As soon as they heard that the famous and so-called most talented person in the world was about to start writing, both Chong'er and Mu Aotie immediately became energetic.
Although I have been with Yu Qing for many years, it is really difficult for everyone to see this young man show his talent. We only know that this man is very talented and everyone praises him.
Even Mu Aotie, when he was in the mountains, he only knew that his master forced Lao Fifteen to practice calligraphy and so on. He really didn't pay much attention to how talented Lao Fifteen was until Lao Fifteen's talent became famous all over the world.
Their talents came to light later.
Last time, he saw Yu Qing's inscription at the inn in Tianji Mountain, and he occasionally showed his sharpness, as if he was very impressive. Anyway, he heard Lian Yu praise him again and again, and felt that it was indeed very remarkable. He wanted to see it this time.
Let’s see how the talent leaks out.
Bailixin, who was carefully checking the safety in the corner, walked out quickly after hearing the sound, his eyes full of curiosity, ready to have an eye-opening experience.
Chong'er rummaged around in the room to get pens, ink, paper and inkstones, spread them on the long desk, and then immediately studied the ink at the side. He was very good at doing this. Back then, he was a book boy with Xu Fei.
By then he had become proficient in it, and when he saw Yu Qing walking over and rolling up his sleeves, he looked full of expectation.
With his sleeves rolled up high, Yu Qing walked to the case and glanced at the snow-white paper. He was full of heroic emotions, with that spirit and magnanimity, and the Tanhua Lang who wrote "When the purple air comes, the mountains and rivers are moving" seems to be back again.
After grinding the ink, he picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink. When he wanted to lift it up, he couldn't lift it up. It seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the brush tip twisted around in the inkstone and was difficult to leave.
What should I write? Then write "The world is good"?
I wrote one picture after another before and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Now I am writing "The world is good". I feel like writing this over and over again seems to be out of standard. Will it affect the subsequent selling price and my financial career?
No impact?
Well, there are some sentences in the poems written by Su Qiuzi just now, but I don’t know how good they are.
Logically speaking, that Mr. Ming has failed the ranking many times, and Su Qiuzi has also failed the ranking many times. Mr. Ming's writing can be called the most talented person in the world, and Su Qiuzi's writing is at least passable, right?
He immediately picked up his pen and was about to copy Su Qiuzi's sentences, but found that he didn't take Su Qiuzi's poems seriously at all, and could not remember a complete sentence. He wanted to turn over the manuscripts and copy them, but then he remembered his reckless behavior.
I have already wiped out those manuscripts with one palm, and now I have no choice but to copy them.
The eyes of Mu Aotie, Chong'er, and Baili Xin followed his writing. Seeing that he was still hesitant to start writing, they looked at his expression and couldn't tell what he was thinking. Anyway, it was unpredictable and he must be thinking.
?
They didn't understand and didn't dare to ask. They held their breath and concentrated for fear of being disturbed.
Bang, the pen was hung for too long, and a little black ink dripped on the white paper, showing signs of slowly smearing.
Yu Qing also felt that he thought of some things too simply. Mr. Ming is Mr. Ming, and Su Qiuzi is Su Qiuzi. They should not be equated. The possibility of the latter's talent being comparable to the former's is probably extremely small. If he
If you publish some substandard poems and spread them to everyone, then you will really cut off your own way to make money. This financial path must be maintained well. This is not just a small amount of money, so you must not be short-sighted.
After thinking about it, I have to find Mr. Ming to cooperate in this matter. After all these years, Mr. Ming will not be dead, right? Well, I will try to find him later.
As for what he should write in front of him, he didn't think about it yet, so he decided to take a look at what was being auctioned tonight, see the equivalent value of what was written, and then decide what to write.
After I had made up my mind, his pen finally came down and landed on the dot of black ink. He drew a circle of "ears" around the black dot, modifying it to look like a small flower, and then stopped writing.
"..."
What the hell? Mu Aotie, Chong'er, and Bailixin all stared at the crooked and ugly flower. Then they all raised their eyes and stared at Yu Qing. There was indescribable shock in their eyes. Aren't they going to practice writing?
You can practice this in a long time?
As if he understood everyone's looks, Yu Qing put his hands behind his hands and sighed, "Those who have said that they will give up literature and join the military must not be dishonest in what they say, and they cannot be dishonest in what they say. Alas!"
When these words were said, Chong'er and Baili Xin felt a little sad and deeply regretful. Is such a great talent really going to be buried here?
But Mu Aotie didn't believe it. He knew Yu Qing too well. He wouldn't believe such a valuable thing even if you gave up the civil service and became a martial artist.
He didn't know what Yu Qing was worried about, but he knew that there must be some important reason why Yu Qing would rather give up making money than write.
The sea and sky are vast, the setting sun is sinking, the red glow gradually disappears, it becomes dim, and the stars are shining in the blink of an eye.
The waves were rolling and the lanterns were coming on. Yu Qing and others found the inn's waiter to lead the way. The rope swayed and the rope ladder took them to the building in the pavilion.
There is a grand hall with a three-story height. The main hall is brightly lit, while the wing rooms on the surrounding floors are half-hidden in darkness, and are blocked by bead curtains, making it difficult for people to see the people and halls inside.
Yu Qing and others are not extravagant people, and they live in relatively ordinary rooms. They are not considered distinguished guests and are not eligible to go to the wing. They can only choose a seat among the large tables and chairs in the hall on a first-come, first-served basis. The high-quality tea and exquisite products are on the coffee table.
Pastries are free.
The moment they walked into the hall, in the highest and best wing, a handsome man behind the bead curtain had already fixed his eyes on them. If they saw it, they would naturally recognize it at a glance. It was no one else.
It's their junior uncle Zhou Xinyuan.
The little uncle, who was playing with a folding fan in his hand, watched them sit down and seemed to have no intention of meeting them.
"Well, the beauty hunter has arrived..."
A woman's soft voice came out from the slightly noisy environment. The words "Tan Hua Lang" made the little uncle's ears twitch slightly. He turned his eyes and quickly locked on a charming figure wearing a red gauze dress at the door.
charming woman.
This woman is half-snuggling next to a man with a stubble and a carefree appearance. The man is also playing with a folding fan in his hand.
The Amber Sea is like summer all year round, and there are actually quite a few people carrying folding fans in their hands.
After stubble-bearded man looked at the seats where Yu Qing and others were seated, he asked softly, "Have you figured out the details of the items being auctioned tonight?"
The girl in red silk replied in a low voice, "We have raised ten items for the time being. According to the people in the pavilion, if any of the guests in the casino downstairs want to buy something temporarily, they will add more items. The current details are basically all figured out.
Cleared."
They blocked the door, and with the respectful gesture from the Zhihai Pavilion clerk, the two of them moved towards the seating area.
Without any surprise, the two of them sat next to Yu Qing. When they sat down, Hu Zhunan and Yu Qing nodded to each other, and then acted like they were not familiar with each other and did not talk to each other.
As all kinds of customers arrived one after another, the empty seats in the auction house were gradually filled, but outsiders could not see clearly what was going on in the surrounding rooms.
When the occupancy rate was 70% full, in the highest and best-located wing, a woman in gorgeous clothes came in. She walked directly past the seats and walked to the railing. She looked at the auction house below with a supercilious and cold look.
This woman's name is Xiang Haihua, she is the daughter of Xiang Luo Ce and the owner of Zhihai Pavilion.
One can imagine one's status in this Amber Sea, but one cannot compliment one's appearance. Her appearance is really mediocre, not as good as the two personal maids who followed her. The talent in appearance is the same as other talents, and it is not determined by status.
of.
Although there are many beauties in the world, they are not everywhere.
Perhaps because she was standing in front and blocking his view, the folding fan in the young master's uncle's hand actually poked Xiang Haihua's butt, which was extremely wanton.
This move startled Xiang Haihua, and she slapped open the folding fan. She looked at the two maids who were obviously panicked. She obviously didn't expect that this man would do this in public. She tried her best to look indifferent and glared fiercely.
He glanced at him with a stern warning look.
The junior uncle sat there disapprovingly, and even kissed her from afar.
Xiang Haihua immediately smiled bitterly, rolled her eyes, and then said to the two maids: "You guys go out first."
"Yes." The two maids took the order and retreated, as if they hadn't seen anything.
After there were no outsiders, Xianghai Hua Yinya bit her lip, sat down next to her junior uncle, stretched out her hand, pinched his waist and twisted it hard, "You will die, you dare to molest me in public.
, are you saying you don’t want to live anymore?”
The junior uncle gritted his teeth and said, "Ouch, it hurts."
Xiang Haihua threw up her hands angrily.
But the folding fan stretched out again and lifted her chin, "Hey, do you want to be a tigress or a housekeeper? Are you planning to murder your husband with such a cunning plan?"
"Go." Xiang Haihua pushed him away, "Who knows whose husband you are, who knows what intentions you have in coming here to fool me."
The folding fan stretched out again and touched her neck, her body, and her breasts, "Where did I fool you?"
She reached out to open it again, but her junior uncle grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. He asked softly, "Okay, why did you say such weird words again?"
With his soothing touch, Xiang Haihua's expression became gentle, she hugged him and snuggled up, sighing softly: "You are used to seeing beautiful women among thousands of flowers, and I am nothing."
Beauty, you still have a bad temper, why do you like me? I know some things well."
The young uncle lifted her chin and made eye contact with her. There seemed to be deep affection in his eyes, "What I like, you won't understand. Women, many of them are gold and jade, but inside they are rotten. Just one face."
In fact, it has no meaning. Some things that are hidden and hidden are called really good. The skin is smooth and tender, and the texture is good. It is fresh and juicy, and makes people eat the marrow and taste it without wanting to leave. The only thing that can be seen is superficial. "
As he said that, his hand had unknowingly touched into the other person's collar to look for something, "You are a woman with deep feelings and wisdom. You are not at all like what you see on the surface. You know everything, but you are not good at expressing it. In other words,
I don’t even bother to express it, but I like you the most with a true-hearted woman.
A woman like you is a treasure. She won’t cause trouble for me, and she doesn’t need me to support her. She doesn’t even need me to be responsible for anything. I simply take advantage of her. There won’t be any interests involved in being together, and everyone who can be together will
The whole day is a perfect match of my own. Haihua, being with you makes me feel comfortable and relaxed. I like you very much.
Besides, what's wrong with your temper? Are you doing me any harm? You've always been very nice in front of me. When I asked you to kneel down, didn't you kneel down honestly?"
Xiang Haihua, who was flirtatious with a few words, immediately spat at him when she heard what he said, with a blush on her face. She quickly got up and pulled his hand away, sat down and straightened her collar, while complaining, "You are doing this randomly."
Move your feet, tell me how to go out to meet people later, let my dad know later, and see if you are afraid."
The little uncle sniffed the hand that touched her body, and was fascinated by the smell. He said, "What do I have to be afraid of? I don't want to show up in public with you. I just don't want to be public. I just don't want people to misunderstand that I'm a softie."
It’s just for food. Our status doesn’t match, and it’s easy for people to misunderstand that I have intentions for you. I don’t want to listen to those rumors.”
He reached out and touched her earlobe, "I don't want anything from you, and you don't want to show me your status. Just be a little woman in front of me. If you are happy, we will be together. If you are not happy, we will break up.
, no one is interested in anyone else, just ask one of you if you want to be together, and only one of you will not regret it, okay?"
Xianghai Huadu, who had just put her clothes in order, had a gentle look on her face, and slowly snuggled into his arms, lovingly enjoying the breath of his body, and murmured, "What's so good about the auction."
"Of course you're used to seeing it like this. I've never been here before. Why, can't you stay with me?"