The boy was stunned!
He looked at Gao Yu, and his original confidence suddenly disappeared.
I already know that I have the original work of Mi Fu, but I am still so confident. I even asked someone to identify it. Could it be...
"How many authentic works of Mi Nangong are there here?"
The vendor was stunned and then smiled bitterly.
"Little Langjun, can you find the authentic works of Minangong all over the streets?"
He himself didn't know if there was any original work of Mi Fu. He collected items from Mi Fu's former residence. Mi Fu has been dead for thirteen years and his descendants have long left Bianliang. Later, a wealthy merchant from Suzhou bought Mi Fu's former residence. The wealthy merchant admired Mi Fu's name, so he retained Mi Fu's study room at that time and never collected it.
Until last year, the Haoshang died of illness.
Because the son of a wealthy businessman was short of money, he decided to sell his former residence, so the vendors had the opportunity to enter.
It is said that there are original works of Mi Nangong, but in fact, most of them are waste paper.
The vendor himself had never thought of finding the original works, so he hurriedly took the calligraphy and paintings here to make a puff.
After he finished speaking, he shook his head and pushed it to the side, looking at the scroll in Gao Yu's hand with interest.
Could it be that there is another world in that scroll?
In fact, not only was he confused, but even the onlookers were mostly confused.
Just when everyone was confused, a person walked out of the crowd, about thirties, wearing casual clothes and looking quite simple.
However, in every move, there was a sense of elegance.
It is impossible for a scholar who is well-educated to have such a demeanor.
"Although Zhao Ding is not a well-educated person, he has also studied calligraphy and painting. I wonder if he can help the Langjun?"
"It turned out to be Mr. Zhao."
Someone who knew him directly called out his name.
"Don't worry, Zhao Yuanwai was a Jinshi and his knowledge would not be bad."
Jinshi passed the imperial examination?
Gao Yu glanced at Zhao Ding, and without hesitation, he handed out the scroll in his hand.
Just now, he also found the scroll that the boy found. Through the eyes of the cicada, the scroll of the boy was also covered with a halo. However, compared with the scroll he was pounced on, its brightness was weak and not very eye-catching.
If he had just lost two hundred words, he could have chosen that scroll too.
but……
Don’t be too greedy, otherwise there will be disaster.
So, he did not raise the bet later, so he didn't want to cause trouble.
Although he didn't know what the scroll in his hand came from, he instinctively thought that this scroll should be more precious.
"Quick Xue Shi Qing's post?"
Zhao Ding opened the scroll, glanced at it, and exclaimed.
“What post?”
The boy seemed not to hear clearly and walked two steps: "Mr. Zhao, what post did you say just now?"
"Quick Xue Shiqing Tie... Come with the lights."
Zhao Ding replied to the young man and shouted excitedly.
The entourage named Fugui hurriedly held up the torch to illuminate Zhao Ding.
"Yes, this paper should be used in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, one foot in length, half a foot in width, and twenty-eight characters in four lines.
Xizhi paused his head: When the snow was fast, it was sunny, and it was good. I wanted to be peaceful and kind. If I failed, I would be unable to succeed. Wang Xizhi paused his head. Marquis Zhang of Shanyin."
"It's Wang Youjun!"
After hearing Zhao Ding say this, some of the onlookers exclaimed.
This is an elegant era, and perhaps not everyone can read, but the elegant atmosphere is spread throughout the alleys.
Even the waiter in the restaurant, who is ignorant of the eyes, will be so elegant.
Walking in the tiles and tiles of Bianliang, if you suddenly become popular and want to splash ink, the waiter will immediately present a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for you to write. The waiter will appreciate it by your side. Although you don’t recognize the words, you can tell the good or bad.
Wang Xizhi, Wang Youjun, was a saint of calligraphy in the generation and was quite famous among the people.
The boy's face suddenly changed, and his breath became heavier. He looked at Zhao Ding and said, "You, can you be sure?"
Zhao Ding ignored him and his eyes were concentrated on the book.
"When the snow is in the clear snow, the round pen is mainly used to hide the tip of the pen. The starting and ending pen are not exposed. The hook and the hook are turned horizontally and vertically, and are mostly round and turning techniques, which are replaced by uniform and stable, showing a calm and relaxed mood, neither fast nor slow, which is consistent with the characteristics of this post.
You look at the style of calligraphy, the writing and writing are both rich, and the elegance of the Right Army is indeed well-deserved.
There is also this style of calligraphy, which has the style of regular script in running script. You pause your head twice before and after, and you both practice cursive script... That's right, that's right... The round brush mainly hides the tip of the pen, and is calm and composed; the stroke starts and ends, and the strokes change and lifts, which looks like a mountain of jade. Although it does not shine outside, it has the spirit of connotation, and its bone strength is hidden!"
While speaking, Zhao Ding sighed and said, "The round and vigorous ancient and elegant meaning is leisurely and elegant, and the taste is unfathomable!"
He reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the copybook, then looked at Gao Yu, with envy in his eyes.
"Your husband is willing to give up love, and you are a thousand gold coins, and you are willing to offer the cauldron."
On the side, the boy didn't care about the one hundred coins and shouted: "Hey, if you are willing to give up, the price will be available for you."
Wang Xizhi's Kuaixue Shiqing Tie can be regarded as one of his representative works.
Gao Yu was also a little confused because he didn't understand what Zhao Ding said just now.
However, he could hear that his copybook was definitely worth a thousand gold, and it was a hundred times more precious than the Haidai poem obtained by a young man.
"Can the outsider confirm that this is the original work?"
"certainly!"
Zhao Ding said: "There is a 'ting' seal in front of the post of Kuaixue Shiqing, and there is a 'Shaoxing' couplet seal here. There is a half 'Chu' seal here. According to the book records, this post was given to Prime Minister Wei Zheng in the early Tang Dynasty, and later passed on to Chu Suiliang. At the beginning of this dynasty, this post fell into the duty of the Su Shunyuan brothers in Tongshan, and later Mi Fu exchanged it from Su Ji... In addition, there is a post in the palace, which has no 'Chu' seal, which is treasured by the official family and is ready to be included in the "Xuanhe Book Book" that is being compiled, so I am very clear about this."
As he said that, he looked at the vendor and said in a deep voice: "Minang was so fond of this when he was alive.
However, after he passed away, someone asked Xiaomi officials to buy this post, but it disappeared. If this post came from the old house of Mi Nangong, it would be impossible to be wrong. I believe that after Mi Nangong collected it, he did not inform Xiaomi officials, so the pearls would be covered with dust."
The vendor is actually worried.
This thing is too expensive. If he can't tell the source, it will be a big trouble.
"Thank you, the official, for proof of the villain."
Zhao Ding smiled, ignored the vendor, but looked at Gao Yu and said, "Little Langjun, what are you thinking about, are you willing to give up?"
Of course not!
Gao Yu almost said without hesitation: "Please forgive me, I will present this post to my father."
Although he didn't know what was going on, judging from the reaction of the Cicada just now, this post of the Cicada in the Kuaishou must have extraordinary significance for the Cicada. Even if it was a love affair, he would have figured out the problem first. Before that, he would never send this copybook... Besides, this is the original copy of Wang Xizhi.
"Dazhuang, keep it!"
Gao Yu apologized slightly, smiled at Zhao Ding, and asked Ma Dazhuang to put away the copybook.
Although I don’t know what this copybook is, Ma Dazhuang was stunned when he heard Zhao Ding and the young man speak and were willing to buy it for a fortune.
In his opinion, it is just a piece of paper, as for that?
Chapter completed!