The New Year is approaching, and the masters and students of the Imperial College are naturally on vacation. Today is the last class of the year. Luo Yuanjing, as the Imperial College's sacrificial wine, personally lectured the Analects of Confucius to the students.
The students recited loudly, and the cadence was like elegant music. Luo Fuzi allowed the students to express their opinions, and sometimes nodded in approval, sometimes shook his head and sighed in response to their passionate or impulsive remarks.
Just when he was immersed in the comfortable atmosphere of studying and traveling in the sea, a student suddenly came in in a hurry. Seeing Luo Yuanjing's dissatisfied eyes sweeping over him, he quickly stood up straight and packed up his slightly messy outfit. Then he stepped forward quickly.
"Master, I have a guest outside the door who wants to see you." Although he deliberately lowered his voice, he still attracted the attention of many students present.
"Who is it?" Luo Yuanjing's brows furrowed in confusion. If he was an ordinary person or an official, he would come as soon as he came. Why should he be so panicked? The person who came must be evil.
"Yes, it's Jin Yiwei." The student said with a slightly panicked expression.
The sound of birds reading suddenly fell silent. The words "Jinyiwei" made the faces of many students present change, either solemn or frightened. More than ten people turned their eyes to Luo Yuanjing, waiting for Master Jijiu to speak.
"How unbecoming is it to be in such a hurry?"
Luo Yuanjing, who hated iron but could not make steel, reprimanded him coldly: "The visitor is a guest, even if he is a royal guard, so what."
"Students are taught." All the students bowed down.
Luo Yuanjing glanced at the students with disappointment and said to the messenger: "Go and invite him in."
After a while, everyone looked at the person who appeared at the door with bated breath. It was not the Jinyiwei wearing Feiyu uniform and embroidered spring knife as they imagined, but their classmate, Yang Zhiyuan.
"Students have seen Master Jijiu." Yang Zhiyuan bowed and saluted.
When Luo Yuanjing saw him, he scolded him with a straight face: "Why are you here? Could it be that today's lessons have been completed."
There were many students in the Imperial College, and naturally there were many teachers. It was impossible and impossible for Luo Fuzi to teach everyone, so he only had about a dozen students in his class.
Yang Zhiyuan was also a student of the Imperial College. At this time, he should be studying under the guidance of another master. Seeing him appear here, Master Luo, who already had a very bad impression of this playboy, became even more dissatisfied.
"Master Yang is here to lead the way for me. I hope Master will not blame you."
Lu Hanjiang's voice came from behind. He was wearing a big coat and holding a heater in his hand. Behind him were two hundred households, each holding several scrolls in their arms.
When Luo Yuanjing saw Lu Hanjiang, he also had a bad expression. He said, "I don't know why Mr. Lu is here. I am giving a lecture. Please wait for a moment."
"It's a great pleasure to have friends from far away. At Your Majesty's banquet, the old master and I talked very happily and became close friends. Now I have made a special trip to visit you. Why are you so distant?"
Lu Hanjiang smiled and walked into the classroom. He didn't even have to wait for Yang Zhiyuan to go up to find a seat for him. The students all backed away as if they saw a demon.
He found a seat at random and sat down, and Lu Hanjiang said: "I heard that Master is also good at calligraphy and painting, so I specially collected a few paintings by Mr. Baimei and asked Master to taste them to see if they are genuine or fake. "
As he spoke, he glanced at the two hundred households, and the two strode into the classroom, unfolded the paintings in their arms one by one, and spread them on each table.
Luo Fuzi snorted softly, as if he didn't care. When he heard Lu Hanjiang say the word "white eyebrow", he knew that this person must be here to cause trouble. But when he saw those paintings, he could hardly hold back.
Hold on to your anger, let your anger rise in your heart.
"This is the painting you collected from Mr. Baimei?" Luo Fuzi only glanced at it and turned away, for fear that it would stain his eyes.
No one present could not hear the Master's annoyance. Even Yang Zhiyuan looked bitter after taking a look at it, secretly thinking that he was in trouble again.
Don’t think that dandies are all slutty and uneducated. You must know that Yang Zhiyuan is considered a figure among many dandies. When it comes to reading and writing, he may not be good at it, but when it comes to his vision, he is no better than him.
Others are worse.
For example, with this calligraphy and painting, Yang Zhiyuan can not only tell the authenticity of the painting at a glance, but can even roughly estimate the price. After all, for him, this thing is not only a good gift as a favor, but also something that can be used when money is tight.
When he was pawning money, he naturally knew the secrets here very well.
So after just one glance, Yang Zhiyuan guessed the purpose of Lu Hanjiang's trip. He probably wanted to embarrass Luo Fuzi. After all, these paintings can't even be called high imitations. They are purely insulting.
of.
However, this pain in my heart is only a temporary one. Although I have offended Old Master Luo, I am afraid that my future will be gloomy after I become an official. But if I offend Jin Yiwei, I don’t know whether I will have a future.
After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Yang Zhiyuan went to Jin Yiwei and straightened his position. Lu Hanjiang also asked: "Why, do you think these paintings are all fakes?"
"snort."
Luo Yuanjing sneered and ignored Lu Hanjiang's question. Mr. Baimei was himself. Not to mention whether he would have any face if he painted such a scandal, it was his disciple who dared to paint such a shameful thing.
If you put it out for sale, it would be better to be expelled from the school.
"Since the old master doesn't want to comment, I wonder what you guys think?" Lu Hanjiang turned around and looked at the many students who were facing a formidable enemy.
Several students looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to answer. Yang Zhiyuan stood up immediately, pointed at one of the paintings and said: "I have the courage to say something, let's take a look at this "Snow Plum"
, the ink painting, like flowing clouds and running water around the plain paper, showing the vast sea and the mountains still looking beautiful, must be the work of Mr. Baimei."
This was just lying with open eyes, but no one dared to comment. After Yang Zhiyuan sighed to himself, he looked at one of the students and asked: "What do you think, Brother Li?"
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"Ah, this..." The student surnamed Li looked bitter when his name was called. He didn't know how to greet Yang Zhiyuan's family, and reluctantly came out and said: "Brother Yang said that, Brother Yang
Said..."
Faced with all kinds of difficulties, he saw two more Jin Yiwei Baihu standing there with expressionless faces, and said quickly: "Brother Yang is right, but it is a rare and good painting. It must be done by Mr. Baimei."
....."
As soon as these words came out, Yang Zhiyuan and the two adults from a hundred households beamed with joy, while Luo Fuzi's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Then, Yang Zhiyuan clicked the name of another student named Lu: "Brother Lu, what do you think?"
"this......"
When the student surnamed Lu saw that the student surnamed Li could no longer raise his head in shame, he became a little tougher and said: "This brushwork is a bit mediocre, it seems, it seems..."
"Oh, mediocre?" Hearing this, Lu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows and looked back at him.
The two looked at each other, and the student surnamed Lu immediately broke out in cold sweat and knelt down: "I made a mistake! I made a mistake! It's not mediocre, but... different, yes! Different! I also think that
This is painted by Mr. Baimei himself..."
Then, Lu Hanjiang glanced at the students again, and all the voices, large and small, expressed agreement.
He curled his lips and waved: "In that case, these paintings are given to you. Since they are masterpieces, you should cherish them. I have something to discuss with Luo Fuzi, so you should leave first."
"Students resign."
Regardless of whether they were called by name or not, these students looked as if they had been granted amnesty. After taking the paintings, they did not forget to salute Luo Fuzi and then left quickly.
After all the students had retreated, Lu Hanjiang also retreated from the others, looked at Old Master Na Luo with a smile and asked, "What do you think, sir?"