"This ......"

"Wang Gongzi, are you saying that my young master spends the silver on these elegant things, but it is much better than spending it on other places?"

Wang Hao soon came over to appease Yang Peifu and Xiao Liu'er.

The latter and the two looked at Wang Hao's appearance of the Tao, and they were quickly frightened.

"Exactly."

"How can the value of these elegant things be measured by silver? Even if your master comes back, he won't blame you. ”

Wang Hao continued to brainwash.

"This ......"

Yang Peifu and Xiao Liu'er would not blame them when they heard that Feng Menglong was back, and they were immediately even more moved.

Wang Hao strikes while the iron is hot:

"Okay, Lao Yang, we are not outsiders, if you want, I still have more than a dozen pairs of Yang Shen's words in my house, and I will give them to you, you can go back and explain to your young master, right?"

Yang Peifu and Xiao Liu'er were immediately moved, and they were busy saluting again and again:

"Thank you Wang Gongzi, thank you Wang Gongzi."

…

Not much.

Yang Peifu and Xiao Liu'er brought more than a dozen pairs of Yang Shen's words back to Feng's house, and Feng Anshi didn't have ink after confirming the authenticity, so he paid directly.

The reason why Yang Shen's calligraphy and painting were chosen to open up the situation was that Feng Anshi was by no means untargeted.

First, Yang Shen has a small reputation because of the relationship between the beauties of the Spring Palace.

The second is Yang Shen's surviving works, which are basically only circulated in the Jingshi area.

The third is that Yang Shen's works are very good at authenticity, and his seals and fonts are difficult for others to imitate.

And he is only a few decades away from now, and the paper of his works is in excellent condition, but it is not good paper, which makes it even more difficult to imitate.

Feng Anshi has a strong information to crush this because of Feng Menglong's authority.

"Young Master!"

"Hurry up and return the money to me, and then hurry up and return these words to the Wang family!" Otherwise, I'll die in front of you!" ”

Feng Anshi was looking at these words, but Miss Bao and the others were angry, and Miss Bao even rushed to Feng Anshi's room to give Feng Anshi a 'blood admonition'.

"Sister Bao, what are you doing? You're my sweetheart, why do you want to live or die casually? ”

Feng Anshi smiled and hugged Miss Bao's graceful waist, which not only put pressure on her heart, let her adapt to intimate contact with herself, but also control her and prevent her from being impulsive.

"Young Master!"

Miss Bao was ashamed and angry, and she really wanted to bite Feng Anshi to death:

"When is it, why are you still messing around like this? Now the mother is still in the cold palace, and the old man is still in the Jinyi Guard's prison, woo woo woo woo ......"

Outside.

The house slaves were heartbroken when they watched Miss Bao crying, but Feng Anshi was still like this, and they all shook their heads.

With such a thing on the stall, even if the master and young lady of the family are all talented, but in the future, is there really any hope for the Feng family?

"Sister Bao, I don't like to hear what you say! Or let's bet! ”

"Within three days, I can turn this 100,000 taels into 200,000 taels cleanly! If I Feng Anshi can't do it, I, Feng Anshi, am willing to swear by my Feng family ancestors and ancestors! In the future, I will listen to Sister Bao for everything! If you dare to break your oath, you will die by thunder! ”

"This ......"

Miss Bao and the house slaves were stunned.

Who would have thought that Feng Anshi would make such a stern oath.

Especially Miss Bao.

Thinking that Feng Anshi had really changed his mind, he hurriedly covered Feng Anshi's mouth hard:

"Young master, don't talk nonsense! Can't I bet you? ”

The corners of Feng Anshi's mouth couldn't help but smile:

"Sister Bao, don't forget, we had a gambling contract before?"

"Huh?"

Miss Bao also remembered her other bet with Feng Anshi before, and her pretty face instantly turned red and was about to drip blood.

…

"Hey. Have you heard of it? Feng Anshi, that waste loser, I don't know if he was kicked in the head by a donkey or what, he is collecting Yang Shen's calligraphy and paintings at a high price. ”

"I don't know. I heard that the waste loser couldn't figure out the difference between the words and the picture of the beauty of the Spring Palace, and he was charged three hundred taels a piece. My lord just gave him two words, and he made a lot of money. ”

"Then what are you waiting for, sell him quickly. Otherwise, once his family reacts, there will be no such price. ”

Feng Anshi is a big name in Beijing, especially the bad reputation of a waste loser.

As a result, in just one day, the people of the entire Beijing Division knew about it, and many people sold the characters in their hands to Feng Anshi.

Evening.

Feng Anshi looked at the sixty or so pairs of words in the room that cost nearly 20,000 taels, and couldn't help but become more and more beautiful.

This number is basically close to the limit of Yang Shen's works in the world, and there are at most three or two of them outside.

Beside.

Miss Bao saw it with tears in her eyes.

She could only comfort herself in her heart:

I hope that the past three days will pass quickly, and after the young master has suffered this big loss, he will be able to completely wake up, stop doing such ridiculous things, and take over the Feng family's ancestry.

Then.

The little six children outside are tired and report:

"Young master, Steward Yang is here, and he has received the last two words of today."

"Well, good, very good."

Feng Anshi smiled and patted Miss Bao's thigh:

"Sister Bao, you go back to rest first, I have something important to talk to Steward Yang!"

"Young master, you go to bed early, don't come nonsense."

Miss Bao was ashamed and helpless, so she could only ask Feng Anshi one more sentence, and then she twisted her waist and went out.

…

"What, what?"

"Young master, are you saying, let, let the old slave go and make up a big merchant in the Western Regions, and then, again, and tell the others at the same time, let's continue to collect words for two thousand taels, but not paintings?"

Not much.

Yang Peifu was already sweating profusely, and looked at Feng Anshi, who he thought was an incorrigible waste and a ruined son before!

I really can't dream that things can still be played like this?

Tomorrow two thousand taels will be harvested, will it be five thousand taels the day after tomorrow?

Wouldn't it be ...... if all of these words were to be released later?

This......

It turned out that the bet between the young master and Miss Bao was not for no reason......

"Lao Yang, do a good job, Ben Shao is still very optimistic about you, do you understand?"

Feng Anshi patted Yang Peifu's shoulder with a smile, and said without any strength.

But how could Yang Peifu not understand the deep meaning of his young master?

If he dares to play tricks on this matter, I'm afraid, he will really die without a place to die.

Hurriedly 'plopped' knelt down and kowtowed to show loyalty:

"Young master, the old slave must do this foolproof, and there will never be a trace of mistakes."

…

"What did you say?"

"Feng Anshi's prodigal son, today and one day, he collected all the words of Yang Shen and Yang Dacai in the city at a high price, but he didn't collect the paintings? Didn't ask for Yang Dacaizi's spring palace beauty picture? “

The Li family.

When Li Jingwen heard the news from the personal girl Huan'er, she couldn't help but open her small mouth wide.

"Yes, Miss."

Huan'er was very unhappy when she saw Feng Anshi's arrogance, and hurriedly added fuel and vinegar and said:

"Miss, Yang Dacai's words could have been bought for only fifty taels, but who knows, Feng Anshi's loser actually bought it for three hundred taels and one piece. The master also sold him all six pairs of Yang Dacai's characters. Do you say he's stupid? Giggle......"

Huan'er laughed a few times before realizing that her posture was inappropriate, and she hurriedly covered her small mouth and smiled, feeling uncomfortable for a while.

"This ......"

Li Jingwen was completely disappointed when she heard this, and closed her eyes in pain.

After a while, he said:

"Huan'er, go down, I'm a little tired, I'm going to rest."

When Huan'er retreated, Li Jingwen shrank in the quilt and couldn't stop sighing:

"Feng Anshi didn't go to save his father when he got the silver, it was ...... It is really a sin made by heaven, it is forgivable, and it is a sin that is self-inflicted, and it cannot be lived. ”

Who can blame you for taking your own path?