[Comprehensive] The Secret of the Concubine's Palace

Now Shen Caijing can't hear Shen Donghuan calling her beside her at all.

In fact, ever since she saw the 'rather miserable' painting of Jindal, her eyes, ears, and heart have been filled with that painting.Her eyes couldn't be separated from the burnt-yellow roll of paper at all, and the memories that she tried to suppress over the past few years flooded in like a tide...

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"Oh! After drawing so many pictures, why is it still so ugly?!" She threw the pen on the table angrily, and the brush washer that had just been replaced with new water suddenly gushed out a lot of clean water.The long-term failure made her very irritable, so she picked up the Jindalai flower that was offered as a sample on the case, ruthlessly tore it to pieces, and threw it on the ground.

The ground was actually full of discarded paper balls and torn flowers.

The maids on one side seemed to have gotten used to the scene, some poured tea, and some exchanged a new flower.There are also gorgeously dressed palace maids who help her roll up her sleeves again, and gently wipe the flower liquid ink on her hands with a handkerchief soaked in warm water.

Just when she was about to tear up the painting in her hand and start over again, the inner eunuch guarding the yard outside sang thinly and loudly: "His Majesty is here——" The voice made her pause immediately, and she quickly tidied it up With some messy clothes, he led a group of palace maids to the door, and bowed to salute when the bright yellow figure entered the door.

"See Your Majesty—"

But halfway through the ceremony, he was stopped.The man withdrew his hand after a little support, which disappointed her very much.But in the end, the two returned to the main hall of the inner room side by side.

"They all said that the empress can't bear the sweltering heat, so she hides in the palace to cool off every day. I was still thinking about going to the palace earlier this year to spend the summer... But it seems that the empress is so serious about practicing painting, it's better to cancel it It's-"

Halfway through the conversation, he had already seen the true appearance of the 'painting' on the case, and suddenly burst out laughing.

She was annoyed, it was because of him that she wanted to practice painting, and she wanted to hide it from him and give him a brand new look of a "confidant".But he didn't expect that after practicing so hard, he made such an ugly appearance in front of him today!

But unexpectedly, what happened next made her happy.He actually held hands and helped her add two strokes to her painting.

This action caused her to raise infinite hopes, but after that, it fell severely.For some unknown reason, Zhou Neichen, who was usually used by his side, hurried in and whispered something in his ear.

He left with her boundless hopes, simply and swiftly.The only meeting between the husband and wife in a month ended without even drinking a cup of tea...

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"Generally speaking, this painting is a failure from top to bottom. If you want to say where it is better..." Zheng Yongzhen stared suspiciously at the stamen of one of the flowers, "There is really something interesting here..."

Hey, it's really interesting... Zheng Yongzhen couldn't figure out why there were two completely different styles of painting on a painting that was obviously completed.It's just one or two strokes, it's hard to 'turn the tide' on this terrible painting...

However, why did he feel that the one or two strokes in front of him were so familiar! ?It's a pity, because there is only that little bit, or in such a bad painting, he really can't see it or remember it.

The master of foreign painting heard what he said clearly and logically, and he already recognized it in his heart.Now he is afraid that the owner Li Shibo will not want his paintings, so what will happen to the usury he owes?How will his family survive? !

"Uncle Li!" He had always used his accent before, and he was only willing to address Shopkeeper Li's peers according to Western habits.But now I'm scared, and I started using Korean honorifics.Don't look at the weird Korean speaking just now, but now, there is no mistake in using a single honorific or suffix.He kept expressing the relationship between his father and shopkeeper Li back then, and said that he didn't know much about antiques, so please don't be offended.

"Ah——" Shopkeeper Li was very embarrassed. In fact, the extra 5000 million was already a price he specially gave because of the original affection he had with his old friend.If it is added, he is really at a loss.

But if you don't add it, 5000 million is probably really only enough for this guy to pay back the money.After that, life is probably really lost.

Just when he was hesitating and the owner of the foreign painting was struggling, Shen Caijing raised her head from her thoughts, "I bought it!"

"Hey?!"

The source of the sound was too low, and everyone didn't recover for a while.Looking down again, I realized that it was a little girl who spoke.But with twin ponytails and a small dress, this is clearly a primary school student!

"Caijing! Don't mess around!" Shen Donghuan pulled Shen Caijing's hand. Ever since his granddaughter achieved miraculous success in the cram school, he never said that she was 'noisy'.But now, under such circumstances, he really didn't have second thoughts for a while.

It wasn't because he spent too much money, nor because he felt that Shen Caijing didn't have the right to deal with such a big deal.It's just because that painting has been judged as worthless by the master of ancient art.It's not worth that price!Shen Donghuan naturally knew that his granddaughter would not suddenly lose her mind, and the only explanation was that her child had a seizure and was messing around!

"Grandpa—" Shen Caijing raised her head to look at Shen Donghuan, her eyes were clear and firm.

Shen Donghuan looked at her for a while, and only nodded in agreement with her decision.Regardless of whether she was messing around or not, since the granddaughter was bound to win the painting and spent the money she had earned through her own efforts, he, a grandfather, naturally wanted to support it.

"Let's negotiate a price!" Shen Caijing turned around and said very seriously.

Originally, the owner of the foreign painting thought it was a child making trouble, but seeing that the old man behind her did not refute, but agreed instead, he thought it was somewhat true.

Shopkeeper Li didn't want to spend more money to buy the painting, and he was always torn between thinking of old friends and protecting his own interests.But now Shen Caijing suddenly interrupted his thoughts, and instead had the urge to buy that painting.Anyway, this painting is now in his shop, and all the people who come to his shop are also his customers.How could he let others be deceived?

His shop is a real "children without deception", where imitations are sold as imitations, and genuine products are sold as genuine!If no one has appraised it, the customer has nothing to do with the wrong price.but now……

"Old man," Shopkeeper Li looked at Shen Donghuan. Of course, he felt that the old man must be the one who could make the final decision. "You have heard it just now. This old Mr. Zheng is a master in the world of ancient art—" When he said this, Zheng Yongzhen smiled shyly at Shen Donghuan, a little embarrassed.

"He has made all-round determination for this painting just now. Even the appraiser in the auction house can't surpass such an expert. This painting is not worth 5000 million. I bought it and took care of my old friend. .You bought it here, but you are smashing my signboard."

Shen Donghuan said: "I didn't buy it, but my granddaughter bought it. Although I don't like this painting very much, the value of the product is not only determined by the seller, but also by the buyer's preference. My granddaughter likes and wants to Yes, this painting is worth a thousand gold even on straw paper; if my granddaughter doesn’t like it or wants it, even if it’s a priceless treasure, it’s actually useless!”

Shen Donghuan's words stunned shopkeeper Li and Zheng Yongzhen.The owner of the foreign painting was overjoyed, his painting was finally expected to be sold!

"Little sister, you should think about it. This painting is not worth the money. If you like paintings with Jin Dalai, there are many more on this street. You bought this, but it will waste your grandpa's money !” Zheng Yongzhen persuaded.

"Grandpa, if you don't buy it, it doesn't mean I don't want to buy it either!" Shen Caijing nodded to Zheng Yongzhen as a greeting, and then her eyes slipped all the way to the painting in the field. "I know that if you resell it, it is worthless. But I didn't buy it to preserve the value, but I really like it."

"I also like to draw, but I just don't have the talent, and the pictures I draw are ugly. Sometimes, I really want to give up... But seeing this picture, I think the painter should be the same as me , no talent, but someone I like very much.”

"Even if you are ridiculed or looked down upon by better people, if you persevere, you will be your own hero."

"Putting this at home can motivate me all the time, don't forget the original intention of painting..."

Zheng Yongzhen really didn't expect that Shen Caijing would be able to say such a thing.The words like 'laugh at, look down on' in the previous paragraph seemed to be satirizing him.After all, when he commented on the paintings just now, he really had a little transcendent pride and imperceptible contempt.

But what he looked down upon was not the people in the room who were listening to him, but the author who had painted this ugly Jindalai painting hundreds of years ago.

After all, it was the master, his embarrassment passed in no time.On the contrary, he looked differently at the girl in front of him who was very calm, not at all shy of strangers or people going crazy like a child, but calmly talking to him.

Zheng Yongzhen not only appraises calligraphy and painting, he is also a great painter himself.Everyone loves talented children, but he loves perseverance more.Looking at Shen Caijing, who was standing firmly in front of him, Zheng Yongzhen suddenly felt love and understanding, and the idea of ​​​​accepting apprentices came into being.

In the end, Shen Caijing paid twice the price of 5000 million to buy the Jindal.

The owner of the foreign painting didn't dare to be too harsh at the time, and only offered [-] million yuan, because he was afraid that Shen Caijing and the others would bargain too hard.After all, the old story was revealed just now.But unexpectedly, this small buyer actually gave him an extra [-] million.

After the buyer and the seller borrowed the owner Li's inner room to complete the transaction, the owner of the foreign painting still hadn't woken up.And when Shen Caijing left, she left a sentence for him: "The extra money is for the sake of your wife and children's loneliness. If you sell one piece of your ancestor's foundation, you will lose one piece. You can do it yourself!"

The grandpa and grandson walked out of the shop, just in time to see Father Shen, who was like a headless fly, looking around with two handfuls of grilled squid. "Ah Yigu, Dad, where are you taking Caijing?! Why don't you say hello, I'm going to be scared to death!" Dad Shen ran over as soon as he saw someone, "Eat some squid? It's delicious! Hey!" What is this? Dad, did you buy a painting?"

"It's not me, it's your daughter who bought it!" Shen Donghuan also felt a little helpless, the granddaughter's bid was too high just now!He wanted to stop him, but he didn't.Forget it, judging by the appearance of the painter, they can be regarded as doing good deeds.

"Eh? Caijing will buy ancient paintings to appreciate? Let me tell you, our Caijing's taste has always been so good..." Father Shen took the painting and unfolded it gently: "Oh, this is Jindal, right? ...How do you look at it...so..." He swallowed the ugly words and rolled up the painting again. "It's okay, it's fine, it's fine..."

"It's good? Isn't it good? A [-] million painting, of course it's good!" Shen Donghuan pulled the painting from his son, and walked forward with Shen Caijing eating squid.

"Three~~~three~~~~three~~~~~~[-] million?! Ah! Shen Caijing!"

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