Zhang Yi has his own study room in Wenbaozhai, and the waiters usually greet the guests. But today he happened to have nothing to do, so he met Zhang Yange.
At this time, he was reading the words carefully in his room, when the door of his room was pushed open.
Seeing the visitor, Zhang Yi subconsciously put the words together, but it was already too late.
"Old Zhang, what treasure are you secretly looking at? Could it be erotic pictures?" The visitor spoke frivolously.
But Zhang Yi was not angry at all. The visitor was the young master of Wenbaozhai. Although his behavior was frivolous, he was a very good person and a warm-hearted guy.
If it weren't for this, Zhang Yi would have left here long ago. Due to his ability, many places in Suzhou and Hangzhou would hire him, but Zhang Yi didn't want to leave here.
His wife is from Qiantang, and they met in Sudi.
After his wife died of illness three years ago, she was buried near Su Causeway.
Zhang Yi plans to be buried next to her after his death.
"A word."
"Which famous person is it from?" Song Ming asked curiously.
Although his behavior is frivolous, he is not an ignorant idiot. He knows that the shopkeeper in front of him has a very high vision, and if he can draw his attention, it will be great for him.
"It's not from a famous person." Zhang Yi said with a smile.
"So you bought it for yourself, how much money did you spend?" Song Ming wanted to read the words, but Zhang Yi blocked him behind him.
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"Two hundred taels?" Zhang Yi said proudly.
Since he couldn't escape, Zhang Yi didn't stop him.
"Don't be deceived." Song Ming finally walked up to the calligraphy. "I'll give you a hand..."
After saying this sentence, Song Ming did not say a word for a stick of incense.
Except for the sound of gasping air.
After a while he raised his head and stretched out a hand!
"five…"
"Stop!" Zhang Yi held the words in front of him. He was really afraid that this guy would come and snatch him.
"One thousand taels! I won't drink flower wine this month!" Song Ming said eagerly.
"This word "Old Man" is used to control the house." Zhang Yi said without refusal.
"Huang Dian's wind and rain post!"
Zhang Yi looked at him in disbelief, "Are you willing?"
"If you want to agree, hurry up, I'm afraid I'll regret it!" Song Ming cried heartbrokenly.
Huang Dian was a master of calligraphy. Zhang Yi's wife liked his running script the most, and the wind and rain calligraphy was his masterpiece.
Zhang Yi would definitely reject the copybook next to it, but he couldn't reject the calligraphy.
That was his wife's last wish. Originally, Song Ming planned to give the words to him when he was too old to do anything.
Song Ming really loved this word, otherwise he wouldn't have said it like this.
"Hey!" Zhang Yi sighed.
Feeling a little distressed, he slowly closed the words, "This picture can ward off evil spirits!"
"Don't worry, I'm gentler to it than to those little ladies." Song Ming laughed and said, "I'll have someone send you the wind and rain post in a while."
Zhang Yi waved his hand helplessly.
Zhang Yange went home with two hundred taels of silver, and he handed the ten taels of silver he owed to Huang Xiaojiao.
I didn't want the child at first, but Zhang Yange couldn't resist it and had to accept it.
Guan Yun, who used to be somewhat arrogant when dealing with others, is now very polite to Zhang Yange.
"Little Taoist Zhang, have you always been called by this name?" Guan Yun asked cautiously. He felt that Zhang Yange might be some master who came to Qiantang County to live in seclusion incognito.
"I have always been called this name." Zhang Yange said.
Guan Yun…
"If you don't think I'm too big a deal, let's have a discussion?" Zhang Yange looked at him and said.
This old man is a nice guy, and it’s not impossible to teach him two moves.
"Please!" Guan Yun clasped his fists.
In a manor outside Qiantang County, a woman in a gauze robe looked extremely pale, but her pale face added a bit of morbid beauty.
She sat helplessly, but she still had to ask, "How are the preparations for today's banquet?"
"Everything is ready." the maid beside her said.
"The county magistrate and celebrities in the city will be here today, so we must not make any mistakes."
"Don't worry, ma'am!" said the maid, "can you please sleep for a while longer and I'll wake you up later?"
The woman hesitated for a long time, but she was so sleepy that she fell asleep gently on a royal bed.
The maid looked at her figure greedily, with a cruel smile on her lips.
"The skin of this most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River must be very comfortable to wear!" she said softly.
Liu Keqing fell asleep, and she saw her dead husband again in her dream. In the dream, he stretched out his hands and strangled her neck tightly.
He wants to kill himself!
And Liu Keqing cried helplessly, she had been trapped in this dream for a long time.
Dreams are becoming more and more real!
"Ah!" Liu Keqing started directly.
She gasped for air and saw that it was getting late. She put on heavy makeup to cover her pale face.
Tonight's dinner can't go wrong. After her husband died, her father-in-law also died. She has been burdened with the reputation of Kefu, and the Liu family's business has become increasingly difficult to do in recent years.
Why doesn't she want to live freely?
But this skin brought her countless dangers!
She is destined not to be that carefree woman.
She put a lot of thought into the painting tonight's banquet. Scholars from the south of the Yangtze River are all fond of calligraphy. After the new emperor ascended the throne, he conferred several masters of calligraphy.
There was a calligraphy trend all over the country.
A few days ago, she got a copybook from Wang Yixian, and then she invited celebrities from Qiantang County to visit Liu Yuan.
Wang Yixian was a great calligrapher in the previous dynasty. It is said that when he was writing by the stream, he attracted ghost foxes to come and polish his calligraphy.
This calligraphy is called the ghost fox calligraphy!
However, this calligraphy was later lost and was obtained by Liu Keqing by chance a few days ago.
So there was this night banquet...
Song Ming was sitting in the sedan chair, holding Zhang Yange's calligraphy in his hands.
He has always admired Liu Keqing, but the widowed Mrs. Liu has no interest in him, so his actions have always been polite!
Mrs. Liu also liked calligraphy, so he thought of showing Mrs. Liu this calligraphy by an unknown master, so as to warm up Mrs. Liu's mood.
The sedan entered Liuyuan, and Song Ming arrived a little late.
But the last one was the county magistrate.
Zheng Qiao actually didn't want to come, but he had received favor from the Liu family back then.
Mrs. Liu encountered some troubles in her business, so she came to help her once, which could be regarded as repaying the debt she had made back then.
The most important thing is that you can also take a look at the ghost fox painting!
However, Zheng Qiao felt that no calligraphy in the world could be better than the Su Zhi crime poster!
The calligraphy was carved out by him, and he planned to pass it down to his family.
"If you feel uncomfortable, I'll help you greet them first." Song Ming could still see the pale face under the rouge.
Liu Keqing shook his head, tonight's dinner is too important.
"I found a copybook. You must take a look at it later." Song Ming said somewhat flatteringly. "It will definitely be as good as the ghost fox calligraphy!"