The author's name when signing a painting usually does not use his real name, but his Zhaixuan number, alias or official name.
Fortunately, the Mother of Dragons is not from China, otherwise with her title, there would be no need to draw, the whole paper would be full of long lines.
This painting is signed by Huang Shang.
Because the current Huang Shang does not have any Zhaixuan title, alias, or official name, it is okay to use his real name.
This is exactly what he wants. Huang Shang cannot use other names, otherwise the reincarnations will not be able to understand him. All his hard work will be wasted.
Now he accepted the compliments from the little nuns and turned around to leave.
As soon as the woman's footsteps moved, she wanted to follow, but after thinking about it, she watched Huang Shang's back disappear, and then asked: "Does this young master often come to Daxiangguo Temple?"
The little nun replied: "Yes, he is a good man."
The woman raised her eyes slightly, pointed at the painting and said, "How can I sell this painting?"
The little nun rolled her eyes, and just as she was about to kill her, the woman had already withdrawn the money: "I'll give you fifty coins!"
The little nun was stunned for a moment.
Previously, Huang Shang, Liu Yi, and Chen Sheng went to a restaurant to eat hot pot. Although the quality was not high, it only cost a few dozen dollars.
And the usual amount of money is seven hundred and seventy dollars. If you have a millionaire, you are a rich man.
Nowadays, when a woman buys a little-known painting, she pays 50 yuan, which is equivalent to what ordinary people spend several years.
"When you buy the first noodles, you still bargain with me. Why?"
The little nun felt a lemon in her heart, but she quickly handed the painting to the woman: "Deal!"
The painting was sold at such a high price. Not only did Huang Shang make a profit, they could also get a few pieces of money from the consignment. How could they hesitate in this kind of transaction?
The woman bargained and enjoyed the process of buying something, but at this time she had other ideas in her mind and made a prompt decision to buy it at a high price.
After taking the painting, he turned around and left without even caring about his appearance.
However, she had just walked out of the Daxiangguo Temple and frowned slightly, feeling that someone was peeking behind her.
That kind of peeping is very low-level, and he is definitely not a reincarnator, nor is he a tyrannical character in the plot.
The woman rolled her eyes, slowed down her pace, and walked towards a sparsely populated alley.
"Little lady, walk slowly!"
Sure enough, footsteps were heard from behind soon, and someone chased after him.
When the woman turned around to look, the man suddenly showed a look of surprise and bowed his hands: "My name is Chen Sheng. My name is Ziyu. I am from Tokyo. You are so polite to me!"
He is tall, with a straight nose and straight eyebrows. If his eyes were not bloodshot and he seemed to have had a bad sleep, he is indeed an outstanding person.
Chen Sheng also emphasized his Beijing household registration without leaving any trace. Chen Sheng thought this self-introduction was very high-level.
But the woman found it a bit harsh because the title sounded like teasing.
In fact, "little lady" was a very serious title in the Song Dynasty.
On the contrary, the girl and the young lady are at fault.
"Girl" is basically a literal term for calling aunt, and only people in the world use it to address young women.
Miss is a term for prostitutes, and it was not until the Yuan Dynasty that it became a term for young women.
Interestingly, a thousand years later, the meaning of this word has returned to its original meaning.
Chen Sheng's words were undoubtedly fine, but the woman was not used to hearing them: "You have been following me, what do you want to do?"
Chen Sheng quickly clarified: "Don't get me wrong, little lady, I have absolutely no ill intentions."
The woman said: "I don't like beating around the bush, I just say what I have to say."
Chen Sheng's eyes became wandering, and finally he couldn't help but said: "Have you bought a painting, young lady? Can you let me have a look at it?"
The woman asked: "Why?"
Chen Sheng rolled his eyes and organized his words.
Not wanting to waste time, the woman asked again: "Do you know the author of this painting, Huang Shang?"
Chen Sheng's expression changed.
The woman said: "Tell me about Huang Shang, I'm very interested!"
Chen Sheng looked at the hope shining in the eyes of the beautiful young lady in front of him, and when he thought of Huang Shang living in the shabby room, he felt a surge of anger in his heart.
His ancestors were originally people in the world of martial arts, who made a lot of money in their career, but later retired and became rich in Tokyo.
Although his family was extremely wealthy, he was not tolerated by the scholar-bureaucrats. Therefore, Chen Sheng studied hard since he was a child in order to become a Jinshi and gain fame.
But now, a poor man who makes a living by copying books for himself has not only become famous in Tokyo because of four sentences, he has also become a disciple of the great scholar Zhang Zai, and his chances of being named on the gold medal list are far greater than his own.
Every time Chen Sheng thought of Huang Shang's humility in the past when he brought freshly ink-stained books to him in exchange for money, and then compared it with now, a sense of injustice filled his chest, causing him to suffer from insomnia all day long.
This hurdle cannot be overcome.
What's more, there is that noble man's attention...
He wants Huang Shang to suffer!
Now is your chance!
Chen Sheng took a deep breath and began to describe Huang Shang.
The emphasis on poverty and desolation, coupled with hints, both inside and outside the words, create an appearance of a person who is deep-minded and good at exploiting.
However, the woman ignored those instructive words and kept asking questions. She learned that Huang Shang was a disciple of Zhang Zai and was preparing to take part in the imperial examination.
"That Huang Shang is right, there are still conflicts..."
"Very good! Very good!"
The woman pursed her lips and smiled, her eyebrows suddenly brightened, and she suddenly said: "Are you jealous of him?"
Chen Sheng was startled, ashamed and angry, and almost jumped: "Young lady, you misunderstood me..."
But the woman stopped him from talking anymore: "If you want this painting, don't you just want to pour dirty water on Huang Shang? For example, having an affair with a nun? What I hate the most are villains like you!"
As she spoke, the woman raised a finger, and an ice flower suddenly appeared on her fingertip: "I'll teach you a lesson!"
On a hot summer day, the cold wind blew, and the ice flower swirled and sank into Chen Sheng's body.
Chen Sheng's eyes were wide-eyed and his teeth were chattering, as if he were standing naked in the freezing cold for nineteen days, and his whole body was frozen.
This is indeed just a lesson. It will keep him in bed for a month and relieve him of many unnecessary thoughts.
The woman did it casually, turning around and leaving without looking at the ugly Confucian scholar.
But after a while.
There was the sound of falling water in the alley, and then there were screams.
"It's dead! It's dead!"
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The woman returned to the most luxurious main store in Kaifeng Mansion, nodded slightly to the waiters who came up to her with flattering expressions, and went up to the third floor.
When he opened the door, he saw the male reincarnator who had previously called Bao Zheng daddy. He was carrying Qi and blood, working hard to train the internal organs, and reached the innate state.
There is no so-called nature and nurture in [Dragon and Eight Parts], and there is no unified setting for the main temple. This is what the male reincarnation pursues after acquiring the early inheritance of the [Yangshen] world, the Bull Demon Powerful Fist, and the Tiger Demon practicing Bone Fist.
realm.
Seeing the woman coming back early, the man immediately stopped fighting: "Sister, have you gained something? Is there any master in the palace who can stop us from getting Zhao Kuangyin's Coiling Dragon Stick?"
“There is plenty of time for the main mission, so don’t rush it!”
The woman shook her head and smiled: "I triggered the hidden figure, the opportunity has come!"