The king has passed through

Ben Wang met two people, a little old man with a bald head, and a second-hand king Twelve—the diary of the little prince.

When the little old man proposed to take a closer look at the string of Buddhist beads, Tang Lichen turned his questioning gaze to Xiao Linxi who had been quiet all along, who smiled slightly: "Tang Tang, this is already yours, so it's up to you naturally." Dominate yourself."

"Tang Tang poof..." The young man who closed the stall laughed.

Tang Lichen was very helpless, but Xiao Linxi didn't notice it. All his attention was now on the objects placed in this antique shop, especially the painting hanging on the wall.

Xiao Linxi stood in front of the painting, staring blankly at the silhouettes of the two people who were playing chess in the painting, the peach petals falling from the tree seemed to be alive.

Seeing that his master was looking at the string of Buddhist beads seriously, the young man walked over slowly, scratched his head and said, "Do you like this painting? But unfortunately, this is the treasure of our shop, it is not for sale."

Xiao Linxi didn't answer, and the young man didn't mind. He said to himself very happily, "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Wang Twelve. What's your name? I didn't say it. Why do you keep it?" Long hair? Are you still wearing a little golden crown? Oh, it’s still gold inlaid with jade, you are really rich..."

"Where did you get this painting?" Xiao Linxi, who hadn't heard his self-introduction and questions at all, said suddenly, his eyes were amazingly bright, Wang Twelve was taken aback, and muttered: "Just Can't you answer my question first... Forget it, let me tell you regardless of the villain's fault..."

Xiao Linxi frowned slightly, Wang Twelve sneered, and said: "I have to ask my master, this painting has been in the shop for a long time, I don't know where it came from, why, you like this painting ?”

Xiao Linxi frowned and remained silent. He was very familiar with this painting, and he was also familiar with the people on it... This painting was drawn by his master when he was 13 years old. The people on it were him and Uncle Huang. This painting was given to him as a birthday present, and later, he passed it on to Uncle Huang, who had always been greedy...

"Hey, why are you crying?" Wang Twelve was almost frightened to death. Why did this child cry just looking at it? Others thought he was bullying someone!

Tang Lichen, who was staring at the old man, heard the movement and hurried over, took the boy into his arms, and said calmly, "Xiaoxi, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

Facing Tang Lichen's obviously unkind eyes, Wang Twelve hurriedly said: "Don't look at me, I didn't like him, so I asked him if he liked this painting, and then he cried."

The little old man didn't bother to study the baby anymore, he hurried over and said: "My apprentice looks slippery, but he is actually an honest person, he must not bully anyone."

Tang Lichen lowered his head and didn't respond. He just took out his handkerchief and wiped away the tears of the young man who kept crying but didn't make a sound.

Wang Twelve looked at it with a click of tongue, Emma is still using a handkerchief, she is simply not from the same world as him~

"Tang Tang, I'm fine." Xiao Linxi blinked, and finally put back the tears.

Tang Lichen nodded lightly and didn't say much.

Xiao Linxi smiled shyly, and then said: "Mr., can you tell me where this painting came from?"

"You said this painting was handed down from my grandfather. As for where I got it, I don't know." The little old man stroked his beard, "Why, do you want to buy it?"

Xiao Linxi nodded.

"I can't, this is the treasure of the town store, it can't be sold." The little old man waved his hand and said: "This painting has a history of thousands of years, and it is a masterpiece of Mr. Mingzhi, so it won't be sold for any money."

Xiao Linxi showed a disappointed expression, Tang Lichen rubbed his head, thought for a while and said, "If you can't sell it, can you exchange it?"

The other three were stunned for a moment, and the little old man said, "Change? How?"

Tang Lichen raised his chin slightly, "You tell me the conditions."

"This..." The little old man hesitated. He glanced at the string of Buddhist beads that were very attractive to him, and then at the paintings hanging on the wall. He wavered from side to side, unable to make a decision.

Xiao Linxi saw what Tang Lichen meant, and hurriedly took his hand and said, "You can't exchange it with a bracelet of Buddhist beads. I gave it to you. You have to wear it, or I will get angry."

Tang Lichen smiled slightly and did not speak.

Xiao Linxi frowned and was very unhappy. He looked at the paintings on the wall again, and suddenly remembered the big box that came through with him. There were many calligraphy and painting scrolls in it. His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said : "Mr., how about I exchange Mr. Mingzhi's other calligraphy and paintings with you?"

The little old man was taken aback: "Do you have other calligraphy and paintings?"

Xiao Linxi nodded: "Do you want to change?"

The little old man seemed to be more entangled, let alone the question of whether to change or not, suddenly knowing the existence of another ancient painting but not being able to see it, it really made him scratch his head.

Xiao Linxi thought he thought there were too few, so he hurriedly said, "How about two?"

The little old man was dumbfounded. Xiao Linxi wanted to increase the price, but Tang Lichen, who was dumbfounded, covered his mouth, "What are you in a hurry for?"

Xiao Linxi was dissatisfied, he had to be in a hurry!

Wang Twelve next to him poked his master, and the latter came back to his senses, and said ruthlessly, "If that painting is real, I'll trade it with you...but I have to look at both, and I'll pick one out of them." frame."

Xiao Linxi nodded, of course it's no problem, even if you give him both, it's no problem.

"Tang Tang, let's go home and get the painting." He couldn't wait any longer.

Tang Lichen was amused by his anxious look, "What are you in such a hurry for? It's getting late now, and it's too late to go back and forth. Why don't you come back tomorrow?"

Xiao Linxi and the little old man shook their heads at the same time, and Wang Twelve laughed again.

Tang Lichen: "..."

In the end, it was Tang Lichen who made the final decision, wait for them to come over tomorrow, let's forget about it today.

On the way back, Xiao Linxi twisted and turned in the passenger seat, with various tangled expressions.

While waiting for the red light, Tang Lichen leaned over and took a bottle of milk from the back, plugged it in and handed it to him, "Don't worry, it's really late today, we'll go over early tomorrow and change the paintings, you can buy some more How about picking something you like?"

Xiao Linxi also knew that she was impatient, so she felt a little embarrassed, "Well, I'm just happy, and I have caused you trouble, Tangtang."

"It's nothing."

"Don't you have to do anything tomorrow?" Xiao Linxi asked while drinking the sweet milk.

"The company is nothing serious, so I don't need to go there."

Only then did Xiao Linxi breathe a sigh of relief. To be honest, he was still very afraid of causing trouble to Tang Lichen.

As soon as he entered the house, Xiao Linxi put on Xiao Feilong slippers and entered the room. He tried his best to drag the big box in the corner to the open space in the middle of the bedroom, but the box didn't move at all, so the attempt failed.

"Tang Tang..." Xiao Linxi asked for help from Tang Lichen, who was leaning against the door and happily watching the play.

Tang Lichen couldn't help laughing, and walked over amid Xiao Linxi's dissatisfied accusations.

With Tang Lichen's help, the big box was dragged to the center of the bedroom. In just a short while, Xiao Linxi was already sweating.

The box was not locked, so Xiao Linxi opened it directly, revealing all the books, calligraphy and paintings inside.

Xiao Linxi fondled this one and looked at that one reminiscently, and finally sighed sadly, "If it wasn't because that painting meant so much to me, I wouldn't be willing to change it." As he spoke, he picked up the seven scrolls in the alley Put them on the bed, unfold them carefully one by one, and then pointed them out to Tang Lichen, "These three paintings were painted by Mr. Gu, that is, Mr. Mingzhi, and the other four paintings are ancient paintings, which are older than Mr. Much more valuable."

Tang Lichen just listened quietly without interrupting.

"I've read your books about ancient times, and there is no record of great signs. I thought that the things that existed in the history of great signs are gone, but I didn't expect them to still exist here." Xiao Linxi couldn't express his feelings, "It's just why the father and the others are not here..."

Tang Lichen said softly: "I will help you go back." However, he had to admit that these words had no credibility at all.

Xiao Linxi glanced at him gratefully, picked out two of the three paintings and rolled them up, "Just these two paintings."

"Actually, if you don't want to, then you don't need these two paintings," Tang Lichen said, "I have some old objects like calligraphy and painting in my house, maybe..."

Xiao Linxi shook his head and interrupted him, "If a person wants to keep his word, he can't keep his word, and I don't really have anything that I don't want to part with, after all, it's just something outside of me."

Tang Lichen raised his eyebrows: "Then why do you insist on that painting?"

"Because the people in that painting are me and Uncle Huang, although I don't know why this painting has been spread, but I will not admit it." Xiao Linxi said and began to pack his things, "Well, Tang Tang, look there is something wrong. If you don’t like it, take it away if you have.”

Hearing this, Tang Lichen said dumbfoundedly: "Xiaoxi, do you know how much these paintings are worth?"

Xiao Linxi nodded, "Of course I know that Mr. Gu's paintings are hard to come by, let alone these four ancient paintings, but I don't know how to sell paintings, and it's useless to know them. If you want them, you can take them." .”

Xiao Linxi had always been well-behaved and sensible before, and he didn't look like a prince at all, so this time, Tang Lichen finally saw something different in him. The little prince raised in the palace really treats money like dung.

After dinner, Xiao Linxi walked around the sofa dozens of times to digest his food, and then sat down to watch TV.

Tang Lichen brought him some fruit, then rubbed his head and said, "I still have something to do. If you're sleepy, go take a shower and sleep."

Xiao Linxi nodded obediently, looking very cute.

Tang Lichen couldn't help pinching his face, admiring the young boy's rosy face for a while, and then went into the study to deal with the company's affairs.

Xiao Linxi touched his face and sighed, alas, it still caused trouble for Tang Tang...