Song Zhizhi was helped up to the third floor by his only young man.

After soaking in the bathtub for a long time, accompanied by the sound of rushing water, Song Zhizhi dragged a white towel, rubbed his head, and finally covered his face.

Ah, it's a bit of a top, shame.

Originally, he was slightly drunk, but his consciousness was still there, and Song Zhizhi was a little frustrated when he thought that he had just been downstairs and talked to Xiaobai Balabala for most of the day, all of which was output, and he didn't see any effect at all.

There is no way but to divert attention.

When the tablet was opened, the village chief's video began to gradually gain traffic, and the number of comments and likes gradually increased.

In the comment area this time, Song Zhizhi saw an even more outrageous analysis.

Someone was studying the paper of the two paintings that appeared on her video!

Although papermaking is the wisdom of the ancients, there are almost no faults in this convenient skill, so whether it is a surviving queryable information or only a few rare pieces of paper that exist in legends, it can basically be taken out and said one, two, three.

Song Zhizhi originally looked at it with a half-understanding, and when she saw that the big guy in the comment area said something serious, she simply set up a small study, observed the two paintings, and directly felt the difference between the papers.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but anyway, the three expensive paintings do have different touches.

But this can't be related to the level of 'legend'.

This 'legend' is still the only officially designated paper unearthed from the tomb of an emperor in the country, and it is quite well preserved, immortal for thousands of years, which can be called a miracle.

The more the big guy talked, the more excited he became, and he even had the urge to pull Song Zhizhi to do an appraisal.

Song Zhizhi bit her fingers and pretended to be dead, because the background information exploded again, and her fingers swiped, skipping countless messages.

Coincidentally, when he finally stopped, his finger just landed on the message sent by Ke Yue.

The red dots disappeared, and Song Zhizhi clicked in to take a look.

Really, it's quite difficult for acquaintances on the Internet to pretend that they don't know each other, after all, even if it's your elementary school classmates, as long as you have mutual friends, the system will 'intimately' remind you that this person may be your friend.

Coincidentally, after Song Zhizhi recognized Ke Yue, he changed his account information as soon as possible, and set all the ways that could be directly or directly contacted to him as no.

So much so that after Ke Yue missed the system prompt, she forever missed the opportunity to know Song Zhizhi's identity.

After reading the news sent by Ke Yue, Song Zhizhi sighed twice as if nothing had happened.

She didn't want to cooperate with Ke Yue, and looking at the other party's posture, it didn't seem that she was rushing to cooperate.

Song Zhizhi did not guess wrong, after finding out that Song Zhizhi had read the news, Ke Yue sent a message again, wanting to buy a painting, and also asked Song Zhizhi if there were other paintings painted by the same author in his hand.

Song Zhizhi: "Not for sale." ”

It's so decisive, not corrupted by money, hum.

Ke Yue gritted her teeth, is there a problem with this master's brain, and he doesn't make any money.

"Fifty thousand yuan for a piece, this price is enough, are you sure you won't sell it?"

"It's only 50,000, and it's called Hanako!"

Song Zhizhi was happy when he heard her offer, and this system is still peeling, and she is also sorry for opening her mouth.

Ke Yue: What a big breath!

"Fifty thousand, do you know what the price is in the current market? A broken painting, not an antique! ”

Song Zhizhi: "Do you know what art is, art is priceless, if you slander and insult my art, I can't sell flowers to you when I die, hum!" ”

The words are righteous and strict, in fact, Song Zhizhi is having a big tooth over there.

Ke Yue must feel that the world is very mysterious, haha.

Indeed, after being bombarded by Song Zhizhi with a cumulative total of about 800 words about the priceless art in a row, Ke Yue scolded the street.

What kind of cultivation and quality have gone to God.

She's just buying a painting, who is this going to teach her! Who can stand this grievance?

There is no way, only she can stand it, because after Song Zhizhi finished educating her, he blocked her with a very attitude, and Ke Yue, who reacted angrily, jumped to her feet.

Because he had fun for a while before going to bed and drove away the previous embarrassment, Song Zhizhi slept well at night.

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When he woke up in the morning, Song Zhizhi only felt that he had a good night's sleep, and he felt relaxed all over.

When I went downstairs, there was also the prepared porridge with green vegetables and lean meat, fried pot stickers and small buns, all of which were neatly placed.

Song Zhizhi rubbed his eyes, has Xiaobai evolved to this point?

It's only been a long time, and such a standard breakfast can already be done.

Except for Xiaobai, Song Zhizhi doesn't think about her.

Song Zhizhi, who sat down to eat breakfast, enjoyed it, feeling that his employees were fully worthy of the title of this month's three good employees, and completely forgot that he still felt that people were dangerous elements yesterday and wanted to drive people away.

Zhao Jin sent Mr. Min to Chang'an overnight, and when he came back, he was so tired that he collapsed.

He couldn't forget what Mr. Min had said to him when the city gates were closed, and he couldn't be as ambitious as Mr. Min was to guide the country.

Yes, after experiencing this series of things, Zhao Jin finally has to admit that Mr. Min has long had ambitions and ambitions for the world.

But everything that people they once admired now run counter to their ideals.

Zhao Jin chose to send Mr. Min back to Chang'an City but did not stay, precisely because his heart was still full of doubts.

When Song Zhizhi went out for a walk after breakfast, he saw a Zhao Jin who was confused all over his body.

Young man, you have something on your mind.

It's just written on the face.

Zhao Jin, who was blocked by Song Zhizhi, was still walking forward in a daze, and almost bumped into it.

It was Xiaobai, who came out of nowhere, who blocked it to prevent this from happening.

"Miss Song, Bai Gongzi, I have been offended, please forgive me."

Zhao Jin apologized.

"Although my curiosity is not very heavy, but what is wrong with you in the same state as a wilted little cabbage? Didn't you say that all the troubles were solved? ”

Zhao Jin: "...... This, actually—"

Song Zhizhi: "Come on, come on, let's sit here and talk." ”

Feeling that this kid was going to tell a long story, Song Zhizhi grabbed a bag of popcorn in his hand, and turned his head to ask Xiaobai if he wanted to eat it, only to find that 'Bai Gongzi' didn't know when he was gone.

Haunted all day.

Song Zhizhi pouted, his superpowers are amazing.

It's better to continue listening to Zhao Jin's story.

Song Zhizhi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was obviously interested in what Zhao Jin said about Mr. Min.

Don't blame her for being interested, the Mr. Min that Zhao Jin said, with a resume of just half a life, is not too glamorous, Sanyuan and the first, a famous man in the Qing Dynasty, an official to the prime minister, this is not an ordinary person.

Not to mention that there are blackened scenes in the back, which is even more exciting.