Sun Kehong and Qian Yuan were still confused, but He Liangjun knew the truth. He sighed, "Zijing, are you here to sell your words again?"

"Oh, it's Mr. Yuen Long." The young man bowed and raised the scroll in his hand, ""Huangzhou Cold Food Post", five hundred taels of silver, absolutely worth the money!"

Xiang Dushou rubbed his eyebrows vigorously, nodded to the butler on the side, took the letter and threw it aside, and introduced: "This is Ji's brother Xiang Yuanbian, whose courtesy name is Zijing."

"These two are..." Xiang Yuanbian raised his eyebrows, "Are you the Qian family?"

"Brother Ji!"

"I've asked about you, but I only know the Four Books and Five Classics." Xiang Yuanbian curled his lips, "A common man!"

"Why is it vulgar?" He Liangjun frowned and retorted: "As soon as the yellow list was released, his surname was spread all over the world, and his achievements were made, and his reputation was passed down to future generations."

"Hmph!" Xiang Yuanbian, who regarded fame and fortune as dirt, hummed disdainfully and turned away, saying, "Brother, don't forget to send someone to the money."

When he entered the door, he wanted to sell the word scrolls, or to his brother. After selling them, he complained a few times and turned around and left. It was simply unreasonable. Qian Yuan opened his mouth slightly and was at a loss, while Sun Kehong, who was wandering around, staring at the word scrolls on the table.

"Huangzhou Cold Food Post"?"

"Fake!"

"Fake."

He Liangjun and Xiang Dushou spoke in unison.

After looking at each other, He Liangjun smiled and said, "Every time Zijing buys fakes, he is depressed all day long. As Zichang is the eldest brother, he buys it at the original price to relieve his worries... It was like this five or six years ago."

Xiang Dushou smiled bitterly and bowed, "The Tianlai Pavilion built by Brother Ji is quite rich in collections. After a long time, it is inevitable that he will be unable to make ends meet. He laughs when he sees it."

Sun Kehong twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at He Liangjun. No wonder he asked me last night if he had enough money. Love is a money skeleton!

Qian Yuan, who had been silent, smiled and said, "The so-called "no habit" cannot be friends with people. Such a quirk like Brother Zijing is also an interesting thing to outsiders."

"You can't get along with someone without a habit?" Xiang Dushou stroked his long beard with his hand, "Why?"

"It's because it has no deep affection." Qian Yuan blurted out and thought that this sentence came from Zhang Dai in the late Ming Dynasty and was not born yet.

"A person cannot be friends with him without any habits, because he has no deep affection." He Liangjun praised: "Brother Yuan has a ravine in his chest."

Qian Yuan continued with a normal expression: "If Brother Zijing is so obsessed, it is also a good thing to spread. I will not hide it from Brother Xiang Shi, my obsession..."

"Haha, Brother Yuan likes to cook the most." Sun Kehong quickly stopped the conversation, "At the beginning of the year, Brother Yuan went to Hangzhou, and was single and in the filial piety period, so he had to cook by himself. Unexpectedly, he practiced his skills and returned to Huating to use this to attract his mother to show his beauty."

"This is filial piety." Xiang Dushou said seriously: "Who dares to despise this?"

Qian Yuan glanced at Sun Kehong. This guy really came to help today, and he had to repay him. "Brother Yunli's hobbies are much more elegant. He likes to make friends the most, and he likes to observe famous paintings that have passed down from generation to generation."

Xiang Dushou, who knew it, laughed, "Since I received the "Picture of the Female Historian", there are many guests every day, and I have to close my door to thank the guests a few days ago, but you are not outsiders."

They are not outsiders... Qian Yuan blinked and didn't say anything. It seemed that the other party was quite satisfied, and He Liangjun's face was already filled with joy.

Only Sun Kehong asked anxiously: "Song version? Tang version?"

"You also need to identify you." Xiang Dushou stood up and led the way. "The "Princess of the Female Master" is hidden in Tianlai Pavilion. Friends from Ji Di also came here today."

Stepping into a small building, passing the central hall, and entering the study room, it was silent. The three of them in front of him slowed down at the same time. Qian Yuan leaned out and looked at Xiang Yuanbian who had seen before, splashing ink at the table. A middle-aged man with a big figure stood aside, as if he was a little nervous.

After three incense sticks, Xiang Yuanbian stood up straight, looked at the molan picture on the table with satisfaction, and shouted: "Come on my seal!"

The middle-aged man became even more nervous. He Liangjun turned to look out the window, and Xiang Dushou smiled bitterly and lowered his head.

Then Qian Yuan inexplicably saw a book boy holding a box on the table with difficulty.

After opening it, Qian Yuan couldn't help but take a breath. The box was full of seals, long and short, round and square, large and small, dazzling. After a rough sweep, there were at least fifty or sixty.

After carefully choosing, Xiang Yuanbian chose a square seal and stamped it with the words "Yuan Bian".

After leaving Fang Zhang, Xiang Yuanbian reached out to touch him again. The middle-aged man grabbed his arm, "Zijing, this is a painting I asked for for my brother. Don't cover it, don't cover it."

"This is only one..."

"If you build four or five, Brother Shou Cheng won't stop you." Xiang Dushou snorted: "You have to build dozens of them, and there is no blank space left..."

"Yes." The middle-aged man quickly took out two pieces of silver and stuffed it to the book boy beside him, "I gave the hands-free money."

The book boy lowered his head awkwardly. He Liangjun couldn't help laughing a few times and explained to Qian Yuan in a low voice: "For Zijing's collection or handwritten calligraphy and paintings, there must be dozens of seals, so if someone asks for painting, he often uses money to ban the book boy from not stamping too many seals, which is hands-free money."

Sun Kehong blunt his mouth towards the wall, "Look."

Qian Yuan turned around and saw a picture of autumn chrysanthemum hanging on the wall. The pretty good painting was covered with dozens of seals, and some even were directly stamped on the drawings, including Molin Mountain Man, Molin's Seal, Molin's Seal, Molinsheng, Haolisheng, Chisong Immortal Historian, Yuanbian's Seal...

Count it carefully... Well, Qian Yuan counted until he was dazzled and didn't even count it clearly!

I remember that some netizens in my previous life said that Qianlong was a seal-stamped maniac, but in comparison, he was probably a witch.

Qian Yuan guessed right. Xiang Yuanbian was really a seal-stamping maniac. He basically never escaped his evil hands. The most precious ones, such as Chu Suiliang's "Lanting Preface", stamped ninety-eight seals on Huaisu's "Self-Portrait", stamped seventy-five seals on Huaisu's "Self-Portrait", and fifty-six seals on the "Lanting Preface" of the Dragon Version!

Qian Yuan was amazed here, and Xiang Yuanbian, who was stopped there, had another trouble, "Okay, okay, no more, but this is the sixteenth painting given out, so you must always mark it!"

"What marks are you doing?" Xiang Dushou's kind-hearted temper is about to jump. "You didn't spend money, why should you make a mark!"

The middle-aged man quickly put away the painting and handed it to the servant for framement. After finishing his work, he smiled and said, "Zi Chang, who are these three?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce it."

Listening to Xiang Dushou's introduction, Qian Yuan's eyes shone brightly. The middle-aged man was Wen Peng, the eldest son of Wen Zhengming, whose courtesy name was Shoucheng and whose nickname was Sanqiao. The Wen family and Xiang family were family friends. This time he came for the "Princess of the Female Historian", only half an hour earlier than Qian Yuan and the others.

Qian Yuan remembers that Wen Zhengming's descendants were also quite powerful, most of them were both outstanding in calligraphy and painting, and there was also a top scholar and great-grandson in the late Ming Dynasty.

Although Qian Yuan admires Wen's family very much... Well, he actually admires other people's calligraphy, Wen Peng knows that this slightly famous scholar Songjiang, but he doesn't look at him differently. Instead, he attaches great importance to Sun Kehong, who has become famous in the painting world in recent years.

After a wave of greetings, everyone walked out of the study room, climbed to the Mohua Pavilion on the second floor, turned over the marble screen, and finally entered a secret room, which is the so-called Tianlai Pavilion.

Even the Xiang family's relatives like He Liangjun came in for the first time. Even Qian Yuan and Sun Kehong were stunned to speak.

Bronze ware from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, jade ware from the Han Dynasty, calligraphy and Buddha statues from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, pictures of ladies and flowers and birds from the Tang and Song Dynasties, ink paintings from the Yuan Dynasty, blue and white porcelain, and then to Yongle lacquer ware from the current dynasty, incense burners from the Xuande Dynasty...

"Fisherman's Picture!" He Liangjun blurted out: "It is the "Fisherman's Picture" of Wuzhen, the four Yuan families!"

Sun Kehong walked forward a few steps and swallowed, "Huang Gongwang's "Secret Picture of Water Pavilion"!"

Wen Peng, who was more interested in calligraphy, carefully flipped through the book on the desk and shouted in surprise: "The King's "Zhan Jin's Post"!"

Wen Pengling was in place for a while, suddenly turned around and gritted his teeth and said, "Zijing, I will exchange Zhao Mengfu's "Quehua Autumn Scenery Picture" with you!"

"It's absolutely impossible!" Xiang Yuanbian said disdainfully: "Look at the price above."

Wen Peng looked carefully and saw that the words "Two Thousand Golds" were written on the side of the "Zhan Jin's Volume", and he was immediately furious.

"It's really a waste of resources!" Xiang Dushou said dissatisfied.

Qian Yuan went up and glanced at Xiang Yuanbian. It should be the price of this guy's acquisition. This is too weird!

Everyone walked slowly in, and various screams rang out in Qian Yuan's ears from time to time. Most of the names or works mentioned in the famous people were actually heard of by Qian Yuan.

Can you not be familiar with it?

Wang Xizhi, Chu Suiliang, Huaisu, Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, Gu Kaizhi, Li Gonglin, Song Huizong, Zhao Mengjian, Zhao Mengfu, Huang Gongwang, Wen Zhengming, Qiu Ying, Shen Zhou are all famous figures in history!

What does this mean?

This shows that the collections in this Tianlai Pavilion are basically treasures that are not allowed to go abroad in later generations.

After walking for a few steps, Qian Yuan suddenly found that the painting hanging not far away looked familiar. He walked closer and looked closely and saw that this was the "Five Ox Picture" among the top ten famous paintings that later generations mentioned.

Sun Kehong leaned closer and took a few glances. He was not very interested in similar subjects. He smiled and pointed to the center of the painting and said, "Here, this is the mark."

This is the word "this".

Qian Yuan grinned, Xiang Yuanbian used the words in the Thousand Characters text to make a mark for calculations. Such a collector is unheard of!

Everyone walked around and remembered the purpose of "The Admonitions of the Female Historian".

Qian Yuan was squeezed outside and could only look inward on tiptoe.

After careful consideration, Wen Peng concluded that this was a copy of the Tang Dynasty.

He Liangjun sighed: "Women are about three inches long, and they all have vitality, just like those who want to walk, this spirit without losing their nature."
Chapter completed!