"He collected a lot of things, some of which are already unique, but many of them are manuscripts."

The Xie family has been in the imperial city for more than 200 years, and it is also a well-known clan in the world, and the scholarly heirloom, the collection of books at home is naturally a lot, even though the Xie family dedicated a lot of things to the new dynasty, but left a lot of manuscripts, and then collected a lot of unique books.

"Occasionally my eldest brother and second brother will come to sit in this house, and Yiling will also come to sit down, and occasionally study and practice calligraphy here, and say that they want to become a knowledgeable and talented person like my father."

Probably because there are people cleaning from time to time, the house is spotless, and people often come to sit and sit, so it is also popular.

Rong Ci followed her across the threshold, entered the room, and said with a smile: "I often hear people talk about your father, saying that if he is alive, he will not be able to go far in the officialdom, but his poems and paintings are enough to go down in history." ”

Xie Qingshan died, who didn't say a pity, saying that God was jealous of talents, saying that Dongming was missing a master of poetry and painting, and that there was a lack of a celebrity.

Xie Yixiao also felt a pity, but she could also see it, after all, people were gone, and it was in vain to say anything.

So she said: "Probably it's fate, it's a pity that there is nothing to do now, but I think my father left early, and he can also go down in history." ”

"You see it's been ten years, in this imperial city, when it comes to poetry and painting, no one knows, it is said that one of his paintings can now be sold for a lot of silver outside."

If you buy it expensively, it proves that there is a collection value, and what you can collect proves that the person's reputation and painting skills are very powerful.

"Since you're here, take a look if you want to."

Rong Ci snorted, walked over and took down a book on the book, that book is a masterpiece of poetry by everyone in the previous dynasty, this kind of book has been handed down a lot, and most of them are handwritten copies, this Rong family also has it.

Mingjing asked Mingxin to run and let people prepare some tea and snacks to send over, Xie Yixiao sat down next to the bookcase, took a scroll of paintings in the painting bottle next to him, and then opened it.

The painting on the top is a "mountain stream fishing map", green mountains and green water small mountain streams, trees are scattered, flowing water is murmuring, the grass is green, occasionally showing stones, the background of the painting is rocky mountains and stones, there are trees stretching out branches, and there are two white clouds in the blue sky.

On the bank of the brook sat on a rock, wearing a hat, fishing.

Looking at this painting, it is as if I heard the sound of the wind passing through the mountains and forests, and heard the sound of flowing water.

Xie Qingshan's paintings have always been expressive, and he paints the sense of wind, the sound of sound, and the beauty of color, as if it is immersive.

After a while, Mingjing and Mingxin brought some food and put it on the coffee table on the wooden couch near the window.

Rong Ci found a book that he hadn't read and flipped through, and since he was still at home in Yunzhong Temple, he began to read these books to make up for his shortcomings.

Although he often read books when he was in Yunzhong Temple, the books in the temple were limited, and he was limited in what he could read.

It is impossible for the temple in the cloud to spend a lot of money to buy some solitary books, and the monks in the temple need to meditate and practice, and many books cannot be read, for fear that the prosperity of the world will spoil their cultivation heart, so there are more scriptures in the temple.

He turned around and saw that it was her looking at the painting, so he walked over, his eyes swept over the painting, and then smiled: "Master Xie's painting is really good, it is quite a bit quiet and quiet." ”

He didn't know what to call him, the future father-in-law, and after thinking about it, he called Lord Xie, and felt that this title was just right.

Xie Yi said with a smile: "Many landscape paintings have some such artistic conceptions, but my father paints much better than others, and it looks immersive. ”

"Third cousin?"

Xie Yi smiled and explained: "You probably don't know him, he is the third son of the Marquis of Changning, he can worship my father, I went back to the Marquis of Changning Mansion to see him on the second day of junior high school, and promised him to let him come to see his father's paintings, but I haven't seen him come yet." ”

Rong Ci remembered Gu Zhifeng, the third son of the Marquis of Changning, who was with him when he took Xie Yixiao to see a doctor outside the city.

If Gu Zhixuan is said to be a dignified person, he is gentle and humble, clear and innocent.

Rong Ci is quite good to his senses, but when he heard Xie Yixiao talk about him, he couldn't help but feel a little turbulent in his heart, if you really want to talk about it, he is probably not as gentle and kind as the third prince.

He said, "When he wants to come, he will naturally come." ”

Xie Yi smiled and nodded: "That's true, he doesn't come at will, I can't tie him up if he doesn't come." ”

Xie Yixiao put away the scroll, and the two of them each took a book and went to sit on the wooden couch next to the window to read, Rong Ci took it out of his sleeve pocket, and then took out a small box.

"For you."

Xie Yi raised his eyebrows with a smile, and then asked with a smile: "What is this?" Birthday gifts? ”

He even remembered to bring her a birthday gift?

Rong Ci's ears were slightly red, and he whispered: "I don't know what to send, do you like it or not?" ”

After saying that, he lowered his head and poured himself a cup of tea, pretending to drink tea.

Xie Yixiao opened it and looked at it, and raised his eyebrows slightly, what was placed in it was not any exquisite jewelry, but polished gemstones, all kinds of colors, the big ones were the size of a thumb, and the small ones were the size of a small finger, which looked bright and shiny, very good-looking.

Counting carefully, there are also more than a dozen or twenty, and this small box is full of them.

Xie Yi smiled, leaned over and reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "This is what you gave me?" Jewel? ”

Rong Ci snorted again: "I don't know what you like, just go back and let the craftsman do it for you, these should be able to do some well." ”

Xie Yixiao stretched out his hand and touched it, and he liked it very much in his heart, after all, which girl's family didn't love these beautiful gems?

And it's worth a lot of money.

Most of the things in the world are rare and expensive, and there is no gemstone counterfeiting technology in this era, and every gem is extremely precious.

For example, those jewelry, gold inlaid treasures and the like are often the most expensive, and these are also heirlooms of powerful families.

It is not easy for many people to find a good gemstone for jewelry.

Rong Ci gave this box a lot of money, especially the three largest rubies, which are the size of thumbs.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Rong Ci raised his eyes and glanced at her: "What?" Dislike? ”

Xie Yi smiled and shook his head: "If you like it, you naturally like it, but it's a little precious, you gave me these, but you took them from home?" If you take it from home, I'm afraid it's a little bad. ”