Chapter 505: The Meaning of Famous Paintings

There are still very few famous paintings in Kyushu. After all, it is not like modern times. Some people hype it up, and garbage can also turn you into rare treasures.

In Kyushu, there is no painting with a wonderful brush and a flower, and it is not qualified to be called a famous painting, so the number of famous paintings has always been very small.

If it is not for the lack of money of collectors, or for some other reasons, famous paintings are rarely seen in the market. After all, Kyushu does not lack rich people, but famous paintings with special effects.

Generally speaking, when a famous painting is born in three or four months, it is already very fast. What did you say, Zheng Qingfang? Got three famous paintings at once?

If it wasn't for knowing Zheng Qingfang's character, all the guests present began to wonder if the old man was playing tricks of stealing.

"What are you waiting for? Come on!"

Li Zixing urged.

Gu Xiuxun stood on the periphery and watched all this. Even if she wanted to help Sun Mo, she was helpless. After all, the two sides in this kind of wrestling already belonged to the top dignitaries in Jinling.

Soon, three tall men walked in, each holding a rectangular wooden box.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Lun, the prefect of Jinling, was stunned for a moment, and then reacted. Zheng Qingfang was afraid that the famous painting would be lost, so he was suddenly unhappy: "Zheng Xiang, how can such a famous painting be tainted by such a rude person?"

Hearing this, Sun Mo frowned, and his impression of the prefect dropped sharply.

The prefect of Jinling was a high-ranking and powerful man. After all, he was not only a civil official, but also commanded some soldiers and horses, but he looked down on the soldiers.

But this is also the normal state of the Tang state, and the civilian officials look down on the military officials.

Zheng Qingfang knew Fang Lun's temperament, so naturally he would not argue with him over this trivial matter, but someone spoke up not far away.

"Famous paintings don't pick people, but people who appreciate paintings are picking people. Haha, it's really funny!"

Fang Lun's face changed, and he turned his head sharply: "Who is making a noise?"

The guests who stayed in the area where Fang Lun was watching immediately turned away with fearful faces, fearing that they would be targeted, and then Fang Wuji, who was sitting in the corner drinking boringly, revealed.

"Wuji, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Cao Xian was stunned,

Followed by scolding: "Why don't you hurry up and make amends to the prefect?"

"It's him who should apologize!"

Fang Wuji was drunk and hazy because his proposal to Tong Tong was rejected in public. After he came back, he began to feel decadent and inferior.

In the past, Yi Fang Wuji's emotional intelligence would not say such things, but now, he doesn't care anymore, and he begins to give up on himself. Anyway, this life is going to be boring, and if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed.

"Prefect, he's drunk!"

Cao Xian sighed secretly, he knew that Fang Wuji could not be persuaded, so he could only make amends for him.

"Old Fang, appreciate the paintings! Enjoy the paintings! Don't let this kind of person spoil your elegance!"

Li Zixing persuaded.

He is the behind-the-scenes helm of Wan Dao Academy, and he still values ​​Fang Wuji very much, but this kid, it's time to beat him.

"He's dead!"

An Xinhui sighed.

"Your competitor's top card is obsolete, you should be happy, right?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"Even if I want to win, I will use dignified means."

An Xinhui explained: "Fang Wuji is a good teacher, it's a pity!"

To be honest, the three big men did not feel that they were humiliated. After all, there was no such thing as human rights in this dynasty.

"Okay, let's enjoy the painting!"

Zheng Qingfang took Fang Lun a hand. He also cherished talents and didn't want Fang Wuji to be cleaned up: "The first picture, "Outing in Early Spring".

When the picture scroll was unfolded, it was a beautiful spring day when the spring rain stopped at the beginning of the day, and the colorful clouds shone all over the place.

This is the charm of a famous painting, you can't move it away just by looking at it.

No one talked or commented, because they were all immersed in this childlike atmosphere.

Ten miles long pavilion, Swift returns to the north!

The stream was gurgling, with a few swimming fish playing, and the wind blew across the willow trees on both sides, cutting off a touch of tender buds.

Not far away, a girl with a kite was standing on tiptoe, looking towards the avenue.

Looking over the girl's line of sight, you can see at the end of the path, there is a son of Zhuo Shijia, holding a fan in his left hand, and he believes in the reins.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Li Zixing slapped his thigh violently, and then applauded vigorously. He also saw the look of treasures on his face.

This painting instantly brought him back to his childhood, reminding him of the time he spent on a spring outing with his playmates.

"I also put paper kites like this when I was a child!"

"The head girl, the yellow mouth child, it's so happy!"

"Woooooo!"

The guests talked a lot and felt a lot of emotion. There were even a few emotional ladies who cried and cherished the lost youth.

Zheng Qingfang looked at these people, sneered, and then said: "Everyone, take a closer look, this famous painting is not just a simple outing picture!"

Zheng Qingfang is a big boss. No one dares to disobey his proposal, so he looked at the painting again, and then discovered the details.

On the grass in the distance, a dozen or so teenage servants dragged paper kites and ran around. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and their faces were full of exhaustion, but no one dared to stop, because a The gorgeously dressed girl yelled at them.

On the right side of the picture scroll, there is a long pavilion with a sumptuous banquet. Several rich children in rich clothes are sipping tea and chatting while looking at the paper kites in the sky.

Outside the pavilion, on the side of the road, stood a girl singing with a red tooth board. The straw sandals under her feet were covered with dew and mud.

She wanted to get close to earn a few pennies as a reward, but she was worried that Yaxing, who disturbed the nobles, would be beaten.

The guests stopped talking, all peeking at Zheng Qingfang's expression.

Sure enough, this prime minister, even if he is an official, still cares about the people of Limin.

"The idea of ​​this painting is really wonderful. At first glance, it seems that the children of rich families are out in the early spring. It is childish and cheerful, but when you look at the edges of the four corners, the tone of the whole famous painting has changed greatly, and it has become a kind of accusation!"

Qi Muen spoke up, appreciating the painting.

"good!"

An Xinhui nodded: "The water was cold in the early spring, but these little servants were still standing in the river and brushing the spring horses, which shows the difference in identities."

Zheng Qingfang glanced at it, and the others didn't speak. It wasn't because they couldn't appreciate their artistic level, but they didn't dare to say it.

This painting is clearly depicting two worlds.

"Master Miao, what do you think?"

Zheng Qingfang looked at Miao Mu.

Miao Mu was silent. The main idea of ​​this painting was that although all of them were outings, happiness only belonged to the upper class. He could see it, but how dare he say it?

The people who can appear here are all high-class people. If you say it yourself, wouldn’t you want to offend them and kill them?

"what!"

Seeing Miao Mu like this, Zheng Qingfang sneered in his heart.

"This world is big, and there are indeed many people who suffer. I have the grace of the emperor. I must work hard so that there is no starvation on the roadside, and everyone's granary is full!"

Qi Muen spoke again: "On behalf of the eldest princess, I donated one million taels of silver to repair the Tzu Chi Institute and the school."

Tzu Chi is an orphanage.

Hearing this, the guests all turned gloomy. Zheng Qingfang, you are an immortal. It turned out that you were planning to cheat everyone's money.

Qi Muen has spoken, if you don't donate, won't you eat and hang?

"Concubine Qi really has a benevolent heart. One million taels can indeed do a lot of things. I will definitely urge the servants to supervise this matter and let all the money be spent on the edge of the knife!"

After Li Zixing said righteously, he looked at Zheng Qingfang: "Zheng Xiang, the first famous painting is so wonderful, and it looks better than the second one, so take it out quickly!"

"Yes, Zheng Xiang, take it out!"

"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 began to discuss, and they were very loud, and they all selectively forgot about the donation.

Zheng Qingqi was a little pissed off. He did not expect that Li Zixing would be so shameless and unscrupulous. As long as he donated some money, these guests would have to give generously.

"This man is so shameless!"

Papaya Mother looked at Li Zixing in amazement, are you a royal family member? The dawn of Jinling is also considered to be your people, right?

You don't even pay a dime?

Thinking of this, Papaya Mother stood up: "Grandpa Zheng, I will donate one hundred and seventy-six taels of money!"

Swish!

Everyone's eyes stared at them, and they looked bad. Who is this? It's a topic that has already been revealed, but should it be brought up again?

"Hey, little girl, why is the money you donated half and half?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

"Because I only have so much money!"

Lu Zhi took it for granted, and after noticing the gazes of others staring at her, she couldn't help shrinking behind Ying Baiwu.

The iron-headed girl was not afraid, and subconsciously put her right hand on the handle of the knife, until she felt empty, and then she remembered that when she was on the boat, she was searched and her weapons were taken away.

To be honest, if it wasn't a matter of position, everyone present would have been moved by Papaya Mother, who is really a kind and good girl.

"Since all my students have donated money, then I, as a teacher, can't be left behind. On behalf of Zhongzhou University, I donated one million taels to help children in Jinling and surrounding villages."

After Sun Mo finished speaking, he looked at Cao Xian.

"Zhongzhou University really has a deep foundation. Although my Wandao Academy is not as good as it is, I have to make a contribution and donate one million taels!"

At this moment, Cao Xian did not feel distressed. After all, he still had the honor of being a famous teacher and a 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. Do you donate? That's all my money, okay?

Both Zhongzhou Academy and Wandao Academy had spoken, and Taishou Fang couldn't sit still. He was also embarrassed.

"I'm a poor man, and I can only sell iron by smashing the pot, and make up 500,000 taels!"

Fang Lun sighed with a helpless expression.

This acting is absolutely incredible.

"I feel better!"

Zheng Qingfang comforted, but actually sneered in his heart, the filial piety you receive every year from those merchants who manage salt and iron tea is several million taels.

"I donate one million taels!"

Li Zixing is helpless. Several top giants have donated. If he insists, he will really lose face. When he opens his mouth, the guests can't hide, so they can only pay.

Zheng Qingfang smiled. After this banquet, with a thousand taels in hand, he can do a lot of things.

"Okay, the money is also donated, and quickly take out the second famous painting?"

Qi Muen urged, but the guests didn't want to see it anymore. If this is forced to donate again, who can stand it?