"Zhihua, you go to my room and bring that picture of the spring outing of the Yuntai. ”

Song Fengyuan put away the silk paper and took out a small wooden plaque from the bag.

The wooden card is dark all over, the surface is glowing with a layer of metallic luster, the front is carved with exquisite Yuntai pavilion, the fairy scene, but the back is very simple, only one occupies most of the wooden card of the word 'day'.

The font dragon flies and the phoenix dances, strong and powerful!

"Third brother, I'm going to bother you to run today. ”

After carefully looking at the wooden card in his hand, Song Fengyuan handed it to Chen Ziang with a smile on his face.

Chen Ziang glanced at him in surprise, and then gave his maid a look.

"Seventh Young Master, aren't you going?"

Dong Yun'er can almost be regarded as having a heart-to-heart with Chen Ziang now, and she can understand Chen Ziang's meaning with just a simple eye contact.

"I have an appointment today, but I can't go, but I have also heard of Zhao Huaiyuan, this person loves painting, and he has reached the level of obsession. It doesn't matter what the other party asks us to do with him, but as long as there is a good painting, everything is fine. ”

"Wait a minute, I will ask Uncle Xu and Zhihua to accompany the third brother, Uncle Xu knows where Zhao Huaiyuan's house is. ”

Song Fengyuan arranged things very well, but unfortunately it was exchanged for Chen Ziang's inquiring eyes.

"You guy washed his hair and wiped his face early in the morning, and dressed himself up like a married girl, who did you make an appointment?

"Huh...... , the third brother. The little brother went out to do the right thing!"

Song Feng saw Chen Ziang's strange eyes, and he couldn't help but blush slightly.

But if he had made an appointment with the Tianmen woman who had sent the invitation, it would have been easier for him to break into the other party's interior to obtain information. I wonder if this counts as a backdoor?'

Since someone wanted to go through the back door, this time it was naturally led by Chen Ziang, and the group simply cleaned up and parted ways in front of the door.

Zhao Huaiyuan, a painting addict, is located in Huimin Lane in Nancheng, where people generally live in poverty. Of course, this is only relatively speaking, no matter how poor people in Chang'an City are, they are much better off than our dominant. ”

Xu Bo grew up in Chang'an when he was a child, and he is much more familiar with Chang'an than his subordinates.

"Zhao Huaiyuan is obsessed with paintings, and he is obsessed with poetry, calligraphy, especially character portraits, and his lady graphics are possessed, but they are sought-after goods in the hands of high-ranking officials and nobles in Beijing. ”

As he spoke, Xu Bo's eyes began to become weird, in this era, there is another way to say the lady picture, in Chen Ziang's words, that is, the little yellow picture.

'Can't you think you're still a fellow trader?'

Chen Ziang's eyes lit up, and he didn't know if he could get one this time, and let himself have a long experience.

"Young master, please get in the carriage!"

Chang'an City is very large, and if you walk on foot, you can't go around the city for two days, so the city came into being with cars and horses, which is convenient for pedestrians to travel.

The horses in the Central Plains are different from the war horses on the battlefield, they are short, and they are more like the mules in Chen Ziang's impression.

I got into the carriage, lifted the curtains and looked out, but it was early in the morning, and there were already many pedestrians on the street.

It's time to the bustling Eighth Street!

"It's so lively!"

Dong Yun'er looked at all kinds of exquisite ornaments on the roadside stalls with shining eyes, and Zhihua looked at the snack stalls with saliva in his mouth, only Xu Bo looked at the hometown scene that he hadn't seen for many years with emotion.

When she got out of the bustling commercial street, Dong Yuner already had a few more hairpins and bracelets on her body, Zhihua had a few more lotus leaf bags in her hand and candy in her mouth, and even Xu Bo had an extra clay mask in her hand.

"Young Master, we're here!"

In the swaying and muddy, Xu Bo's voice made Chen Ziang's head clear in the car.

I got out of the carriage with the sound, and there was a long street in front of me, and on one side of the street was an alley that I didn't know how far away, and the doors in the alley were opposite, and there was even a house number written next to the door, which made Chen Ziang feel strange in his heart.

"Young master, wait a minute, the old slave only knows that Mr. Zhao is located on the third street of Huimin Lane, but which one still needs to be asked. ”

Xu Bo bent down and arched his body.

"Isn't that one?"

Dong Yun'er, who had just gotten out of the carriage, pointed into the alley, compared to the desertion in front of other doors, there were four men in strong suits standing in front of this door.

"Uh...... Should be. ”

Because the name of the head of the household is written on the door number, Zhao Huaiyuan!

"A few people, please stop, Mr. Zhao is not a guest today!"

A big man in front of the door saw Chen Ziang and his party coming here directly, stretched out his arm to stop him, and his majestic body pressed over.

Although Zhao Huaiyuan is a famous painting fanatic, his paintings are usually not sold, so he lives a very poor life. You shouldn't be from the Zhao Mansion, right?"

Xu Bo touched his beard.

"Hehe! The old man is right, we are from the Pei family!"

The corners of the big man's mouth grinned, and when he talked about the Pei family, his chest involuntarily straightened forward, as if it was an honor to be a nurse of the Pei family.

"Runan Pei's family?"

"That's right! Now that you know, let's get out of here!

The big man nodded, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull it out towards Xu Bo.

"Smack!"

A sheathed long sword suddenly appeared on the big man's wrist, and with just a slight tap, his entire arm lost its strength.

"After all, don't do it!"

Dong Yun'er's frivolous voice sounded, and her lake-green power suit had already appeared in front of the gatehouse, and the long sword in her hand was connected, and several big men in front of the door struggled a few times before falling down weakly.

She said don't do it, it's faster than anyone else!

"Who are you? How dare you offend our Pei family! I tell you, you are ...... finished."

"Quack!"

At the beginning, the big man was still threatening, but when he saw the corner of Dong Yun'er's mouth raised, a sword was drawn on the back of his head, and he fainted immediately as soon as his eyes were clouded.

Chen Ziang glanced at Dong Yun'er appreciatively, and sure enough, she deserved to be her maid, and she was cool to do things!

"Since Lao Tzu has been a dumb person, I don't like to play tricks with people anymore, don't talk if you can do it!"

Xu Bo was also a long-time experiencer, but he was just stunned for a moment at this time, and when he came back to his senses, he hurriedly pushed open the door.

The small courtyard is not big, there should be only two entrances, two thatched houses are built on the left and right sides, the main hall faces the gate, and there is a welcoming wall in the middle.

"Who is it?"

No sooner had the door opened than an angry voice rang out, and a man dressed as a steward in a gray hood turned from behind the front door.

"Is Zhao Huaiyuan at home?"

Without waiting for anyone to speak, Dong Yun'er had already taken the first step to intercept the road.

"Who are you? Mr. Zhao is not a guest today!"

The steward glanced at the few of his own nursing homes lying in front of the door, and his eyes couldn't help but sink.

"If you don't see the guest, you don't count!"

Dong Yun'er shook her head and followed Chen Ziang directly into the room.

The steward's brows furrowed, and his eyes were cold, but he didn't say anything to stop it.

The main entrance to the lobby opens, revealing a clear view of the hall.

I saw a woman dressed in white Shengxue sitting in the middle of the lobby, holding a brush lightly in her bare hands, scribbling something on a piece of rice paper.

"Silence!"

Three other people gathered around, watching the movements of the women, and one of them, the old man in a Confucian shirt, heard the noise outside the door, frowned slightly and turned to snort coldly at a few people.

The voice was thick and majestic, and it was evident that he had been in a position for a long time, often giving orders.

Chen Ziang took a few steps forward, and saw that the woman was painting, and the painting should be a portrait, but looking at the clothes, she looked like a certain immortal.

"Mr. Zhao, the little girl is ugly!"

The portrait had already reached the end of the place, and the woman put down the pen in her hand, and stood with a soft voice.

"I've seen a lot of portraits of Xuanwu Daoists, and Miss Pei should be among the top three. But in half an hour, pen and ink are also commonplace, Miss Pei can actually paint gods in shape, and the wind and bones of immortals are vividly reflected through this small piece of paper, I might as well too!"

A thin old man with a scruffy beard stared at the picture scroll on the table with glistening eyes, as if there was a beautiful woman stripped naked in front of him.

"Mr. Zhao has a good reputation! Mr.'s painting through the nine tricks of the little woman has also been read, Mr.'s great talent, the little woman has been admired for a long time. ”

The woman smiled slightly, her eyes were like rippling lakes, her pretty face was slender, her skin was like jade, she was really a beauty. What's even more rare and commendable is that she has a touching and noble temperament, which can make people fall in love but will not have dirty thoughts.

"Although Pei Yunyu of the Pei family is a daughter, she is excellent in calligraphy and painting, and she is the best in Runan. When I saw it today, it really lived up to its name!"

Zhao Huaiyuan was not modest, he just looked at the woman in front of him and sighed, and then said to a woman standing at the back door: "Go and take out one of the tips in my room." ”

The woman nodded, turned and went into the backyard.

"You're here to ask for tips, aren't you?"

Zhao Huaiyuan carefully put away the picture scroll on the table, and then looked up at Chen Ziang and the others.

"That's right!"

A group of people glanced at each other, and finally Dong Yun'er stood up.

It's really pitiful to say, only Dong Yun'er can get on the stage in his group of people.

"Then let's draw a picture, if it's good, I'll give it to you. ”

Zhao Huaiyuan nodded.

"My son-in-law asked me to bring the painting in advance!"

Zhihua hurriedly took out the prepared painting tube from his back.

"That's not good, my rule is that someone must come and paint it yourself!"

Zhao Huaiyuan rolled his eyes and didn't answer.