There are still very few famous paintings in Kyushu. After all, it is not like modern times, where some people hype it up and trash can be turned into rare treasures.
In Kyushu, paintings that do not have a wonderful scene are not qualified to be called famous paintings, so the number of famous paintings has always been very small.
If it weren't for the collectors' lack of money or some other reasons, it would be rare to see famous paintings circulating on the market. After all, there is no shortage of rich people in Kyushu, but there is a shortage of famous paintings with special effects.
Generally speaking, it takes three or four months for a famous painting to be born, which is already very fast. What did Zheng Qingfang say in the end? You got three famous paintings at once?
If they hadn't known about Zheng Qingfang's character, all the guests present would have begun to wonder if the old man had done some robbing trick.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry!"
Li Zixing urged.
Gu Xiuxun stood on the periphery, watching all this. Even if she wanted to help Sun Mo, she was powerless. After all, the two parties in this wrestling already belonged to the top dignitaries in Aurous Hill.
Soon, three tall men walked in, each holding a rectangular wooden box.
"What are you doing?"
Fang Lun, the prefect of Jinling, was startled and then realized that Zheng Qingfang was afraid that the famous painting would be lost, and he suddenly became unhappy: "Prime Minister Zheng, how can something like a famous painting be defiled by such a rough man?"
Hearing this, Sun Mo frowned, and his impression of the prefect dropped drastically.
The Grand Administrator of Jinling has a high and powerful position. He is not only a civil official, but also in charge of some soldiers, but he looks down on the soldiers.
But this was also the norm in the Tang Dynasty. Civil servants looked down on military attachés.
Zheng Qingfang knew Fang Lun's temper, so he would not argue with him over such a trivial matter, but someone not far away spoke up.
"The famous paintings didn't pick people, but the people who admired the paintings picked people. Haha, it's really funny!"
Fang Lun's expression changed and he turned his head sharply: "Who is making the noise?"
The guests who were in the area where Fang Lun was watching immediately moved away with panic on their faces, fearing that they would be spotted, and then Fang Wuji, who was sitting in the corner drinking sullenly, was revealed.
"Wuji, what are you talking about?"
Cao Xian was stunned for a moment, then scolded: "Why don't you quickly apologize to the prefect?"
"It's him who should apologize!"
Fang Wuji was drunk and his proposal to Tong Tong was rejected in public. After he came back, he became decadent and began to feel inferior.
In the past, with Fang Wuji's emotional intelligence, he would not have said such words, but now, he doesn't care anymore and starts to give up on himself. Anyway, this life is boring, and it will be ruined if it is ruined.
"Prefect, he is drunk!"
Cao Xian sighed secretly, knowing that he could not persuade Fang Wuji and could only apologize for him.
"Old Fang, appreciate the paintings! Appreciate the paintings! Don't let people like this ruin your elegance!"
Li Zixing advised.
He is the behind-the-scenes helmsman of Wandao Academy, and he still values Fang Wuji very much, but this kid needs to be beaten.
"He's useless!"
An Xinhui sighed.
"You should be happy that your competitor's top card is gone, right?"
Sun Mo asked back.
"Even if I have to win, I will use upright means."
An Xinhui explained: "Fang Wuji is a good teacher, what a pity!"
To be honest, none of the three big men felt that they had been humiliated. After all, there was no such thing as human rights in this dynasty.
"Okay, let's enjoy the paintings!"
Zheng Qingfang gave Fang Lun a hand. He also cherished talents and did not want Fang Wuji to be dealt with: "The first painting, "Early Spring Outing"."
When the scroll was unfolded, it was a beautiful spring scene with the spring rain stopping and colorful clouds shining all over the place. The breath of spring rushed to the face instantly, causing the entire Linjiang Palace to be silent for an instant.
This is the charm of famous paintings. Once you take a look at it, you can never look away.
No one commented or commented, because everyone was immersed in this childlike atmosphere.
Ten Miles Long Pavilion, Swift Swallows Return to the North!
The stream was gurgling, with a few fish playing in it, and the wind blew through the willow trees on both sides, pruning off a few buds.
Not far away, a girl carrying a kite was standing on tiptoes, looking towards the avenue.
Following the girl's line of sight, you can see at the end of the path a good gentleman from a troubled world, holding a fan in his left hand and riding a horse at will.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
Li Zixing slapped his thigh fiercely, and then clapped vigorously, with a look of treasure on his face.
This painting instantly brought him back to his childhood and the time he spent on spring outings with his playmates.
"This is how I used to fly kites when I was a kid!"
"Young lady in charge, little boy with a yellow mouth, how happy you are!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The guests talked a lot and were filled with emotions, and even a few emotional ladies cried, remembering their lost youth.
Zheng Qingfang looked at these people, sneered, and then said: "Everyone, take a closer look, this famous painting is not just an outing picture!"
Zheng Qingfang was a big boss, so naturally others would not dare to violate his suggestions, so he looked at the painting again and discovered the details.
On the grass in the distance, more than a dozen teenage servants were running around dragging paper kites. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, and their faces were full of exhaustion, but no one dared to stop, because one
Girls in gorgeous clothes were yelling at them.
On the right side of the scroll, there is a long pavilion with a sumptuous banquet. Several rich people in rich clothes sipped tea and chatted while looking at the paper kites in the sky.
Outside the pavilion, on the roadside, stood a girl singing with a red toothpaste. The straw sandals under her feet were covered with dew and mud.
She wanted to get close to him and earn some reward money, but she was worried that she would be beaten if she disturbed the noble man's enjoyment.
The guests stopped talking and all took a peek at Zheng Qingfang's expression.
Sure enough, this prime minister, even if he becomes an official, still cares about the people of Li.
"The concept of this painting is really wonderful. At first glance, it looks like children of a wealthy family going on an early spring outing, full of childlike joy and joy. But when you look at the edges of the four corners, the tone of the entire famous painting changes drastically, and it becomes an accusation!"
Qi Muen spoke, appreciating the painting.
"good!"
An Anhui nodded: "The water is cold in early spring, but these servants are still standing in the river brushing the spring horses, which shows the huge difference in status."
Zheng Qingfang glanced at them and saw that no one else spoke. It wasn't that they couldn't appreciate their artistic level, but they didn't dare to say anything.
This painting obviously depicts two worlds.
"Master Miao, what do you think?"
Zheng Qingfang looked at Miao Mu.
Miao Mu was silent. The main theme of this painting was that although they were all outings, happiness only belonged to the upper class. He could see it, but how dare he say it?
Those who can appear here are all high-class people. If you say it yourself, won't you offend them to death?
"ha!"
Seeing Miao Mu like this, Zheng Qingfang sneered in his heart.
"The world is so big, and there are indeed many people who are suffering. We are blessed by the emperor, and we must work hard to ensure that there are no hungry and withered bones on the roadside, and that everyone's home is full of food!"
Qi Muen spoke again: "On behalf of the eldest princess, I donate one million taels of silver to repair Tzu Chi and the school."
Tzu Chi is an orphanage.
Hearing this, the guests all looked gloomy. Zheng Qingfang, you old fool, turned out to be planning to steal everyone's money.
Qi Mu'en has already spoken. If you don't donate, won't you be in trouble?
"Qi Prince Consort really has a benevolent heart. One million taels can indeed do a lot of things. I will definitely urge my subordinates to supervise this matter so that all money can be spent wisely!"
After Li Zixing spoke righteously, he looked at Zheng Qingfang: "Prime Minister Zheng, the first famous painting is so wonderful. It's even better than the second one. Take it out quickly!"
"Yes, Prime Minister Zheng, take it out quickly!"
“This time you will definitely be able to feast your eyes!”
“I don’t know which famous artist’s work it is?”
The guests immediately started talking loudly, and they all selectively forgot about the donation.
Zheng Qing was almost furious. He didn't expect that Li Zixing would be so shameless and spend so much money. As long as he donated some money, these guests would have to donate generously.
"This person is so shameless!"
Papaya Mother looked at Li Zixing in astonishment, are you a member of the royal family? This Jinling Dawn can also be regarded as your people, right?
You don't even have to pay a dime?
Thinking of this, Papaya Girl stood up and said: "Grandpa Zheng, I will donate one hundred and seventy-six taels!"
Whoosh!
Everyone stared at me with unkind expressions. Who is this? You have to bring up a topic that has already been revealed in the past?
"Hey, little girl, why are there odd parts and even parts of the money you donated?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
"Because I only have so much money!"
Lu Zhiruo took it for granted, and then after noticing others staring at her, she couldn't help but shrink behind Ying Baiwu.
The iron-haired girl was not afraid, and subconsciously put her right hand on the handle of the knife. It was not until she found nothing that she remembered that she had been searched and all weapons taken away when she got on the cruise ship.
To be honest, if it weren't for the issue of stance, everyone present would be moved by Papaya Girl. She is really a kind and good girl.
"Since all my students have donated money, I, as a teacher, cannot lag behind. On behalf of Zhongzhou University, I will donate one million taels to support children in Jinling and surrounding villages."
After Sun Mo finished speaking, he looked at Cao Xian.
"Zhongzhou University really has a profound foundation. Although our Wandao College is not as good as it is, we still have to contribute and donate one million taels!"
At this moment, Cao Xian didn't feel distressed. After all, he still had a sense of honor as a famous teacher and principal. After seeing this famous painting, he was infected and wanted to do something for those poor children.
"I'm sorry!"
Li Zixing immediately stared at him. Are you donating? That's all my money, okay!
Zhongzhou Academy and Wandao Academy both spoke, and Governor Fang couldn't sit still. He also wanted to face shame, so he had no choice but to laugh and force himself.
"I am a poor man, so I can only scrape pots and sell iron to make up half a million taels!"
Fang Lun sighed, looking like he couldn't help.
This acting skill is really amazing.
“My feelings have changed for the better!”
Zheng Qingfang consoled him, but he was actually sneering in his heart. The tribute you receive from the merchants who sell salt and iron tea every year amounts to several million taels.
"I will donate one million taels!"
Li Zixing was helpless. Several top tycoons had already donated. If he persisted, he would really be losing face. When he opened his mouth, the guests could not escape and had to donate their money.
Zheng Qingfang smiled. After this banquet, with one thousand taels in hand, he can do a lot of things.
"Okay, the money has been donated, how about you quickly come up with the second famous painting?"
Qi Muen urged, but the guests no longer wanted to see it. Who could bear it if forced donations were forced again?