Chapter 1066： 373 Alarm (1/2)
Hot water was burning on the charcoal stove. Bai Hui skillfully picked up the clay pot filled with hot water and brewed tea. Instantly, the strong tea fragrance dazzled and attracted the attention of many people.
This scent alone can guess that this is a good tea worth thousands of dollars!
The students could not help but start salivation, and one of the students in the blue robe asked curiously: ”I don't know where the brothers and Taiwan are?”
Xiao Yihan said with a smile: ”Some of our brothers came from Wangdu. When they heard the name of Huanghelou, they came to admire it.”
”It turned out to be a long-distance visitor!” Scholar Lanpao smiled and arched his hand. ”We have a lot of scenic spots in Quzhou. Since the son is rare, we have to have a good time here.”
During the talk, Bai Hui's tea was already brewed and distributed to several students, because Bai Hui did not have enough tea cups, and some students could only use their own tea cups for tea.
The scholar in blue robes knew tea, and after intoxicatingly smelling the scent of tea, he sighed, ”Is this a green cake Pu'er for over thirty years?”
Although Pu'er, which has been stored for 30 years, is not as good as 50-year-old Pu'er tea cakes, it is known as gold in tea, but it is also very expensive. The family is a little thin, and people who have no way of doing it are afraid they can't get it.
Most of the scholars thought of this, and some people developed a heart of friendship. This is the son of Wang Du, who is also from the wealthy family. It should be good and bad for them to communicate with each other in the future. Maybe one more friend, one more to take care of ...
Whoever said that the readers were blind to the outside world, most of the readers read books with the idea of ”learning literary and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's house”.
Xiao Yi smiled slightly and said, ”My son has a good vision ...”
He didn't stop talking, but listening to the upstairs, that is, the third floor, there was a lively noise.
Nangong Yu, Xiao Yu and Fu Yunhe all looked up curiously, and the students on the side saw a smile and exchanged a look.
”It seems that the four brothers came to Huanghelou for the first time, so they didn't know why.” Or the blue robe scholar explained with a smile, ”I wonder if brother Tai has ever heard the story of” Zhou Yi Painting Dragon ”? ”
Xiao Zheng nodded his head and recited: ”Zhou Zheng, Jiang Ning people, Shan Danqing ... Taste the picture you have painted in Huanghelou, and the price is‘ One Hundred and Two ’. There is someone who is a sibling ...”
The story of ”Zhou Huan Painting Dragon” tells that a man named Zhou Huan is good at drawing and is famous for painting dragons. Once he hung his paintings on the Yellow Crane Tower and marked them with a price of one hundred and two. At first, no one asked for it, and it was very much appreciated when a prince saw the painting in Huanghelou, and he was willing to bid a hundred or two. After hearing this, Zhou Xuan rolled up the picture and gave it to Naji, saying that it was a sword given to a hero, and that he didn't want Silver Two, but to observe the eyes of the world. Zhou Zheng became famous afterwards.
Nangong Min was agitated, and asked curiously, ”Are there all those” painting dragons ”upstairs?”
”Yes.” The scholar in blue robe smiled and nodded. ”Now, this is the most famous” view ”on the third floor of the Yellow Crane Tower. A few people also hung up some calligraphy and paintings upstairs. Is Xiongtai interested in watching? ”
Hearing here, Xiao Yan already had his eyes shining, and he couldn't wait.
Accompanied by those students, Nangong Chen and his party went up to the third floor. The third floor was really lively. At first glance, the walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings. Many literati, writers and artisans gathered there, watching, commenting, discussing ...
Nangong Yu and his team looked at the past with interest, commenting from time to time.
Anyone here can hang up their own calligraphy and paintings, so the works are naturally good and bad. Although there are occasional good works, they are not visible ... until they come to a calligraphy, Xiao Yan suddenly shines his eyes. .
It was a bold cursive script with an ancient poem copied on it.
Poetry is good poetry, and words are also good words!
Xiao Yan looked at the cursive book with a burning gaze, and sighed, ”The pen is powerful and down, the style is bold and unrestrained, and it is a risk of flying away from the eaves!” Then, she couldn't help but praise her, ”Happy! It's so sweet!”
Xiao Yan looked down and saw that the price under that word was 1,000.
Nangong Yu also saw it, nodded and echoed: ”This word is indeed worth two thousand!”
Fu Yunhe also watched for a while, and said, ”Although I don't know much about calligraphy, this word does have some meaning, as if dancing sword ...”
”Xiaotai really has a vision!” Scholar Lanpao and his friend looked at each other with a smile, and then said, ”The person who wrote this cursive script went to Shexian County to watch the sword dance in order to practice this cursive script. After watching March for a long time, I felt the **** of cursive script. ”
When Fu Yunhe heard it, he touched his chin with some pride: ”I said, no wonder I saw sword qi in this cursive writing.”
”Pretend!” A cold, arrogant voice interjected suddenly.
For a moment, everyone's eyes looked in search of the past, and saw that it was a scholar in a moon-white robe, fifteen or sixteen years old, with a clear face and a touch of pride in his mouth. He was also surrounded by four or five young students, looking like a horse.
The scholar in blue robe frowned slightly and said, ”Why did Brother Yang make this statement?”
It seems that these young local students know each other.
Yang Gongzi shook the folding fan in his hand and said, ”I see how many of them are invited by the Yi family to raise their own value?” Then, he looked at a square-faced son on the right, ”Brother Ye, Your calligraphy is praised by the calligraphy teacher in the academy. What do you think? ”
”Ye and Ye have the same view.” Ye Gongzi bowed his head in concurrence, then pointed at the cursive script with a fan handle, shook his head and sighed, ”One thousand two ?! Where is this calligraphy worth one thousand two?”
The scholar in blue robes looked even more ugly, and said, ”Brother Yang, Ye Brother, the Sri Lankans are dead. Anyway, it is a classmate, please be careful!”
Nangong Yu and Xiao Yu could not help but glance at each other. Could it be that the person who wrote was dead?
”Brother Wang, is it that Yi Jiangxiu is dead, he just needs to say some beautiful words, and no one is allowed to tell the truth?” Yang Gongzi did not give his face a sigh of coldness.
Yi Jiangxiu? The name seems familiar ...
Nangong frowned, looked at the red seal on the lower left corner of the cursive script, and exchanged a look with Xiao Yi on the side.
Nangong Yu groaned for a moment, then suddenly said: ”Every flower is in each eye, this cursive script may be worthless in the eyes of the son, but in my eyes it is worth a thousand and two.” Then, Nangong Yu looked at that The scholar in blue robe said, ”Wang son, today I will buy a thousand and two to buy this calligraphy and painting. Would you please ask Wang son to transfer the silver for me?”
Prince Wang narrowed his eyes in disbelief. Although he could see that these people were of extraordinary origins, he didn't want to take such a generous shot. It was just a thousand silver.
Yang Gongzi was flushed with anger, where he couldn't see Nangong 玥 They clearly opposed him intentionally!
He looked up at Nangong Yu and Xiao Yi up and down, and said disdainfully, ”Hum! Just install it! It's not the left pocket into the right pocket!” Then he waved his arm, ”Let's go!” He just And Ye Yezi and several other students walked away with high spirits.
Prince Wang shook his head helplessly: ”Several sons, don't take it too seriously, Brother Yang has no intention!”
”Ji Shengyu He Shengliang!” The Qingpao scholar on the other side shrugged his lips in disapproval, ”He, is he as Zhou Yu!” Then, the Qingpao scholar looked at Nangong and asked them, ”Write this calligraphy When he was alive, he was extremely intelligent, but he was the first name in our academy. Just now that Yang Gongzi was the second in ten thousand years, so that he has had a complex of ”Yang Sheng Yu He Sheng Liang” over the years. ”
Wang Gongzi also touched and looked at the calligraphy and sighed: ”It's a shame Brother Yi, when I was fifteen years old, I died in Yingzhou, but he died early, otherwise this department will definitely be nominated for the gold list! ”
For a while, there was silence all around, and those young students were all regretful.
Nan Gongxi yelled at the crowd: ”It's true, I once had a relationship with Brother Yi in Wangdu.”
The scholars were all surprised, and then suddenly realized that it was no wonder that this little boy was willing to buy this cursive book at a high price, presumably to be a protagonist. It really is a temperament!
These people looked a little more respectfully at Nangong Yu.
Wang Gongzi hugged his fists and laughed: ”This guy is a friend of Brother Yi, but today he is destined!”
Nangong smiled lightly, ”It's just one side, and I don't really claim to be a friend of Brother Yi. But I really admire Brother Yi's talents. I thought I could have a chance to see Brother Yi this time in Luzhou. Talk about the ancients and the present, speak freely. I never expected that there would be no such opportunity ... ”
She said in a few words that the eyes of several sensuous sons were already flashing with tears, and the corners of the eyes were wiped silently.
Nangong sighed and said, ”I'm afraid Brother Wen doesn't know the news yet. I have to write a letter to inform him, so that he can come to Shengzhou to condolence.”
Brother Wen ... Fu Yunhe blinked and looked strangely at Nangong Yuan. Did she mean her cousin Wen Yu? Or ... just another person with the same last name?
At this moment, the son-in-law said with surprise: ”Brother Wen? It turns out that the son also knows Brother Zicheng!”
”Zicheng?” Nangong froze.
Wang Gongzi immediately explained with a smile: ”Brother Wen Yu feels that his name is too feminine, and we always let us call him by his word” Zicheng ”.”
”Speaking of which we haven't seen Brother Zicheng for a year,” said Qingpao scholar with emotion, ”Dare to ask Brother Zicheng now?”
Just these two sentences, for Nangong Yu and Xiao Yi, have revealed a lot of information.
On that day, Yi Jiangxiu did not lie. He did know Wen Yu, and Wen Yu had been to Luzhou. But why did Wen Yu pretend not to know Yi Jiangxiu?