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The bearded face was slapped and he stood outside the pavilion like a stray dog, not daring to make a sound, without the aura of showing off his might before.

There were two people inside, one was in his early thirties with a Chinese character face, and the other was in his early thirties, and the other was in his forties, wearing a purple robe. He was slightly higher than the person next to him in terms of age and appearance.

The charming woman leaned in their arms, laughed and acted like a baby, poured a glass of wine and fed them a piece of pastry from time to time, completely ignoring Qi Ping and Pan Wenxuan.Qi Ping lowered his head, do not look at evil, and heard the coquettish and seductive laughter mixed with the crisp and continuous sound of the piano, it was really weird.

It lasted for about a stick of incense, and the man in purple over there put down the wine glass in his hand, raised his hand to stop Liu Yan from playing, and then pointed to Pan Wenxuan who was standing there: "You said that this man took my wealth Was the lotus seed porcelain broken?"

"It's this kid who suddenly started beating people." The bearded man bowed his body and nodded like a garlic, and opened his sleeves to reveal his bruised arms. "The little ones tried their best to protect them, but they still smashed the blue and white porcelain!"

At this moment, Pan Wenxuan was grabbed by the wrist from behind, and he was wearing a white sleeveless gown. When he heard the bearded villain complaining first, he spat at the other side: "If you didn't go out of your way to beat an old woman, I How could you help me? Could it be that your master opened that road? Bah!"

The face of the bearded man who Pan Wenxuan said was red and white: "The dead duck has a hard mouth, hit me!"

Seeing this, the servant behind him kicked Pan Wenxuan's back, his knees softened and Pan Wenxuan fell to his knees, thinking that this would be a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, but half of Pan Wenxuan's help just now was for her. Put it aside, the man in purple clothes said: "My lord, although we did make a mistake in breaking your porcelain vase, it was your servants who were rude just now. They oppressed the people and treated a weak old man How can a righteous person tolerate a woman's attack. I feel that you must be a highly respected person, and you are definitely not a pedantic person. I hope you will learn from me."

First suppress, then raise, first courtesy, then soldier, let the man look at the frail scholar in front of him playfully: "If it is as the young master said, then the old man will not allow the servants to bully others like this outside, and will punish them well, but even so, breaking the blue and white porcelain You are also inseparable. The pair of blue and white porcelain is worth 370 taels of silver. As the master, I have not educated the servants to bear half of it. The remaining 180 taels, 85 taels will be deducted from Wang Jia’s monthly money, and the remaining 100 taels will be free. It shouldn’t be too much for him to bear it.”

The bearded man became anxious when he heard this: "Master..."

As soon as the words came to the fore, the man glanced back, "But if it doesn't come out, then the old man can only let him be my servant and pay for it with labor, but it will take at least ten or eight years. "After speaking, he turned his head and waited for Qi Zhi's answer with a smile that was not a smile.

The blue and white porcelain is worth 370 silver. It is indeed a good item from the perspective of embryonic shape and drawing. The price quoted should not be false, but how can she afford 100 taels of silver? Looking at the man's expression, it is obvious that he deliberately made things difficult for him. He was dressed plainly and Pan Wenxuan was even rougher. It didn't take much thinking to know that they were definitely not rich.

However, what the man said was not too much. They were both responsible for the situation and reason. He had already borne most of the losses, and it was really unreasonable to ask for an inch of money without compensation.

Turning around and seeing Pan Wenxuan kneeling on the side, Qi Ji made a plan, cupped his fists and said to the man, "My lord, I only have five taels of silver by my side, and I really can't afford to pay 100 taels of silver." Seeing a hint of disappointment on the man's expression, he was even more convinced of the conjecture in his heart: "However, I know a little about calligraphy and painting, so why not make a painting on the spot, worth the 100 taels of silver?"

The man next to him who had been silent all this time suddenly laughed loudly: "You have a serious tone. Boss Zeng is an expert in collecting calligraphy, painting and antiques. You have found the wrong place for your tricks."

It turned out that this man was Zeng Yan, a well-known wealthy businessman in the capital. He not only opened the largest pawn shop in the capital, but also managed several calligraphy and painting firms.

"Hey! Brother Chen has won the award, Zeng only knows a little bit." Zeng Yan replied modestly, but the smile in his eyes was obviously because the previous praise won his heart.

"I have admired Boss Zeng's name for a long time." Qi Yi only heard it when chatting with shopkeeper Pan, but who would take this polite words in the officialdom seriously, "I don't know what Boss Zeng thinks about the proposal just now?"

Zeng Yan saw that Qi Ping's expression was serious and confident, and he didn't seem to be talking nonsense, so he touched his chin and said: "Okay, but whether it's worth 100 taels of silver, but I have the final say, you must not just draw a random picture to get away with it gone."

"of course."

Qi Zhi told the servants beside him that the materials he needed were only the simplest brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, not even the most basic azurite and cinnabar in ink paintings.The people present looked at Qi Zhu in puzzlement, not knowing what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd.Pan Wenxuan was released from the prison, ran to Qi Ping's side and whispered: "Brother Wen, there will be no difference, don't force yourself, at worst, let's fight him again, look at that old thief with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, it's definitely not Gentlemen."

Liu Yan, who was sitting behind the piano case, also looked at Qi Ping with concern. For 100 taels of silver, let alone Qi Ping, an unknown person, even if he is a famous painter, it is not easy to start and finish.Looking at her from a distance, her expression is calm and unnerved, and the hands on the piano can't help sweating for her.

The things were quickly prepared, a piece of rice paper was spread out, the brush was ground and brushed, and the pen was considered again and again, and he nodded slightly to encourage himself, and drew a portrait of an old man on the paper, with two words on the side. Big Peak'.

Sitting on the ground in shabby clothes, leaning on bamboo gourds to hang around his waist, he completed the painting in less than a cup of tea. The bearded man stretched his neck and laughed when he saw the painting. Pan Wenxuan looked at it. I was very puzzled, how could someone who was still full of ambition just now have such a painting with only a few strokes.

Qi Bing didn't care about their reactions, he picked up the finished painting and waited for some time to finish it, then went straight to Zeng Yan and handed the painting over to Zeng Yan.

Zeng Yan took the painting, frowned and stared at it for a long time, the man next to him shook his head in disdain and snorted, the two beautiful women looked at the painting and laughed, "Haha, what is this, a bad old man?"

"Living Buddha Dafeng monk, sacrificed himself to help others." Liu Yan walked out from behind the piano case, and said to everyone: "Benevolence and benevolence can save all living beings. I think that young master made this painting to show that who is willing to forgive him. The fault is the heart of the Living Buddha Ji Shi, so from this point of view, this mere 100 taels is really cheap."

"Then Miss Liu Yan, what do you mean we've made money?" The man surnamed Chen stared at Liu Yan lewdly, his heart was already fascinated.

"Liu Yan said slightly, it's still up to Mr. Zeng to make a decision." Turning her beautiful eyes, she saw Qi Zhu was nodding to express her gratitude.

"Jishi Living Buddha." Zeng Yan smiled softly, "That's really what Miss Liu Yan said, it's a good deal to exchange the 100 taels of silver for a Living Buddha's heart. Forget it, I will spare you for a while."

Qi Yi cupped his fists and thanked Zeng Yan. Zeng Yan saw that this young man was only young with curly hair, but he was sure that he was not surprised when he did things just now. He didn't look like an ordinary person. That's why he deliberately posed a problem to make things difficult for him. , As expected, he did not let him down, looked at the painting in his hand again and asked: "I don't know the name of this young master?"

"My surname is Wen Ruo."

"Mr. Wen." Zeng Yan called out with a smile, silently wondering if there is a rich man with the surname Wen in the capital, and after thinking for a long time without finding anything, he turned to the bearded man beside him and said, "Wang Jia, let's see off the guests."

Walking all the way to the outer hall, as soon as she stepped in, she saw the old bustard coming in with her handkerchief thrown away. She recognized Qi Lu from a distance, with a smile like a flower under the thick foundation, and her slightly bloated figure still retained the charm of her youth: "Wen Young Master, why are you here, my daughter misses you so much."

Pan Wenxuan, who still had a blood clot under his nose, showed a surprised expression, just like the shopkeeper Pan. Qi Zhe hurriedly cupped his hands and bid farewell to the old bustard, hurried out of Wanghualou, and walked to the street. Qi Zhe said to Pan Wenxuan in embarrassment: "Brother Pan , this time it really hurt you."

"Well, even if you're not here, Brother Wen, I can't ignore that kind of thing." Pan Wenxuan knew that Qi Yi was worried about his injury, rubbed his nose with his hands and laughed, "I have been working on iron all year round, and these small injuries It’s nothing, Brother Wen, don’t worry too much, I’ll go back first, Master didn’t explain well, so I’ll leave.”

As soon as Pan Wenxuan left, Qi Ping looked at the sky and thought that today's work was not done. Just as he was about to lift his feet, he found that the baggage he brought with him was gone. It was left on the ground when he was drawing and he forgot to take it back. There was only a collection of essays in the bag , nothing of value, it was a bit of a headache for her to go in to get it again, when she was hesitating, a voice behind her stopped her.

Liu Yan walked over with small steps, held the cloth bag in both hands, and handed it to Qi Ping: "Mr. Wen walked in a hurry just now, and left something behind. Liu Yan brought it to you."

"Thank you, Miss." Hanging the cloth bag on his shoulders, Qi Ping clasped his hands, "Just now I thank Miss Liu Yan for helping me, I am very grateful, and I will definitely repay Miss Liu Yan's kindness when I have the opportunity."

Liu Yan covered her mouth and smiled, if other men saw it, they would be fascinated: "Young master is smart and smart, even if I don't tell you, you will explain it yourself, I just made a favor." Sheng Mei pulled the distance between the two of them, Liu Yan said softly: "If the young master really wants to repay the concubine, the concubine has a ruthless request."

He frowned and met the pair of smiling eyes, knowing that there must be deceit, who let the polite words just now be caught by others, nodded and said: "Miss, please tell me."

"Dragon Boat Festival will be in a few days. There will be a dragon boat race on the Ruihe River, and a temple fair will be held on Miaoqian Street. It would be inappropriate for me to go alone. I wonder if the young master is willing to accompany you?" Tucking her black hair behind her ears, "I know this request is abrupt. You are a lady, if you are seen walking with a brothel girl, your reputation will be ruined."

"Miss misunderstood." Qi Bao quickly explained, "It's just that there was something at home on the Dragon Boat Festival, and I couldn't get away."

"Then, the temple fair lasts for three days, so it's okay if you don't watch the dragon boats. The young master won't be busy for three days, right?"

The previously gloomy face glowed, and with the sly smile of the phoenix eyes, Qi Ping fell into the trick of inviting the king into the urn. After a moment of stunned, he agreed: "How can it be, then, can it be the fourth day of May?"

Liu Yan smiled and nodded in response.

That night, Zhuo reported to Qi Xiao his whereabouts in the past five days. Since the Jinlin koi incident, Qi Xiao told him to report once every five days regardless of whether there was anything wrong. .

Truthfully told how Qi Bing outwitted Zeng Yan, and continued to say that Liu Yan invited Qi Bing to participate in the temple fair. Before that, she praised Qi Bing for his wit. After hearing this, Qi Biao raised his head from a pile of memorials.

"really?"

"Yes."

"accepted?"

"accepted."

"..."

"His Majesty?"

"You go down."

Later, on the fourth day of May, Qi Xiao left the court early, and when he returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he closed the door to rest and did not see anyone again.