The old Bizhai stove room was full of fragrant vegetables, and Ning Que stood behind Sangsang...... After all, he couldn't hold back and asked, "Is there anyone who suspects that I let it out myself?"

Sang Sang didn't look back and said, "I heard that I thought I was secretly selling it." ”

"I'm really embarrassed to ask you to bear the reputation of a thief.

Ning Que said with shame on his face.

Sang Sang looked at the burn of the green cabbage and bean curd in the pot, closed the stove valve with his little foot, and said while putting the bean curd into the bowl: "Young master, it's okay, as long as you can sell it for a price." ”

Ning Que took the increasingly heavy bean curd bowl and said, "I hope so." ”

In recent days, there has been a news in the calligraphy and antique shop in Chang'an City that there are seven old Bizhai bookmarks ready to be sold, and I heard that these seven bookmarks are from a certain little maid who is greedy for money and favored.

Of course, this is not the case, six of the seven bookmarks were written by Ning Que one night, and he wanted to sell them, the reason why he wanted to go around in such a big circle, and bring the girl Shui Zhu'er in, and even did not hesitate to let Sang Sang bear the reputation of a good wealth seller, mainly because of three reasons.

First of all, Ning Que didn't want anyone to know, and now he needed a large sum of silver, because he didn't want others to know what this silver was going to do. Secondly, because as a first-rate or even super-first-class calligrapher in the world, it is a shame to sell his own works, no matter how you look at it.

The most crucial is the third point. If he wanted to sell his book openly, the emperor in the palace would definitely borrow it or buy it at an official price.

The book that the emperor borrowed from the old pen has not been returned, as for the official price...... Where can he meet Ning Que's current demand for silver taels, so he thought of such a way.

Sang Sang cut some minced mustard and plucked it on the green cabbage and bean curd with chopsticks, and asked, "Do you want to pour sesame oil?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "The corners of my mouth are so anxious, it's better to eat lightly." ”

Sang Sang grabbed a pinch of sesame seeds with his thin fingertips, sprinkled them into the bean curd evenly, and asked, "Yesterday, I calculated the accounts with Fourth Master Qi again, and the difference in the number of silver coins is still seven more, will there be less books?"

"Even if you release too much of your precious stuff at one time, it will depreciate in price, just like Chan Kum Kee's fat powder, if it is all over the street, why is it so expensive. ”

Ning Que said: "I was still worried about whether the market price would be smashed if the seven bookposts were thrown on the market at one time, but now it seems that Yishiju really has some ability. ”

Sang Sang held the bean curd bowl, his eyes were slightly furrowed, and said, "I don't know how much it can be sold for in the end." ”

Ning Que said: "How can six book stickers on the Tao side sell for eighteen thousand, right? The most important thing is that the chicken soup post at the end is that I don't know how much it can be sold for." ”

Sang Sang asked suspiciously, "Is that chicken soup paste really the original?"

Ning Yi nodded, looked at the array pestle resting in the inconspicuous corner of the display shelf, and said, "That chicken soup post has been wrapped in the pestle that the master asked you to hand over to me. ”

Then he said with emotion: "The master is an old liar, I am very moved. ”

This sentence is ridicule and sighing, more because Tao sighed in the conversation with General Xu Shi a few days ago, Xu Shi insisted that Master Yan Se was a bright and righteous mess, and now it proves that the deceased ancestor is really a guy who loves to mess around, and Ning Que is naturally pleased.

Sang Sang said worriedly: "I'm worried that Old Master Wang will be angry." ”

Ning Que sneered and said: "Four thousand taels of silver, I want to buy chicken soup from the master, a foolish character like the prince, who else can the master deceive if he doesn't lie." ”

Sangsang said: "But a lie is still a lie after all. ”

Ning Que pondered for a moment and asked, "Have you inquired clearly?"

Sang Sang said: "Mr. Wang is originally from Qing. "County, recently, the clan has been planning to rebuild the ancestral hall and rebuild the genealogy, and the leader of the bachelor's mansion has been preparing for several days. ”

After eating green vegetables and bean curd porridge, Ning Que rubbed his stomach and got into the carriage, and came to the university scholar's mansion.

The person living in this university scholar's mansion is not Zeng Jing, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, but a courtier of the old scholar Wang of the Three Dynasties. The seniority and prestige of the scholar Wang Shichen are not comparable to that of the scholar Zeng, and compared with him, his temper is much greater than that of Zeng Jing.

In the quiet study, Old Bachelor Wang looked at Ning Que in front of him, his slightly cloudy old eyes spewed angry flames, he didn't care about the identity of the students on the second floor of this academy, and scolded sharply: "At the beginning, you printed a seal on the chicken soup post in front of everyone in the old man's mansion, why did you come out with another chicken soup sticker? I don't care if your maid stole it out or not, I just want to know why there is still a chicken soup sticker!"

Ning Que suddenly regretted a little, and after being silent for a long time, he said with a wry smile: "I didn't know about this matter when I got the relics of the ancestors, I was drunk when I wrote a note in the red sleeves that night, so I didn't recognize it in the bachelor's mansion that day, and I really didn't expect that his old man would have such an elegant taste." ”

"Yahao?

The white hair of the king's courtier fluttered, and he was so angry that he couldn't relieve his anger, waving his trembling hand, and roared angrily: "I went to the south gate to stop him that day, he took out the chicken soup paste from his sleeve, where is this Yahao, obviously he was ready to cheat the old man in advance!"

Ning Que corrected with a smile: "The ancestor must have never thought that it would be you who would be deceived. ”

Then he said with a straight face: "But that winning chicken soup post, since it is a copy of the family teacher, it is naturally extremely precious, and his old man has passed away now, so don't blame him anymore." ”

Scholar Wang sneered and did not answer.

Ning Que suddenly asked, "I heard that the clan ancestral hall is being rebuilt in the princely clan. ”

Scholar Wang looked slightly different and nodded.

"Thinking about the prestige of the prince, the plaque of the ancestral hall is naturally asked to ask His Majesty Xià Qin, but the inscription in the ancestral hall, as well as the general order of the genealogy, does it still need to be written?"

Ning Que asked.

Scholar Wang was stunned, and then understood what Ning Que meant, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, although the chicken soup post is precious, but for the family heirloom of poetry and books, the ancestral hall and the general order of the genealogy are linked to the family inheritance, and it is to be passed on to future generations to educate things If they can be inscribed by Ning Que himself, it is wonderful.

"Thank you, thank you, then the old man is welcome. ”

Scholar Wang laughed, and then changed his words and asked, "Since the book was taken and sold by Miss Sangsang, do you want to take it back the day after tomorrow?"

As a veteran of the Three Dynasties of the Tang Dynasty, he naturally would not know the news that Zeng Jing had re-recognized his daughter, so the scholar had always had deep doubts about the anger of the old Bizhai Qiti who was now in a uproar, so he asked in front of Ning Que at this time.

Ning Que smiled and did not answer.

But Scholar Wang understood what he meant...... said with a solemn face: In this case, then I am going to buy the chicken soup sticker, will you mind?"

With big names like Scholar Wang entering, thinking that those seven bookposts would definitely be sold for an excellent price, Ning Que only had silver money in his eyes now, where would he mind, and suddenly smiled.

When You Xian stepped out of the carriage and looked at the people who were walking towards Yishi Curie, his face changed slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "My father is indeed rich, but there are more rich people in Chang'an City than him, and those who were all imperial merchants in Nancheng before, I said that you don't expect me to fight with these people, right?"

Treat Youxian's father is the seventh noble lord of Dongcheng, is a well-known wealthy merchant in Chang'an City, and is famous for the best vassal elegance, is to auction the old pen Zhai seven posts in this stone house, and also sent an invitation to Master Chu, which is now naturally accepted by Youxian in his sleeve.

Ning Que is a stone house that looks at Youxian, and he doesn't have much interest in the auction of his own books, but in order to ensure that there are no problems on the scene, and the silver can be obtained smoothly, he decided to come and watch it in person.

After You Xian glanced at Ning Que beside him, his face showed a sad look After his father got the invitation, he began to inquire about today's affairs, and he also vaguely knew some news of the theft of the old pen Zhai A hall is selling the stolen goods of the old pen Zhai today, but Ning Que wants to come and see it, thinking that it is nothing more than a scene or wanting to buy it back with silver, but no matter which one it is, it always sounds a little dangerous.

"I'm not here to make trouble. ”

Ning Que explained: "I'm afraid that someone will make trouble. ”

When Yuxian didn't understand his words, thinking of his father's ecstasy after learning about his relationship with Ning Que, he didn't care about what would happen later, and walked towards Yishi Ju.

After presenting the invitation, a pretty maid led the two into the hospital.

Yishi lives on the shore of the quiet lake, and the slightly hot lake breeze passes through the yáng willows on the lakeside, and then passes through the quiet promenade fǎ hall, and when he enters the courtyard, it has become much cooler.

The place where the mài calligraphy is taken is a three-storey wooden building, the building is divided into three sides, only the side of the lake does not have any building, open to the wind, there is a platform in the middle of the building, there is nothing on the platform, there is only an elegant large screen, the screen is embroidered with gold thread, and it is not clear which famous artist is handwriting when it is a little farther away.

The quiet lake breeze comes from outside the building, gently blowing the screen, and slowly passing between the pavilions, just a little bit of summer dryness suddenly disappears, in the breeze, such a concise to the extreme arrangement, at a glance, no matter how vulgar people will give birth to a little elegant.

Yishi lives on the shore of the quiet lake, and the slightly hot lake breeze passes through the yáng willows on the lakeside, and then passes through the quiet promenade fǎ hall, and when he enters the courtyard, it has become much cooler.

The place where the mài calligraphy is taken is a three-storey wooden building, the building is divided into three sides, only the side of the lake does not have any building, open to the wind, there is a platform in the middle of the building, there is nothing on the platform, there is only an elegant large screen, the screen is embroidered with gold thread, and it is not clear which famous artist is handwriting when it is a little farther away.

The quiet lake breeze comes from outside the building, gently blowing the screen, and slowly passing between the pavilions, just a little bit of summer dryness suddenly disappears, in the breeze, such a concise to the extreme arrangement, at a glance, no matter how vulgar people will give birth to a little elegant.

There are about 20 separate pavilions in the three-story building, there are gauze and bamboo partitions at the door of the pavilions, the lake breeze is slightly blowing, the light yarn between the buildings is slightly floating, revealing the bamboo bone curtain behind the building, you can vaguely see the feet, but you can't see what kind of people are sitting inside, which not only makes the people in the pavilion feel comfortable and comfortable, but also protects it very well.

Ning Que and Zhi Youxian, under the leadership of the pretty maid, walked to a slightly remote pavilion on the second floor and sat down, looking at the clear screen of the platform in the building, thinking that he really didn't make a mistake in picking a stone house.

From getting the seven posts of Lao Bi Zhai, to starting to do publicity, and then to the official shooting of Mài today, the interval is too short, and it is completely too late to make the momentum cause the Southern Jin Dynasty and other foreign countries, and those foreign giant businessmen have not had time to come over to participate in the event, the boss of Yishiju can't help but regret a little, thinking that when he received the news from Lao Bi Zhai, he should not be so cautious to invite the appraiser to come over first, but should directly create the momentum.

However, the gravitational pull of the old Bizhai seven posts, especially the last chicken soup post, is indeed too great, although the giant businessmen of the Southern Jin Dynasty and other countries did not have time to attend the meeting, and the envoys of various countries who have lived in Chang'an City for many years and two or three imperial businessmen have all come over, and looking at their expressions, they are really very interested.

There were countless whispers in the pavilion of Yishiju, no one would doubt the credibility of Yishiju, and naturally no one doubted the authenticity of the seven posters.

As a middle-aged man in a simple green shirt walked onto the platform between the buildings, the discussion in Yishi Curie gradually subsided, and when the middle-aged man gently knocked on the golden song in his hand, it was even quieter.

"This is the boss of Yishiju?"

Ning Que asked.

Waiting for Youxian to shake his head, he pointed at the person downstairs with the folding fan in his hand and said: "This person's surname is Zhong Mingli, it is said that he is a certain branch of Yangguan Zhong, and there are some problems with the relationship between him and the clan, and he has not been fǎ into the clan for many years, so he left Yangguan angrily, cāo started this business, and has been doing things in the Song Dynasty for many years, and many people think that he is the first person today. ”

Ning Que listened to the surname of Yangguan Zhong, and naturally thought of Zhong Dajun, and couldn't help laughing, and said, "I hope this person is not as boring as Zhong Dajun." ”

Zhi Youxian said with a smile: "The surname Yangguan Zhong is not all out of waste.

Zhongli stood on the stage, calmly looking around at the pavilions on three sides, although it was a simple glance, the people in the pavilions felt that he was looking at himself, and with this hand, he had already shown the skills of the mài.

Immediately afterwards, this mài person surprised everyone, did not introduce the history of Yishiju like ordinary mài, nor did he greet the big people in the building, but began to speak directly, his voice was calm and waveless, his expression was neither humble nor arrogant, and even faintly proud.

"Today, the eighty-fourth spring is the time when the golden jade huā dew is listed. ”

"Everyone in the world says that gold and jade are clean, but now jade is also a mundane thing, because what I invite you to appreciate today is the most elegant thing in the world, the beauty of ink fragrance for thousands of years. ”

Zhongli smiled and said: "Maybe it will disappoint you a little, today is a grand event, there is no cushion field, and there will be no other famous calligraphy, just like the gold before the jade is a vulgar thing, and the old Bizhai Seven Posts will appear later, what books and posters in the world are not vulgar?"

Listening to this, the nobles and giants in the pavilion of Yishiju let out a voice of shock and emotion, it was really because these words held the old Bizhai Qiti too high, but after thinking about it carefully, the people in the pavilion had to admit that although this was a move by Yishiju to raise its own value, it was also blameless, because in the world today, not to mention the former scholars, even if it was the posthumous works of those old masters and even the works of Wang Shusheng, they were no longer as good as the scenery of Lao Bizhai.

Waiting for Youxian to listen to the discussion and admiration in the building, his eyes became brighter and brighter, his expression became more and more proud, he shook the folding fan lightly, and peeked at Ning Que beside him from time to time, thinking that if I let you know that the owner of the old pen is sitting next to me, wouldn't I want to be jealous?

(To be continued)