guy that you didn't go back to the hospital last night?"

Jiang He picked up the teapot on the stove and poured himself a cup of hot tea, he felt that Fang Cai's meat bun was a little greasy, and after drinking the tea, Jiang He looked at Hu Xiaoliu's swishing expression and replied seriously: "Well, I was drunk last night." ”

Hu Xiaoliu also poured tea, smiled and said, "Then you didn't find a girl who warmed the bed?"

Jiang He had a black line at one end, looking at Hu Xiaoliu.

"Can you please stop thinking about these things that don't make any sense. ”

Hu Xiaoliu smiled disappreciatively and said, "Life is meaningless, so you can't let yourself be too boring, if you want me to say, why don't I take you to Xiangxiang Cave today?"

Jiang He hurriedly waved his hand, he didn't want to go to the place where the bones were grinding again.

Hu Xiaoliu laughed when he saw the cold appearance of Jiang He.

"Hey, by the way, how did Jiang Ye feel about the holy banquet last night?"

Jiang He was holding a teacup and tasting this freshly brewed tea, Ben Hu Xiaoliu didn't mention it, but when he mentioned Jiang He, he almost smashed the teacup in his hand on his messy head.

"Hu Xiaoliu, are you honestly purging me?!"

Hu Xiaoliu looked at the angry river in surprise, and asked puzzledly: "What's the matter, what did I do to you?"

"You are still pretending! You know that the first candidate on the list is going to toast the saint, why don't you remind me?"

Hu Xiaoliu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then suddenly said as if he remembered: "Oh... That's what you said, it wasn't me who drank back then, of course I don't remember!"

Then he suddenly laughed, and from Jiang He's expression, he seemed to think of the embarrassing picture.

"Haha, I said Jiang Ye, you won't say anything rebellious, right?"

Jiang He drank the tea in the cup, and then threw it towards Hu Xiaoliu, but was caught by Hu Xiaoliu with a smile.

"Hey, hey, don't smash my cup, I said that you can show your face in front of the hundred officials in a beautiful way, but you earned face in this way, I obey. ”

Hu Xiaoliu looked at the river that was approaching the rampant, and finally held back his laughter, then put away his smile and said loudly: "Then why are you drunk at the holy banquet? I have never heard of a master who dares to get drunk in front of the emperor." ”

Jiang He waved his hand, and then explained the situation last night to Hu Xiaoliu, and finally said that when he was drunk and fell to the ground and did not wake up, Hu Xiaoliu laughed heartlessly again.

"Jiang Ye, you are really a strange person! I, Hu Xiaoliu, am completely convinced. ”

Hu Xiaoliu gave Jiang He a thumbs up, but Jiang He didn't intend to accept this weird praise.

"But there's one thing you're doing well. ”

Jiang He was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's the matter?"

Hu Xiaoliu put down the cup in his hand, and then replied: "As you said, Fu Anran personally bought a painting of yours, so I guess that this afternoon at the latest, the threshold of your small painting will be broken." ”

Jiang He was puzzled, and Hu Xiaoliu explained with a smile: "You don't know, who Fu Anran is." Kyoto City wants to say that the person who knows the most about painting, except for the current Shangshu Lord, no one can compare to Fu Anran. And this Fu Anran likes to show off his collection to others the most, maybe he will hold a painting appreciation conference in his house when he retires from the dynasty at this time. ”

"So what?"

Hu Xiaoliu looked at Jiang He with a serious face, hated that iron could not become steel, and said: "So, you'd better go back to the courtyard and hang two paintings now, and then wait for the sky-high price!"

Who knew that Jiang He looked at Hu Xiaoliu disapplauded, and then said, "Heh... If you don't sell it, let them squeeze in, and I'll lock the door. ”

Now it was Hu Xiaoliu's turn to be puzzled, thinking that there are still people in the world who don't like money? He looked at Jiang He with a serious face, thinking that he was joking.

"Have you ever heard the story of Luoyang paper being expensive? You can go back and draw a few strokes now, and I will guarantee that you will sell it for a thousand taels tomorrow." ”

Jiang He remained unmoved, leaning against the door and watching the red sun that had just risen on the eaves.

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow is the Ivy League. ”

Hu Xiaoliu was stunned when he heard this, and only then did he remember this, he pondered and closed his mouth that kept chattering.

Indeed, compared to the paintings that sell for thousands of taels, the Qingteng Club is much more important than it, not to mention the bet between Jiang He and Li Qiushuang, with Jiang He's current strength, he may be able to go through two rounds at most at the Qingteng Club, if there is no accident, Jiang He will become the first student in the history of the Protectorate who has not entered the inner courtyard.

The inner court, that place of legend.

Hu Xiaoliu couldn't help frowning, and then said, "How is your sword practice?"

Jiang He still looked at the eaves and replied, "Almost, after all, it's only three days of swordsmanship." ”

Hu Xiaoliu raised his hand and grabbed his hair, suddenly feeling a little anxious. He remembered a few things hidden in the box in his backyard, which might be of some use to the river, but he wanted to faintly remind the rules of the Qingteng Club.

"You must not rely on anything other than a weapon. ”

He sighed helplessly, and then said to Jiang He, "You really can't cultivate?"

Jiang He put away his eyes, looked at Hu Xiaoliu and smiled slightly, and said, "Really." ”

Hu Xiaoliu sighed again and said, "Then I suggest you don't go, you can sell two paintings honestly, no matter how bad it is, there will be thousands of taels of silver." ”

Jiang He looked at Hu Xiaoliu's eyes and his messy beard that he hadn't shaved for a long time, and then laughed again.

"No, I want to try. ”

"Alas. Hu Xiaoliu knew Jiang He's temperament, and he didn't plan to persuade him again, but he still couldn't help but say: "Be careful, it's better to admit defeat than to be disabled." ”

Jiang He frowned when he heard this blessing, which was more like a curse, looked at Hu Xiaoliu with dissatisfaction and said, "I really can't speak... Did you have breakfast?"

Hu Xiaoliu nodded, not knowing why Jiang He suddenly asked this.

Jiang He picked up the paper umbrella in his hand, looked at the red sun that had broken away from the eaves, and said, "Accompany me to practice swords." ”

....

Fu Anran looked at several old friends sitting in his courtyard with a smile on his face, holding a bowl of hot tea in his hand, and the white smoke from the tea bowl rose and floated on his long white beard.

"Old ghost Fu, what paintings did you receive for us to see?"

"Heh... Fu Lao Ghost likes to show off the most, and he really can't get used to it. ”

"Wait until one day I buy the "A Dream of Sending Incense", and then I will use it to envy you. ”

A purple-clothed official looked at the man who had just spoken with a cup of tea, and then said, "Lord Bai, if you can buy that painting, I will really convince you." ”

The man said disapprerovingly: "Is this difficult? I am discussing the demolition of the shop in Nancheng with the shopkeeper Li today, do you think he will not sell my face?"

"Heh... Yes, you're amazing, wait until you buy it and then envy me, okay?"

Everyone shouted for a while, it seems that these people have a good relationship, although they are wearing official uniforms of different ranks, but there is really no intrigue between superiors and subordinates, but like a group of young people fighting to win here.

And Fu Anran, as the main family, is still a mysterious appearance, holding his long beard without saying a word.

Everyone was tired of arguing, and finally remembered the purpose of coming today, so they turned to Fu Anran and asked, "Old ghost Fu, how strange are you today, in the past few days, you are more anxious than anyone else to show off, why are you dumb today?"

"Pretend to be mysterious, take it and take a look, my mother-in-law will judge me again later." ”

"It's just that looking at you like that, it makes the old man think that you bought the painting of Xiangxiang Cave back. ”

Fu Anran finally stopped laughing, he stretched out and waved gently, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said to the civil official who spoke lastly: "It's similar to what you said." ”

After Fu Anran finished speaking, the courtyard suddenly fell silent, and everyone turned their heads to look at Fu Anran.

A tree flower was blown down from a branch by the wind and floated into a teacup in someone's hand.

After a moment, there was an endless clamour.

"Old man, really?!Damn, you're too rich, aren't you?"

"Impossible, Xiangdong didn't even buy Lord Shangshu's account, you may buy it, I don't believe it, take it out and show it to me!"

Fu Anran was full of smiles, listened to the urging of those old friends unhurriedly, and then took a sip of tea, as if he didn't see the tree flower in the tea bowl.

He drank the tea, snorted softly, and then said slowly: "I didn't buy the one in the Xiangxiang Cave, but..."

"But what! Say it quickly, or I'll play you tomorrow!"

The old man in green clothes urged loudly and dissatisfiedly, and his unangry and arrogant look made people feel at a glance that he was a big official who had been sitting on the high platform for a long time.

Fu Anran didn't seem to hear it, smiled slightly and continued: "But I met that painter last night when I was drinking and asked him to make a painting for me. ”

As he spoke, Fu Anran took out a richly framed painting scroll from behind his back and rolled it gently, very carefully.

I don't know when, the courtyard was quiet, even quieter than just now, even the breathing of everyone in the courtyard was almost inaudible, a magpie quietly folded its wings and landed on the branches, but the sound of the branches and leaves vibrating suddenly loud like a gust of wind blowing through the bamboo forest.

The magpie was startled, wondering why so many people in this courtyard were so silent.

As Fu Anran slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand, more and more heavy breathing sounded in the small courtyard.

A pair of eyes stared at the scroll without blinking, as if staring at a peerless treasure that was about to appear, those eyes were full of greed, or disbelief, if the eyes could really breathe fire, maybe Fu Anran at this moment had been burned to ashes.

A picture scroll was finally fully unfolded, and someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva violently.

"This front, this line.... It's really..."

"No... It can't be..."

Fu Anran was very satisfied with the expressions of these people, very satisfied, and then he put the painting away.

"Old man, don't take it, let me take another look!"

"Old man, I want this painting, how much does it cost!"

"Master Fu, look at the "Autumn Mountain Frost Falling" and the "Wild Fishing" I told you last time, you can take it if you like, how about selling me this one?"

"Boss Fu, Uncle Fu..."

Fu Anran waved his hand, his face was full of smiles, and then he stuffed the painting into his arms, holding the end of the painting scroll tightly with one hand, and used his actions to show the clear intention of the painting in the person.

The people below stared anxiously, wanting to rush up to grab the painting, but also afraid that Fu Lao Ghost would ruin this masterpiece by holding on to the painting.

"Master Fu, the painter is in your house at the moment?"

"yes, why don't you introduce us?"

....

Fu Anran suddenly laughed, and his treacherous appearance made people feel like an old fox who had become a spirit.

He stroked his beard, and then said slowly, "I naturally know where the painter is, but you know that a genius like this has a quirky personality, so I'm not sure if you can buy a painting in his hand." ”

"But..."

The old man sitting on the far right slapped his palm on the chair and said loudly: "But what, you say it quickly!"

"However, I got the painter's handwriting with me last night, and He Hongcai, you can buy the pair in his hand. ”

When everyone heard this, they were overjoyed. Hey, there's no way to take this old ghost Fu, can't you take that little squire officer?

Several old men who couldn't wait had already gotten up and walked outside the courtyard gate at this moment, for fear that they would be preempted by others if they were slow.

For a while, there was a lot of noise in the courtyard, some had already hurriedly sent people to drive the carriage to He Hongcai's mansion, and some people had just put out the name and residence of Jianghe's painting in Fu Anran's mouth, and they also hurriedly went out of the courtyard gate.

Fu Anran was still sitting on the chair, holding his beard and smiling.

The small courtyard that was noisy at the last moment, there are only a few people left at this moment, and most of them are still unrelenting about the painting in Fu Anran's arms. Fu Anran firmly grasped the painting scroll, and then stretched out a palm to several people.

Drop-off.

The magpie, which had not yet flown far, stood on the eaves of the street, waiting for a pair of glasses like red beans, looking at this small courtyard with some incomprehension, thinking that human beings are really strange movements, and they are always startled....