Chapter 230 Scallion pancake, soy milk and yam porridge (5)

Xunzhou was startled by this young master who made a sound inexplicably. He felt that he was just like a peacock, a bird that Yu Jijiu once mentioned as a tribute from Silla.

"The colorful feathers were displayed in front of the young lady.

She didn't want to be verbose with him, but just asked the two people in front of her to leave quickly. Therefore, Xunzhou still didn't raise his head, only lowered his head and hesitantly said "yes".

Although he didn't raise his head, he wasn't a close friend. He was just a roadside vendor "selling paintings" at the moment. There was no friendship at all between the two of them, so there was nothing wrong with bowing his head in response.

But Xunzhou still muttered about the "peacock" on display. He only heard the young master snort coldly, and suddenly began to criticize: "This painting of red maples at sunset is written by an ordinary person. How could it be possible?"

Painted by a poor scholar? How dare you pretend to be the work of a famous artist?"

Xunzhou, a poor scholar: "..." I really don't know whether he is praising him for his good painting skills or scolding him for being poor.

Probably because of the compliments and scoldings, the poor scholar Xunzhou felt calm. He wanted to raise his head to speak, but when he thought that there was an acquaintance next to him, he lowered his head halfway and said, "I'm from a poor family."

Before I fell, I learned painting techniques from famous teachers for several years!"

To be fair, there was nothing wrong with Xunzhou's answer from beginning to end, but the young man was showing off his talents and wanted to suppress others to show off his talents, so that even if there was nothing wrong with him, he could still find faults.

Xunzhou's behavior of hanging his head all the time became a serious problem at this moment.

"Why are you sneaking around with your head down? The sage once said to others, if you don't look directly, there must be something wrong in your heart!" The young master shouted, "Why don't you raise your head?"

Xunzhou: "..." He is familiar with poetry and books. Which ghost saint said such a thing? This "peacock" has the ability to ask this saint to come out and confront him! Is there any law in Da Rong that stipulates that people cannot lower their heads and speak?

Already?

Normally, he, Xunzhou, would have argued with him for three days and three nights, making this "peacock with its tail open" jump in anger and feel ashamed.

But now, he is a poor scholar! Xunzhou took a deep breath, and after reciting "poor scholar" silently several times, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "I'm just setting up a stall to sell paintings. If you don't buy them, don't mess around."

look!"

"Who says I won't buy it?" But the "peacock with its tail open" was unyielding, holding on to the painting and shouting, "I'll wrap up all the paintings on your stall, no matter how much money they are worth!"

Xunzhou: "..." After all, he underestimated this kind of peacock. If he was really a "poor scholar", he would probably laugh like crazy when he met such a wealthy man. But for now, he hoped that this "peacock" would lead him away quickly.

Just follow that lady!

Before he could speak, the peacock threw out a small piece of silver from his purse and shouted: "For one tael of silver, I can buy all the paintings in your painting stall..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "puff" sound from the side. The young lady who had not spoken since just now couldn't hold back and laughed.

When the "peacock" heard the beautiful lady beside him laughing, he immediately threw the "poor scholar" aside, turned around and asked the young lady: "Miss Huang San, what's wrong? Why are you laughing?"

The pretty lady on the side pursed her lips, suppressed her smile, coughed dryly, and said: "That's all, this poor scholar's paintings are not good and worthless, so let's put them down and look elsewhere!"

He fanned his lips and nose, glanced at the smoke-filled Huren mutton stall opposite, and said, "That's weird!"

This young lady's words were really worth the words of countless saints. "Peacock" immediately put down what he was saying and said, "I think so. How can this poor scholar's paintings be worth a tael of silver?"

While he was talking, he didn't forget to take back the piece of silver he threw out just now!

Seeing this "peacock's" behavior, Xunzhou breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time couldn't help but sigh: He's really stingy!

Just when I was lucky to have escaped an acquaintance, I heard the young lady who had not left say, "Yes! How can you buy this painting with one tael of silver?"

Xunzhou, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was immediately startled when he heard this. He instinctively raised his head, and when he raised his head, he met the eyes of the pretty lady who was looking at her with pursed lips and a smile.

However, this glance only lasted for a moment and she immediately withdrew it. The young lady turned around and never looked at Xunzhou again, as if she didn't recognize him.

This sentence shocked Xunzhou, but to the ears of the "peacock", it obviously meant something else.

"Miss Huang San is right, how can this poor scholar's paintings be worth a tael of silver?" "Peacock" said, "Let's go!"

The pretty Miss Huang San didn't say anything else, she just said "Hmm" and followed the "Peacock" away!

Xunzhou, who had escaped the disaster, breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and looked at the direction in which the two people were leaving, but he couldn't help but curled his lips: This Miss Huang San has a "notorious reputation", although she didn't seem to be doing anything at first.

There are merits, but at the moment it seems that at least one thing is good!

That means he has really good taste! How can his paintings be bought for just one tael of silver?

…

Although Lin Fei, who had a panoramic view of this scene, was not present, he could tell a lot about their conversation by looking at their mouth patterns.

After withdrawing his clairvoyance, Lin Fei turned to Liu Yuandao, who came over: "Master Wen, Brother Xun's paintings are not considered famous in the market. In terms of painting skills, he can be regarded as a first-class painter. One tael of silver really can't buy him."

A painting!"

Liu Yuan didn't understand painting, so he responded, but his attention was focused on the pretty young lady who left with the husband of the Yang family: "Lin Shaoqing, whose young lady is that?"

Also, the way Mr. Xun was hanging his head just now, Liu Yuanqi, who was familiar with Xunzhou, said: "How come Mr. Xun reacts like this... as if he knows him?"

Mr. Xun always follows Yu Jijiu, Wang He and his group of people every day. All they see when going out are such celebrities. He comes to see Master Wen every day, which makes them sigh that Wang He is very relaxed. At present, it seems

, he was able to go and get to know the beautiful ladies in the capital, which shows that there is really too little homework assigned to him!

"I was very busy when I was studying. How could I have so much free time?" Liu Yuan sighed. "The imperial examination is like a single-plank bridge for tens of millions of people. It is not an easy task. The teachers usually assign a mountain of homework!"

After hearing this emotion, Lin Fei shook his head and said: "You are wrong to blame him. He did not go to meet this lady by himself!"

Oh? If we don’t know each other like this, how can we know each other? Liu Yuan didn’t understand.

Lin Fei glanced at him and said: "The lady's surname is Huang, she is the third in the family, and her father found an official position as a servant in the court!"

Huang...Huang Shizhong? Liu Yuan was shocked. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air: "No wonder the mother and son of the Yang family are so sure that they can be accepted by the father-in-law!"
Chapter completed!