Chapter 790 Are you here to rob Yan Dajiang's studio? Yes
Chapter 790 Are you going to rob Master Yan’s studio? Did anyone see it (please subscribe)
Cheng Chubi glared at the naughty Li Ke with a black look on his face. God, you are so stubborn that you break your promise. I am not your Michelin brother.
But the problem is that Cheng Chubi thought of his purpose of giving it away and could only grit his teeth and stamp his feet.
"Come on, let's go, alas..."
I closed my eyes and grabbed them. I picked out three pictures with one hand and two pictures with the other hand.
"Your Highness, I will borrow flowers to offer to Buddha." Cheng Chubi handed the three paintings to Li Chengqian.
Haha, when he saw such a good treasure coming to his door, Li Chengqian was not an idiot who was so reserved that he picked it up without saying a word.
He quickly turned around and handed it to the guards behind him, asking them to hold it carefully.
Over there, Li Ke looked at the two drawings in his hand with an unhappy face and couldn't help but muttered, "Why are you giving me two drawings and my elder brother three."
"Okay, okay, hey, take it..." Cheng Chubi reluctantly picked up another copy and handed it over.
"???" Li Ke looked at Brother Chu Bi with a dark look on his face, and his lips trembled with anger.
But when I saw my brother, he seemed to be deaf and blind and ignored his expression of resentment.
Li Ke could only grit his teeth and copy the drawing, well, the painting, with an indignant look on his face.
"If you can, give me a few more pictures."
Cheng Chubi paid no attention to this dissolute prince who didn't even have any sense of shame for the art of calligraphy and painting.
Close the box again, take the broken lock and tighten it again.
Li Ke opened the drawing in his hand and looked at the building with weeping willows in front and towering ancient trees in the back. It didn't look like the drawing.
If you say it is a painting of a building, there will be absolutely no doubt about it, so you can't help but exaggerate and exaggerate.
"Wow...it is indeed the work of Master Yan. Even the drawings used to build the Imperial Manor are so exquisite..."
Li Chengqian on the side nodded in agreement.
"How can the Yan brothers stand out among so many talented people in the world.
It’s not just because they put their utmost care into their works.”
Cheng Chubi resisted the urge to snatch it back and turned his head away, unable to bear witnessing.
"Okay, you two, put it away quickly. Let's go back to our homes quickly.
Such a treasure must be framed as soon as possible. If it is damaged, it would be the greatest desecration of the art."
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Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang, who were squatting in the front hall bragging and spanking, saw their third brother carrying a wooden box proudly.
I walked into the front hall proudly and immediately felt happy.
"Hey, third brother, what are you doing? Where did you get such a broken box? This is Duke Lu's mansion and we don't accept junk."
Cheng Chuliang stood up, quickly helped Cheng Chubi catch the wooden box and put it on the floor, saying sincerely.
"That's right, Third Brother. The lock on this thing is broken. If you pick up such a thing, you won't be afraid of ruining the reputation of our heirloom of poetry and calligraphy, the old Cheng family."
He never thought that his two brothers would start burying things indiscriminately without even seeing the things. Cheng Chubi immediately patted the lid of the box unhappily and said.
"Brothers, don't talk nonsense. There are treasures in this box that are hard to buy."
"Here are all the handwritings of Yan Lide, the great craftsman who served as supervisor and general. Just throw a piece of it into Chang'an City, hehe..."
"Where is Yan Lide's handwriting?" Before Cheng Chubi finished speaking, he heard a heroic voice coming from behind him.
The Cheng family members turned their heads and saluted respectfully. "Dad."
"Hmm... I mean, Sanlang, do you think this is all Yan Lide's handwriting?" Cheng Yaojin strode to the wooden box and asked Cheng Chubi.
Seeing his father's suspicious eyes, Cheng Chubi nodded. After opening the box, he picked up a drawing and opened it.
Although Cheng Yaojin had not read poetry for many years, he came from a family of civil servants and still had some discernment in the appreciation of literary and artistic works.
After seeing it, my eyes suddenly lit up. I picked up this exquisite and pleasing picture and looked at it for a long time in amazement.
When I came to the calligraphy work of Yan Lide hanging in the front hall of the old Cheng's house, I carefully compared the monogram and seal, and couldn't help but feel happy.
"Third brother, you have really made great contributions to our old Cheng family of poetry and calligraphy. How did you get such a good treasure..."
"Dad, this box contains them all." Seeing his father Cheng Yaojin's overjoyed expression, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but patted the broken box with his hand proudly and said.
The six eyes of Cheng Yaojin, Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang were all staring at the box of tribute paper.
Cheng Chumo nudged his third brother with his elbow and raised his thumb towards Cheng Chubi with admiration.
"All of them are paintings by Master Yan? Let me tell you, third brother, are you going to rob Master Yan's studio? Has anyone seen it?"
He saw his eldest brother, his second brother, and his biological father Cheng Yaojin staring at him with their big, bright copper eyes.
"???" Cheng Chubi's face immediately darkened.
"Brother, am I the kind of person who blatantly rushes into other people's houses to rob?" Cheng Chubi glared at his elder brother unhappily.
This is simply a slander and criticism of Chi Guoguo, whose quality is guaranteed.
"How are you talking? How could your third brother be such a person?"
Cheng Yaojin raised his foot and kicked the boss, then pulled Cheng Chubi aside and lowered his voice.
"So, third brother, where did you get these wonderful treasures? Do you want dad to help you sort them out?"
"..." Cheng Chubi felt that he was deeply hurt. "Dad, the child was really not stolen. The child was obtained from our imperial village."
After hearing this, General Cheng's eyes widened three points more.
"Bullshit, your young lady's nonsense. Our old Cheng family is the old Cheng family, and the Imperial Village is His Majesty's territory. Wait a minute..."
"I think you, Third Brother, are a little too brave, aren't you? You dare to do something to His Majesty's good treasure? Are you going with that naughty boy Li Ke?"
"Dad, please don't get angry in a hurry. Let me explain to you slowly. Today, His Majesty gave me a royal edict and gave him a royal manor outside the city."
"It is used to run a school for children. Look, His Majesty's edict is still here."
Cheng Yaojin grabbed it with his hand, glanced at the edict carefully, and raised his hand to stroke the thick beard like a steel needle.
"Come on, come on, tell me honestly, what's going on, and where did you get this box of good treasures from?"
Next, several adults in Lao Cheng's family squatted together again, drinking Cheng's secret Sanle pulp as a thirst-quenching drink.
I began to listen to Na Cheng Sanlang telling a treasure hunting story full of positive energy, telling the truth and presenting facts, and successfully obtained a good treasure...