Taking advantage of the gap when the woman opened the picture scroll, Song Hao approached his cousin intentionally or unintentionally, and whispered:

"Listen to my uncle, you want me to introduce a rich woman, preferably something to do with the royal family?"

"Why did he tell you everything?"

As soon as Wang Quanquan wanted to explain that it was a joke, his cousin continued:

"Take the painting that girl just meets your requirements, she is a royal branch, you seize the opportunity."

"I ......"

Before the king could speak, the young woman exclaimed again:

"Ah, it's actually a painting by Guan Hyun Jae."

The rest of the people also focused on the painting when they heard this, Guan Xuanjae's name is too famous, even if he doesn't know much about calligraphy and painting, he has more or less heard of his name.

Guan Xuanzai, the word Dongting, was born in 659 years of the dynasty, and was born in a poor family.

In the first twenty-nine years of obscurity, he failed to participate in the imperial examination many times, and when he reached thirty, he met the nobles in his life.

Guan Xuanzai's life is not unsplendid, from the white-clothed Hanshi to the household Shangshu, he took less than five years, and the official Shangshu was called "Liu Guan Shuangfu" at that time.

In addition to his political achievements, Guan Xuanjae's calligraphy and painting are also amazing.

He imitated the ancients and learned from all over the world, classifying paintings on the original basis, and creating a set of "Guanti", which included the charm of calligraphy and painting, which was unique and attracted the literati to imitate.

Such a talent should be remembered in history, but whether he was in the officialdom or the people at the time, he had a mixed reputation, and later because of the case of covering up his son-in-law, half of the courtiers were forced to protect it, and the other half were dismissed from his post, and finally resigned and retired.

Regardless of its merits and demerits, calligraphy and painting alone, the next three hundred years are indeed unconvinced, in recent years, the price of his works has risen, the highest one sold for tens of millions last year.

……

Everyone looked at the painting in the woman's hand with amazement, and they could hardly believe that a poor boy like Wang Quanquan could come up with a priceless real handiwork.

Chu Yan, who was born in a royal family, did not measure the works by money and status, but carefully looked at the picture scroll, and finally smiled slightly:

"It's quite similar, I don't know who made it?"

"How can the girl be sure it's imitation?"

"Because the real thing is in my third brother's house."

The woman smiled, her third brother is the current Chu Cheng King, so it is naturally impossible to hang a fake in the living room.

A few people around heard the words with solemn faces, the dynasty has lasted for thousands of years, the royal family has branches and leaves, and the roots are deep, if anyone can be called the king, I am afraid that the prince has not a thousand but also eight hundred.

Since the late moon of the female emperor, successive emperors have intentionally or unintentionally reduced the number of titles, not only canceling the knighthood of their relatives, but even letting go of the royal bloodline.

Over the years, except for a limited number of titles that can be hereditary, most of the rest are princes who have become county kings, and county kings have become commoners, and there are very few people who can have the title of prince.

And in the current era, young people don't eat this at all, let alone expect them to be able to behave properly when they see the royal family.

If you are in a hurry, you will have to say "Princes and generals, would you rather have a kind?" ”

It's still the same sentence, and now young people are rebellious, and it's very difficult to get it.

……

The people around did not doubt what the woman said, and they all turned their eyes to the king's authority.

The latter looked calm and smiled gently:

"Guan Xuanzai's authentic handiwork, I really couldn't get it, although this painting is a copy, but it is also from everyone, it is the posthumous work of Zhou Hongfei and the old man Zhou."

Hearing the young man's words, several people present put away their contempt.

Zhou Hongfei is not as famous as Guan Xuanzai, but he is also well-known in the Beijing collection circle.

When Old Man Zhou was young, he was a young and handsome and romantic person, and he once made a county lord fall in love with him, but the two had a huge disparity in status, and they couldn't get together in the end.

This matter is not secret, and after adding branches and leaves to the market, it has become the "Liang Zhu" of the capital.

Zhou Hongfei has been immersed in calligraphy and painting all his life, and his pen is solid, and his works are indeed not lost on today's occasion.

Although the woman from the royal family is young, she has a lot of experience, and she carefully looked at the end of the payment, which was indeed written by Mr. Zhou himself.

She didn't ask how she got it, but solemnly rolled it up and put it back in the brocade box.

Outsiders may not know that the county lord who failed to have a lover and finally became a family was her grandmother.

Chu Yan sighed in her heart, and took out another scroll, which was light and simple to frame, and the paste on it didn't seem to be dry, and everything was cheap.

It is said that a person who can give away Zhou Hongfei's paintings at will should never be so stingy.

She opened the scroll completely, and what caught her eye was a big word "Shou", the red paper was sprinkled with gold, the ink was black, and the brushwork was elegant, which seemed to be not so simple.

Calligraphy is obviously not a woman's strong point, she looked up at the central crowd, looked left and right for a while, and finally found the person she was looking for, and then shouted despite the strange eyes of everyone:

"Mr. Fan, I have a piece here, please help me take a look."

An old man in a Tang costume turned around, his thinning hair combed into a bun on the top of his head.

Anyone who appears in this kind of dress is either engaged in art or performance art.

Looking at the old man's demeanor, there is a high probability that it is the former.

……

Seeing that it was the woman who called herself, the old man showed a kind smile, this girl was his student, her talent was not low, but she was a little stubborn, and she often scribbled with paint and ink, which was called "postmodern art".

When several young people saw the old man walking by, they all stood up with respect on their faces, and even their cousin Song Hao nodded slightly at each other.

Fan Jingcheng came to the front with his hands behind his back, and said to the apprentice with a smile:

"Let you work harder on a regular basis, and now you know how to find a master when you encounter a problem?"

"Sir, didn't you say it, you should be cautious and cautious in learning, and the difference is a thousand miles, I see a rough idea, but I don't dare to make a rash assertion."

"Heh, what do you see, tell me about it?"

The old man took the scroll and squinted at it.

Chu Ruyan said slowly on the side:

"This word is elegant and ethereal, self-contained, the pen is free and easy in one go, without the slightest pause and clumsiness, especially the ink, the pen is like lacquer, the shade is suitable, and there is a unique aroma, it should be the best Hui ink, just ......"

"Just what?"

Chu Ruyan glanced at the royal authority next to her, and whispered:

"It's just that the paper and mounting are too rough, and the method and good ink are blind."

The old man nodded, approached the paper and sniffed lightly, frowned, and said:

"Weird!"

"What's the weird way?"

"If the old man is not mistaken, there will be no second copy of this ink in the entire capital, it should be Zhou Hongfei's private ink."

After speaking, he closed the scroll and sighed:

"I think that old guy used a piece of Yan Qingchen's authentic handiwork in exchange for a small ink strip, and put it in front of us to display, saying that it is the only lost craft in the world, and the cost alone was more expensive than ten times the weight of gold back then.

He treats us like a baby, and it hurts us to smell it more, and this kind of miser didn't bring anything down after all. ”

The old man shook his head and finished speaking, opened the scroll again, and said unhurriedly:

"You are right, the word is indeed a good word, at least decades of skill, although the penmanship is not as concise as Zhou Hongfei, but it is better to be free and casual.

It can even be said that the mood of the person who wrote this word seems to be only in his twenties, and it is when he is in high spirits that he writes a 'longevity', but he writes the momentum of making trouble in the underworld and snatching longevity in the sky. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present couldn't help laughing, but Wang Quanquan couldn't laugh, because he wrote this word.

…… (End of chapter)