"Little girl, show the old man."

Sun Anmin was the closest to Baili Mingsu, and he could barely read the handwriting on the paper.

Because of this, he got up and stared at the manuscript with earnest eyes.

Baili Mingsu's move, everyone was quite puzzled, but at this moment, they were surprised when they saw the Great Confucian's reaction.

Baili Mingsu said: "The great Confucian wants to see, and the friendship does not dare to resign. ”

Then he respectfully stepped forward and handed over the manuscript to Sun Anmin.

Sun Anmin took it carefully, and if he got a treasure, he bowed his head and tasted it carefully.

Many literati looked at each other, wondering why the Great Confucian was like this, and couldn't help but discuss it secretly, and they were also curious about the manuscript.

Zhao Ziqian secretly said that it was not good, and his mind was thinking about countermeasures in a hurry.

He didn't see the handwriting, but it didn't matter anymore.

It will not be bad to be valued by Confucianism.

But seeing Sun Anmin's eyes, he fell on the paper without moving. The white whiskers tremble slightly, which should be caused by agitation.

"What are you doing standing? Sit down and watch with me. Xu Shi leaned up and urged.

He sat with Sun Anmin, but because he was a little far away, he wanted to lean in to take a closer look, but Sun Anmin took the lead.

"Good words, good words..."Sun Anmin looked excited, and kept muttering to himself.

The voice was small, but it was enough to show his mood.

Hearing Xu Shi's words, he woke up like a dream, and responded again and again: "Good, good." ”

Between seating, his eyes still stayed on the paper, and he even forgot to look at Xu Shi with him.

Xu Shi was helpless, so she had to look at it.

And the moment his gaze fell on the paper, his pupils shrank sharply and he fell into it.

"That's a good word."

Words of praise come out of the mouths of the two frequently, and they are not stingy.

"Chic and thin, fine strokes, sharp edges and corners, can be described as heroic..."

"Stable but not vulgar, dangerous but not strange, old but not dry, moist but not fat, demeanor and harmony, charming and exquisite, good words!"

"The fly in the ointment is that this word has just glimpsed the doorway, and it has not yet been completed. Even so, it's not bad, it's in a vein of its own..."

"The day when the penmanship is completed is the time when the sect is established."

"You don't have it to yourself, take it in the middle and look at it together." Xu Shi was dissatisfied, and his head poked a little more.

Half of his vision was suddenly blocked, Sun Anmin was suddenly displeased, and reprimanded: "Open your head." ”

The two began to compete for the best view.

This attitude has aroused the curiosity of many literati, who can be described as scratching their hearts and livers, and they are eager to rush forward to grab the manuscript so as to enjoy it.

Just think about it, they don't dare.

The words of praise from the two great Confucians were vaguely heard, and everyone was shocked.

What kind of calligraphy can get such a reputation from the two great Confucians?

Even Wen Qingjuan and Qian Yu couldn't wait.

After another moment, Qian Yue saw that Xu Shi and the others were still staring and couldn't put it down, and said angrily: "If it's a good word, you two shouldn't have it alone." ”

Wen Qingjuan said with a smile: "The old man wants to see what kind of calligraphy can make the two of them so unbearable." ”

Xu Shi and the two woke up like a dream, looked at each other, quite helpless.

Sun Anmin sighed: "It's no wonder that you lost your temper for a while. ”

He put the manuscript in Xu Shi's hand, and Xu Shi passed it to Qian Yu, looking reluctant to give up, obviously not enough of it.

Qian Yue took it, placed it between the two, and shared it with Wen Qingjuan.

Suddenly, the expressions of the two froze, and their reactions were the same as those of Xu Shi.

Many literati looked at each other, and the scene was funny.

"Really good word..."

"The body is strong, the bones are strong, and the words are good..."

"It's a pity that it's not yet complete..."

The scene was re-staged, but the roles were changed.

Many literati looked at each other in a daze.

Zhao Ziqian's face stiffened, and his bad premonition became more and more intense.

"Little girl." Wen Qingjuan raised his head suddenly, looked at Baili Mingsu and smiled: "You are the niece of Pei Guogong, right?" The old man has some friendship with Pei Guogong, and he is also acquainted with your deceased father, Qingguo Gong. It's good to sell this word to the old man, and the old man is willing to pay thousands of copper dollars. ”

Xu Shi and Sun Anmin bowed their heads and reminisced, indulging in the meaning of the words.

Qian Yu is still concentrating on the words, preoccupied.

Wen Qingjuan's words made the three of them startled, and they raised their heads suddenly, looking incredulous, secretly shameless.

For the sake of a manuscript, it is an old face that I don't want, and I will climb the relationship as soon as I open my mouth.

Many literati were even more shocked, a word, a thousand copper coins, what a sky-high price?

The person who wants to buy is still the elder of the Wen family, and the former secretary of the military department.

Even so, it seems that Mr. Wen is worried that Baili Ming will not be sold, so he talked about his past friendship for the first time.

Wen Qingjuan's wishful thinking, he knew that the preciousness of the manuscript was not only the words, but also the words.

Words are combined, but they are worth a thousand times.

However, there are people who don't want him to get his wish.

Xu Shi said: "Little girl, the old man also likes this word, if you sell it to the old man, the old man will pay 1,500 yuan." ”

Sun Anmin said: "The old man has two thousand. ”

Qian Yue sighed helplessly and said: "The old man's family is poor, so he can only take out a thousand copper coins. If the little girl sells this manuscript to the old man, it will be regarded as the old man owing you a favor, and if there is a need in the future, as long as it does not violate morality, the old man will definitely help. ”

Wen Qingjuan said: "The three are respected as great Confucians, and the old man is not as good as him. But this script, the old man will not let it, five thousand. ”

Xu Shi and the three glared angrily.

A big business, isn't it?

Can you do whatever you want?

They can really do whatever they want, and they can't afford to fight anymore.

At this moment, many literati have long been sluggish, as if struck by lightning.

"It seems like there's going to be a twist." Lin Bingqing turned his head and smiled at Wang Luohe.

Wang Luohe is not a stupid person, he has already seen a little tired, and his smug look is not there, but he still hummed: "What does that have to do with me?" ”

Lu Zhiyu couldn't help but look at Han Fu, who was still drinking, with a teasing face.

Baili Mingsu pretended to be helpless, and Wanfu said: "Please forgive the juniors for not being able to obey their fate, the juniors also like this manuscript and don't want to sell it to others." ”

Wen Qingjuan sighed in disappointment, and Qian Yu and the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Baili Mingsu continued: "According to Zhao Wenhao, this script was written by his attendant. If the seniors like it, just ask Zhao Wenhao to call the attendant and write a few more. In this way, the younger generation does not need to sell the manuscript, and the seniors can also get the words. Zhao Wenhao can prove himself better, isn't everyone happy? ”

Baili Mingsu's voice fell, and Zhao Ziqian's face suddenly turned to ashes.

When he saw that everyone saw that there were more heavyweight figures such as Wen Qingjuan and the three great Confucians, he couldn't help but secretly complain.

He forced himself to calm down, shook his head and sighed: "The old man is wrong, what the attendant wrote, not this script. ”

"Why?" Bai Li Mingsu pretended to be puzzled.

Zhao Ziqian said with a smile: "That attendant's calligraphy is clumsy and unsightly. ”

Baili Mingsu said: "But the younger generation took out the script, why didn't Zhao Wenhao read it, so he said conclusively, this is the one in Zhao Wenhao's house." ”

"This..."Zhao Ziqian was speechless for a moment, his brain teaser was racing, and a cold sweat broke out on his back unconsciously.

Especially facing many eyes, it makes him feel like a man on his back and sitting on pins and needles.

There was a brief silence.

Han Fu drank the sake in the pot, then shook himself and walked forward with the empty pot.

"The wine is enough..."

Han Fu was already a little drunk, and his steps were fluttering, and he walked to Baili Mingsu's side.

The two looked at each other and smiled, all without saying a word.