Good night, Mr. President

Chapter 1259 Mr. Qingzhu
"You just came to country G, is there any news worth my money?"

Yun Bai laughed when he heard this.

Lin Hanxing was still holding the materials he handed over just now, and turned around from the coffee table in front of him.

"That's it."

This time, not only Yun Bai, but even Yuan Kang and the others were interested, looking at the information on the coffee table.

"what?"

Yuan Kang didn't understand it, but he could see clearly what Lin Hanxing put on display.

It is two characters.

They were all written by Shen Lanzhou Su Bu.

"If you can be sure that these two paintings are from him, then the news that I want to sell you is definitely worth a lot of money."

Lin Hanxing leaned on the sofa leisurely and said.

"Your news doesn't have anything to do with Su, does it?"

Yun Bai raised his eyebrows.

Lin Hanxing smiled without saying a word.

"This word is indeed not written by Su."

Soon, Yun Bai added another sentence.

"Handwriting."

"If this is the case, then he should die soon."

The moment Lin Hanxing finished speaking, the smile on Yun Bai's face stopped.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

he asks.

On the other hand, Lin Hanxing didn't seem to feel at all what kind of stormy waves he had set off just now, but his face was calm.

"It's as much as half a year, as little as three months."

Everyone fell silent.

Instead, the sage picked up the information from the table, looked down at Sudan's notes, and pondered something.

"Are you so sure?"

Yun Bai was really curious about where she got the confidence to come so openly.

"Volume [-] of "Liu Ya Waibian" once mentioned a story about Mr. Qingzhu."

Suddenly, the Holy Hand spoke.

What they are talking about is a story that seems to be irrelevant to the current chat content.

"Who is Mr. Qingzhu?"

Yuan Kang asked.

The holy hand resisted not to roll his eyes, and quickly continued.

"Fu Shan, courtesy name Qingzhu, was a famous medical scientist and calligrapher in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties."

"So what's in the story?"

Yuan Kang asked again.

The holy hand decided not to talk to him anymore, and turned to look at the words in his hand with distant eyes.

"Mr. Qingzhu has a son named Mei. Because he saw that his life span is not long, he used Shou Mao when he took the characters. One day, Shou Mao imitated Mr. Qingzhu's characters and put them on the table. Ask your husband to tell the truth from the fake. When Mr. Qingzhu saw it, he forgot that he didn’t write it for a while, and screamed in horror!”

Hearing this, Yuan Kang wanted to ask again, but this time the master didn't give him any chance.

"Mr. Qingzhu saw that the breath in the handwriting was about to die, and thought that his life was not long, so he panicked."

"Later, Shou Mao told him that he wrote it, and Mr. Qingzhu burst into tears."

"Not long after, Shou Mao really died."

At the beginning, the sage saw it from the ancient scroll, and because of the strange story, the memory was particularly deep. At first, he thought that the method of observing characters and distinguishing qi was just a legend, but he never thought that he actually encountered it.

"People have form, words have spirit, calligraphy, writing and painting can express far more than what is simple on the surface."

Lin Hanxing's eyes fell on that word.

Obviously, what she saw was not just a simple life limit.

But what she wants to say, let's go to the end.

After the words fell, Lin Hanxing stood up.

"This information can be regarded as my meeting gift, but there will be a fee next time!"

While talking, he leaned towards Lei Xiao.

After tossing around for so long tonight, she was tired.

It wasn't until they left for a while that Yun Bai finally remembered, wasn't Lin Hanxing's last sentence exactly what he had said to her before?
………………

return trip.

Drive left and east as usual.

"So, isn't Su really going to die?"

In the silence, Yuan Kang's voice sounded.

(End of this chapter)