Su Mingyi's "The Hermit Doesn't Meet the Picture" slowly opened under the gaze of every pair of eager eyes. The whole painting is clearly layered and staggered. The setting sun and lonely geese in the distance and the woods, pavilions, strange rocks and streams in the distance are contrasted with each other. In the depths of the woods there was a small hut with a horned boy in it, and a down-and-out old man leaning against the door and sighing outside the hut. There was no smoke, no pedestrians, not even mountain paths, just lush greenery.

There is a small poem in the upper right corner of the picture, which is "The Hermit Doesn't Meet" by Jia Dao in the Tang Dynasty: "Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine." Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where. ”

Signed "Mingyi" and stamped.

Without Zhou Meiyu's invitation, except for Song Yi'an, the others had already surrounded the painting and looked at it carefully, even the lame Song Yuande was standing outside the crowd, shaking his fan and watching from afar, but he didn't know if what he saw in his squinting eyes was the painting or the beauty outside the painting.

The people gathered in front of the painting were whispering, and no one dared to speak decisively first. Among them, the most lively is Zhen Yuqing, he looks left and right, and touches the stubble that doesn't exist at all, and often secretly pulls He's clothes, but thinks that no one else has seen it.

He Lianyi was the first to sit back in his seat, and the others returned shortly after. Song Yuande wanted to send a flattering smile to Xue Bei'er, but unfortunately Xue Bei'er deliberately didn't see it, and escaped by hiding behind his brother, leaving Song Yuande alone and embarrassed for a while before shaking the fan and returning to his seat.

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Song Yuanji regarded himself more and more as the master, he looked around at everyone and asked, "Do you think this painting is Mr. Su's real work?"

Song Yuande was not interested in painting, he just wanted to be courteous to Xue Bei'er, he took the lead and said: "I heard that Xue Gongzi is a brilliant talent, and he has studied Mr. Su's paintings, why don't you publish your opinions?"

When Song Yi'an didn't exist, Song Yuande was the person Song Yuanji hated the most, but for Song Yuande, Song Yuanji was still able to maintain a little demeanor and recuperate.

Song Yuanji propped his head with one hand and euphemistically objected to Song Yuande's proposal, saying: "Although Xue Gongzi is a high-profile talent, this palace remembers that Helian Gongzi's attainments in calligraphy and painting are rare in the world. The palace once admired the masterpiece of Helian Gongzi from Xu Taifu. Xu Taifu said that Helian Gongzi has such skills at a young age, and he will be able to stand alone and surpass his predecessors in the future. It's better to ask Helian Gongzi to appreciate it. ”

He Lianyi stood up, bowed down, and said, "It is a great honor to be able to get His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." It's just that the ministers are shallow in their learning, and they dare not bear the praise of His Royal Highness. Xue Gongzi's family history is familiar with his ears and eyes, and he must be more accurate than his ministers. ”

Song Yuande was originally dismissed, and he was a little annoyed, but he was a little relieved when he heard He Lianyi say this. He followed He's words and said lightly: "Yes, come one by one!"

Xue Xun unconsciously became a tool for the prince and the king of Qi to fight, trembling. He saluted Song Yuanji and Song Yuande, and said, "The minister is not talented, the class has an axe." In the minister's humble opinion, this painting is genuine. ”

"Really?!" Zhou Meiyu called out excitedly.

Xue Xun nodded: "Mr. Su is very good at painting landscape paintings, but unfortunately there are not many handed down." In his later years, he encountered difficulties and fires, and many of his paintings were burned. According to his paintings handed down and the descriptions of his predecessors, his landscape painting brush is strong and steady, the ink color is dripping and heavy, leaving a blank atmosphere, and the scenery is scattered. All the joys, sorrows and sorrows can be expressed through the landscape, and this painting ......"

"Wait, wait......" Zhou Meiyu interrupted Xue Xun's words and smirked, "I'm a rough person, I really can't understand what you say." Anyway, you think a painting is a good painting, right—how much do you think it's worth?"

This stunned Xue Xun. Is it a bit ...... to let her keep this painting?

But Zhou Meiyu's shining and expectant eyes came over, and Xue Xun didn't show a contemptuous attitude, he said perfunctorily: "One thousand taels shouldn't be a problem." ”

"One thousand taels!" Zhou Meiyu shouted as he slapped the table. It was as if a thousand taels of silver had been placed in front of her. Who would have thought that she would laugh and say, "How much wine do you have to buy here?"

Xue Xun: "......"

Xue Bei'er: "......"

Song Yuanji: "......"

Song Yuande: "......"

Song Yuanjie: "......"

Zhen Yuqing: "......"

Helianyi: "......"

Only Song Yi'an looked indifferent, like a wooden man.

Zhou Meiyu was afraid that Xue Xun was not authoritative enough, so she turned to Helian Yi to confirm: "What does Lord Helian think?"

"It's the real thing. He Lianyi replied succinctly. If the final ending of the painting is to be replaced with wine, there is nothing else to explain Helian Yi.

Zhou Meiyu slapped his palms and said to Li Jiangnan behind him: "Lao Li, have you heard, our painting is worth a thousand taels!

Li Jiangnan stood up happily and responded: "Get an order!"

The prince hurriedly spoke and said, "General Zhou, slow down. Is the general really going to sell the painting?"

"Is this still fake?"

The crown prince smiled for the first time at the banquet: "This palace feels that one thousand taels is too little. This palace is out of 1,500 taels, how about asking the general to cut his love?"

"Cutting ...... What?"

"Ahem, it's that Hongu wants to buy your painting for 1,500 taels. ”

"That's a lot......!

"This king will give two thousand taels!" In front of his favorite beauty, Song Yuande will not lose face. If you buy this painting and give it to Xue Bei'er, can't the Pomeranian smile?

Song Yuanji's face was even more unsightly.

If it was a simple auction, it would be fine, now it is the future ruler of the Jiangxia Palace who sells the paintings, and the people who buy the paintings are His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the King of Qi, and the nature is different.

The crown prince is the prince of the country, one person is above 10,000 people, and if you don't send it quickly, you don't know the current affairs.

King Qi is a prince, and he is the most cautious and radical person among the princes. The price is so high, if it can't be successful, Zhou Meiyu can only eat and walk away.

Song Yuanji was somewhat ambivalent. He likes this painting, but if the price is increased further, first, he is the elder brother, and he is rich with his younger brother, which seems childish and ridiculous, and it is another admonition when it reaches the ears of His Majesty and the courtiers;

The banquet seemed to be suddenly sealed with ice, and the atmosphere was frighteningly cold.

Zhou Meiyu squinted at Song Yi'an, Song Yi'an was still indifferent, like an old monk who had settled down.

Hey, although it was planned in advance, but you did things so desperately, Song Yi'an, you are not righteous!