"Young Master, Young Master." A small voice called from behind Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen couldn't help but turn around and looked behind him.
Although he is dressed like a scholar, the word "gongzi" should not be used to refer to him.
Behind him, two men of very different heights came over. The man walking in front was holding an unknown object over three feet long in his arms, wrapped tightly in a piece of black cloth.
While chasing Xiao Chen, he kept shouting "Young Master, Young Master".
"Are you calling me?" Xiao Chen stood still, pointed at the tip of his nose, and asked in surprise.
"Yes, yes, I am calling you, sir." The short man arrived in front of Xiao Chen in a few steps, as if he had been chasing for a long distance, and his breathing was very rapid.
"Do we know each other? Or do you know me?" Xiao Chen looked at the two of them carefully.
This short man is round and round, and his eyes are surprisingly small. Judging from his appearance, he is not a loyal and honest person.
The tall man who followed him was tall and thick, with one sleeve rolled up on his arm. His face was full of flesh, and he looked fierce.
"We don't know each other, but judging from the look of the young master, he should be very interested in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I have a good thing here, the young master should like it very much." The short man patted the cloth in his arms in fear.
Bao said very mysteriously.
"Just by looking at my back, you know that I like music, chess, calligraphy and painting? You are really a talent." Xiao Chen laughed and pointed at the cloth bag in the other person's arms with the paper fan in his hand: "What is inside?
, are you so mysterious?"
"Good stuff." The short man leaned forward slightly and tore open the tightly wrapped piece of cloth a little.
Under the piece of cloth, several strings were exposed.
"Guqin?" Xiao Chen was slightly startled and then said.
"Young master, you have good eyesight. This is an old guqin. It is made with fine workmanship. Although the paint on the surface has fallen a little, it shows its age. This kind of thing is rare." Xiao Chen only asked Xiao Chen.
After taking a look, the short young man hurriedly covered the strings. He was afraid that Xiao Chen would steal his guqin.
Xiao Chen shook his head: "It's just a guqin. You're so secretive. I haven't even seen it clearly. How can I decide whether I want it or not? Take this piece of cloth away and I'll take a closer look."
The moment the other party opened the piece of cloth, Xiao Chen captured the general appearance of the guqin inside.
The dark red paint is much lighter on the left side.
The first time he saw this guqin, Xiao Chen couldn't help but think of the second son of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Xiaoke, who had extremely profound knowledge of the guqin in Yizhou City, but was trapped in love and spent his whole life decadent.
As for Ouyang Xiaoke's guqin, I carefully looked at it in the inn. It was very similar to the guqin in front of me.
Generally speaking, the two sides of the guqin's handrests will lose some color over time.
But Ouyang Xiaoke's guqin was different. He often cried while playing the guqin and thinking about others. In the middle of his guqin, tears had eroded it for a long time, and there were obvious traces of tears on the surface of the guqin.
If this guqin really belongs to Ouyang Xiaoke, has he already arrived in Baoding City? Could he have entered the auditorium?
If this is really the case, wouldn't it be possible to find out more about the information in the academy by finding him?
"There are so many people here and this guqin is such a good thing. How dare you put it completely on the street?" The short man smiled mysteriously and looked around.
"Oh, are you afraid that someone will rob your Guqin?" Xiao Chen couldn't help but laugh.
If you want to sell it at a good price, you don't need such a performance, right? The streets here are full of people, and the government patrols will come at any time. How good is this piano? Is it worth the risk for others?
"Robbery shouldn't be possible, but as the old saying goes, wealth should not be leaked. There is also a saying that a gentleman is not guilty of carrying a jade. I just want to sell it for a good price, and don't want to get into trouble because of it." The man said quietly.
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"Oh, that's it. Then you continue selling slowly, and I won't disturb you anymore." As he said that, Xiao Chen held the paper fan in his right hand, gently tapped his left palm, and walked forward slowly.
Seeing Xiao Chen turn and leave, the tall man lost his composure and nudged the short man with his elbow: "If he wants to see it, show him. If you can lure him away from this main street,
So what if he just holds the guqin in his hand?"
"I just wanted to control it, but I didn't expect that I went too far." The short man replied awkwardly, and then hurriedly chased after Xiao Chen, "Sir, wait, wait."
Hearing the voice behind him, Xiao Chen stopped again, turned around, and looked at the short fat man who was chasing him.
"This guqin is really a good thing. If you miss this village, you won't have this shop." The short fat man panted.
Staring at each other, Xiao Chen couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that you think I will buy your things? Or do you have to sell them to me now?"
The short man raised his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and scanned the street with his eyes: "Although Baoding City is prosperous, most of them are either farmers or military lords from Daning Dusi.
, how difficult it is to find a scholar like Mr.
Hearing the other party say that he was a scholar, and one that was hard to find, a bright smile appeared on Xiao Chen's face, and his eyes turned into two crescent moons: "That's right, that's right."
Seeing Xiao Chen doing what he did, the short man hurriedly said: "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are specially made for you scholars. No matter how good a guqin is, if you give it to someone who doesn't like guqin, I'm afraid that it will
Neither of them want it. Judging from the gentleman's temperament, he should be a man who has read poetry and books. Only you can sell the guqin at a good price."
"As long as the stuff is good, money won't be a problem if it gets into my eyes. If you don't even let me see it, I have no interest in disturbing you selling pianos any more." With that, Xiao Chen turned around and left again.
Listening to Xiao Chen's words, the short man was already laughing in his heart.
And the tall man who had never spoken a word had his eyes glowing green with excitement.
The Lord who is not short of money finally met a big fat sheep today.
"Take a look, how can I not let you see it?" The short man chased after him and opened up the gray cloth wrapping the guqin.
The three-foot-long guqin lay quietly in the man's arms.
Xiao Chen didn't know anything about the guqin. He looked at the middle of the guqin, searching for the tear marks on it.
"Other people's guqin is faded on both sides, but your guqin seems to have some faded white spots in the middle?" Xiao Chen shook his head and pointed to the man's arms.
Although the short man lifted up the gray cloth wrapping the guqin, he lifted up the head of the guqin, and only a small part of the middle part of the guqin was exposed.
Although Xiao Chen saw a few white spots, he was not sure that they were tear stains. Only if the man opened it a little more could he see more clearly.
"Young Master, you are joking, there are some white spots in the middle." The short man muttered, wrapped the head of the piano, and lifted the gray cloth on the body of the piano a little.
This time, Xiao Chen clearly saw that the positions of the white dots were almost exactly the same as the positions of Ouyang Xiaoke's guqin.
There are many similar guqins in the world, but the positions of the tear stains are almost exactly the same. That can only mean one thing, this is Ouyang Xiaoke's guqin.
When he left Yizhou, he specifically ordered Duan Tianming to leave some of the Ouyang family's shops for Ouyang Xiaoke.
With those few shops, Ouyang Xiaoke should not be reduced to selling guqin.
Besides, this guqin is his life. Even if he dies, he will not transfer the guqin to anyone else.
Now, when I saw the guqin but not Ouyang Xiaoke, there was only one explanation: this group of people robbed Ouyang Xiaoke and took away the guqin which was more precious than his life.
So the two people in front of them did not want to sell the guqin to themselves, but they were interested in their status as scholars and wanted to use the guqin to lure them away from the main street, and then loot all their belongings.
"Can I take a closer look at this piano?" Xiao Chen asked with a smile.
"There are a lot of people here, let's go to the front to find a quieter place, and the young master can enjoy it slowly." The short man's eyes narrowed to a slit.
"Okay." Xiao Chen kept staring at the guqin, as if he was completely attracted, he responded.
