Leaning on the railing Jiangyue

There is an antique calligraphy and painting street in Beijing, which is true and false, not to mention a layman, even a calligraphy and painting expert who comes here for a while, can't figure out what's inside.

It was rare for Xu Fengjin and Zhao Yu to go to the street. When the carriage stopped under the red lacquer archway in Lianli Lane, the two took the silver and left Cheng Qiao Cenling to stroll along the street. Compared with other streets and alleys, this place is much quieter. The brush and ink are fragrant, and most of them are literati and poets, in twos and threes, and some are bargaining with fancy things.

Xu Fengjin is wearing a sky-green robe today, with ink lotus flowers embroidered on the chest, which complements Zhao Yu's splendid blue auspicious cloud and river color. Prince Zhao often comes here for a walk, and all the merchants are familiar with each other. Then he nodded and bowed.

Shopkeeper Wu had already come out to greet them, and when he saw the two of them passing by, he bowed and saluted: "My lord."

Zhao Yu raised the fan to let him stand up, and passed the scroll in his hand, and brought Xu Fengjin in. The shopkeeper Wu opened a framed painting shop, and there were many mounted paintings on the walls of the hall, Xu Fengjin admired them one by one. , didn't see the good or the bad, so he asked Zhao Yu in a low voice: "Which pair is worth the money here?"

Zhao Yu pointed to a pair of "Old Man Fishing" which was not very eye-catching and said, "This one."

Xu Fengjin felt dull, and said, "Where is it better? It's better than the one next to it."

Zhao Yu smiled and said: "The painting depends on the year and who it came from. This painting should be a hundred years old, and it was also made by a famous person from the previous dynasty."

Xu Fengjin was surprised: "How can it be preserved so well after such a long time?"

Zhao Yu said: "This painting is naturally a forgery, and the real one will be stolen if it is displayed."

Xu Fengjin said: "But wouldn't the hundred-year-old paintings be damaged even now?"

Zhao Yu said: "Of course it will. It is because of damage and corruption that shopkeeper Wu has the business of mounting and repairing paintings."

Shopkeeper Wu came out with tea at this time, and said with a smile: "Thanks to the great love of the prince, the small shop can only be opened until today."

Zhao Yu pulled Xu Fengjin to sit down at the table: "It's still the shopkeeper Wu who has superb craftsmanship."

Shopkeeper Wu hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, I also encountered a problem a while ago, and I really live to learn."

"What's the problem?" Zhao Yu asked.

Shopkeeper Wu was ashamed: "About four or five days ago, someone sent a severely damaged painting. The paper is very old and the damage is really difficult to repair. I have been thinking about it for a long time and have not repaired it. It seems that it has been deliberately damaged. Some creases are still very new, and it is common sense that collectors are extremely protective of this kind of collection, and somehow new wounds are added to the old wounds."

Zhao Yu skimmed off the tea foam and asked, "Is it really an ancient painting, not a fake?"

Shopkeeper Wu said: "The paper is old paper, but the ink is like new ink. However, there are also examples where anti-corrosion spar powder is added to the ink in order to preserve the ink forever, but the creases are a bit strange, as if they were deliberately made. Old, but I can't tell the real from the fake. Besides, the focus of this painting is the beautiful figures, and the damage is serious, so it is said to be from the previous dynasty, so it makes people want to collect it. Yesterday, I heard that there is a house on the front street. The imitation store copied two copies, and the painting was taken away at a high price as soon as it was produced, and there was a big fight over this painting, and it is said that many girls rushed to imitate the Le Dancing posture, even the boudoir ladies have learned it."

Zhao Yu's eyes were deep, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Xu Fengjin didn't understand these things, so he asked, "What's on the painting?"

Shopkeeper Wu just walked to the counter, opened the painting that Zhao Yu brought, and said, "It's a beautiful woman dancing with drums..." Before he finished speaking, he said in surprise: "I'm so different from you!" The prince sent this one very similar..."

"Really?" Xu Fengjin took a few steps forward and asked, "Then do you think the prince's painting looks better, or that painting?"

"That painting is softer and more beautiful, this one..." Shopkeeper Wu looked at the painting, then at Xu Fengjin: "This one is more heroic, each has its own merits, each has its own merits."

Xu Fengjin was proud: "That means the prince's painting skills are comparable to those of people a hundred years ago?"

Shopkeeper Wu nodded: "Naturally, the painting was not made by everyone. If it wasn't for the age and attractiveness of the painting, no one would fight for it."

Xu Fengjin didn't understand a lot, so the shopkeeper kept asking questions while he was mounting the painting. In the blink of an eye, it was getting late, and Zhao Yu came over and said, "Come back."

Xu Fengjin said, "But the painting hasn't been framed yet."

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "Wangfei wants to take it back today?"

Xu Fengjin asked, "Can't you?"

Zhao Yu said: "Of course not. It will take at least seven or eight days to mount the painting. The princess likes this painting so much?"

Xu Fengjin smiled and said, "It's not that I like painting, but I like that the lord painted me with his own hands." Then he took out another picture from his sleeve and handed it to the shopkeeper: "Frame this one too."

"This is it?" Seeing his mysterious appearance, shopkeeper Wu thought it was a sub-famous work, but when he unfolded it, it turned out to be Zhang Jianbi's fox.

Zhao Yu asked in surprise, "Why did you bring this painting?"

Xu Fengjin said: "It's my lord who painted me, how can I treat them differently?" After telling shopkeeper Wu to be careful, the two walked out of the shop and strolled leisurely all the way to Qian Street, and happened to see many people crowded in front of the imitation painting shop. The outcry auction seemed to be about to start a fight, Xu Fengjin stretched his neck to watch the excitement, squeezed his way through the crowd, and saw the two imitations hanging on the wooden frame at a glance. I feel that no matter the expression and action are very familiar.

"Buy it or not! If you don't buy it, go aside!"

"Don't occupy the land, don't occupy the land! I'll pay you 500 taels!"

"1000 taels! Let's see who dares to fight with me!"

"Damn it! One... thousand, two hundred taels!"

Xu Fengjin was pushed and squeezed out, but fortunately Zhao Yu quickly supported him and did not fall down.

"What is the princess thinking?" Zhao Yu asked.

Xu Fengjin came back to his senses and shook his head with a smile: "It's okay, let's go back."

Seeing that the sun was setting on the west mountain, the sky was golden and the sunset was like a brocade, and the faint cries of the night market stalls could be heard across the Qianjie Street, Xu Fengjin said: "In the past, this time was mostly my first meal, and it was also the door opener of Chen Laoer's house. The lychee paste at home is authentic, and I can eat several bowls with water and rice. Later, Yu Sanniang refused to let me eat more, saying that I should grow some lazy meat. No one will watch me dance in the future. How can I make money? she."

Zhao Yu rubbed his fingertips and said: "The princess can eat as much as she wants in the future, whether she is beautiful or ugly, fat or thin, whether she can dance or not, this king will not dislike her."

Xu Fengjin said happily: "Then I have to eat two bowls of rice with lychee water today."

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "Several bowls are fine, just don't make yourself uncomfortable, and be careful that you won't be able to sleep at night."

Calligraphy and Painting Street often sells some small gadgets. When he came to the carriage, Xu Fengjin saw a small stall with sandalwood combs and carved bronze mirrors on it. The person's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "I don't know when I can give one to the prince."

Zhao Yu took it and looked at it in the palm of his hand, then put it back on the booth, raised his eyes to meet Xu Fengjin's eyes, saw his clear eyes and open smile, and walked back together with him: "Although someone has already sent someone to copy it. The recipe for lychee cream, but the cooks in the house may not be able to make the original taste, if the princess tastes it and thinks it is not delicious, how about I send someone to send you back to Lin'an to eat?"

Xu Fengjin said: "I traveled thousands of miles just for a bowl of rice with lychee water?" Then he smiled and said: "Does the lord still believe that I am sincere to you?"

Zhao Yu said: "My king..."

Xu Fengjin seemed to be afraid of what he might say, so he hilariously snatched away the words: "But whether the prince believes it or not, I am sincere. As I said before, I am not very knowledgeable. If the prince treats me better, I will not be able to control him." Zhuzhi is attracted to you, even though I later found out that the prince is pretending, but I still like it, and I don’t need to hide when I am moved, if the prince believes in me, I will know and stay with him for the rest of my life. If the prince doesn’t believe me, then I am waiting to know and stay with the prince for a lifetime."