Sure enough, after admiring for a moment, Mr. Zhou shook his head and said, "Wang Guan, things are too expensive, I can't accept them."

"You don't want it, I want it."

At the same time, Mr. Chang reached out and took the blue and white water bowl over, his palm was completely close to the surface of the water bowl, and carefully felt the blue and white patterns on it. After gently touching it, he immediately nodded and said, "That's right, it's Su Maliqing. Although it's a bit incomplete, it's also a very good thing to repair it."

"Fortunately, I just drilled holes in the blank space, and there was no damage to the pattern." Old Chang was a little grateful to his tone, and then looked up and said, "I want the stuff, young man, please offer a price."

"Old Chang, this is a gift to Mr. Zhou." Wang Guan smiled and said, "Not selling!"

"You won't sell it." Old Chang said angrily: "You won't sell the cage, and you won't sell the water bowl. You will be determined to be unable to get along with me, right?"

"Old Chang, I don't mean that."

Wang Guan quickly shook his head, then chuckled with a bit of cunning look, "Since you and Mr. Zhou are good friends, I have given him this thing, you can ask him to give it to you again."

"Let him send me?"

Mr. Chang hesitated for a while and said angrily: "I can't. I know his temperament, he is even more stubborn than me. It's harder to ask him to take your stuff and transfer it to me."

"What are you talking about?" Mr. Zhou was a little amused and crying: "Just just scold yourself, why do you have to get involved with me?"

"Isn't it?"

Mr. Chang asked back and said, "Besides, a few young people must have something to ask for help, or thank you for helping them, so they gave you these more expensive gifts. It was not that you would steal or rob, or that there was anything to refuse. The good things delivered to the door were actually pushed out. It was no longer stubborn, but that they would not be transformed in the past."

Wang Guan and others heard the sound and nodded slightly, feeling that Mr. Chang was right.

"Brother Chang, if you don't understand the specific situation, don't talk nonsense." Mr. Zhou shook his head and said, "I'm just helping with a postscript, it's not a big deal. On the contrary, it's my honor, how can I accept gifts?"

"Inscription on the inscription, what postscript?" Mr. Chang asked in surprise.

"Old Zhou, the things have been framed, you can take a look first..." Wang Guan quickly took out the scroll, preparing to divert Mr. Zhou's attention so that he would not be entangled with this blue and white water bowl.

Yu Feibai also quickly started to speak and kept praising: "Old Zhou, Brother Xiao's craftsmanship is really nothing to say, the things are framed very beautifully."

"No matter where, it's just the average level, you're over the award." Xiao Shan was naturally very modest. In this way, he pulled Mr. Zhou to another desk with one sentence.

At this time, Wang Guan untied the tie of the scroll and gently spread the scroll.

"What is it... calligraphy!" At the same time, Mr. Chang also came over, looked down and said in surprise: "The level is good... not right, good words..."

In an instant, Mr. Chang's expression gradually became serious, and even felt a little intoxicated.

To be honest, this is a very delicate state. Ordinary people may simply think it is good when they appreciate a good calligraphy work. As for the good things, they probably can't say what's good.

However, people who truly have high appreciation ability naturally understand why a good calligraphy work is so exquisite. Moreover, when you pay attention to these exquisite details, you are often more likely to be immersed in it than ordinary people.

"Brother Chang, how about it?"

At this time, Mr. Zhou asked with a smile: "Can you tell who it is?"

"It's definitely not you."

Mr. Chang slowly woke up, replied casually, then took out a magnifying glass, and observed carefully: "It seems to be newly framed, but judging from the color of the paper, it should be an antique."

"Nonsense, it must be an antique." Old Zhou smiled and said, "But when it is ancient, there should always be a conclusion."

Mr. Chang ignored Mr. Zhou and continued to study: "Wang Xizhi's post of Kuaixue Shiqing, Xie Sheng post, Yueban post, and Wang Xianzhi's post of Goose Cluster and Duck Head Ball post... Hey, there are seals!"

After discovering a faint seal, Mr. Chang immediately became energetic and pointed the magnifying glass at the seal and took a photo...

"Duke of Lu in Xinghua?"

Old Chang was stunned and frowned and thought to himself, "Is there such a person in Xinghua... Duke Lu... has this kind of person? Such calligraphy level can be called the realm of a master. How can it be unknown to the classics?"

"Can't think of it?" Zhou Lao asked leisurely: "Do you want me to tell you?"

"No need." Mr. Chang flatly refused: "You can think of it, I can definitely figure it out."

Mr. Zhou smiled, but he would not tell Mr. Chang that he had made a coincidence at the beginning. After all, several copybooks were stuck together with the Daguan Taiqinglou post, and it was easy to think of Cai Jing, who was in charge of the editing post.

However, several copybooks have been taken out of the booklets and mounted into long calligraphy scrolls. There are few key points, and it is a while since then, so Mr. Chang naturally has no clue.

However, Mr. Chang was an experienced connoisseur after all. He found that he had no gains on the bell marks and immediately changed his research direction and started with basic paper.

"This paper... seems to be Chengxintang paper." Mr. Chang observed carefully and found that the paper pattern of the copybook was obliquely on one side, with dragon and phoenix patterns hidden, and he was immediately shocked.

"Haha, it's too late to see now." Old Zhou smiled, not doubting his old friend's eyesight at all.

"Hmph, you're still yelling next to me, which affects my judgment." Old Chang said angrily, and at the same time, he locked in several dynasties in the Southern Tang and Song dynasties.

"Duke Lu, Duke Lu... There seem to be not many calligraphers with the surname Lu. Lu Han of the Song Dynasty was good at poetry and was particularly good at Yi, but I have never heard of his calligraphy as good as Lu Zonggui in the Southern Song Dynasty, and that was a painter... By the way, there was a Lu Dezhi in the Ming Dynasty, who seemed to be a painter. Zhuzi painted well and was also good at calligraphy. Could it be him?"

Mr. Chang was a man who was a man of great knowledge and listed a few people to himself, and then hesitated: "Lu Dezhi is already from the Ming Dynasty. Is there any Chengxintang paper at that time?"

"Haha, then I don't know." Mr. Zhou smiled happily.

"No, Lu Dezhi is from Qiantang and has nothing to do with Xinghua." Old Chang immediately overturned his previous statement, and his brows frowned into the word "Chuan": "There are no other clues?"

"Yes." Mr. Zhou kindly reminded: "These copybooks were originally sandwiched in a set of Daguan Taiqinglou posts."

"Daguan Tie!"

In an instant, Old Chang's mind turned several times, and he immediately clapped his hands and shouted: "Cai Jing! Duke of Lu Cai Jing, the immortal traveler in Xinghua, it was him..."

"How is it, I didn't expect it." Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "This is the broken article of Daguan's post he copied back then."

"Who can guess that there is no head or tail?" Mr. Chang shook his head, lowered his head and looked at the brushwork of the copybook carefully. After a while, nodded gently and said, "Yes, the beautiful style of calligraphy can indeed show the charm of Cai Jing's calligraphy."

"What did you say just now?"

At the right time, Mr. Chang looked up and asked, "The broken articles caught in the Daguan Post? Are the other chapters rotten?"

"I don't know." Mr. Zhou explained: "These copybooks were sandwiched in a Daguan post copied by a literati of the Republic of China. Later, Wang Guan discovered the seal and felt that the paper quality of the pages was abnormal. After I identified it, I realized that it was Cai Jing's manuscript."

"oh."

Mr. Chang suddenly realized: "No wonder you said just now that he was so lucky that it was jealous."

Mr. Zhou smiled. He hadn't talked about the Jiaowei Guqin yet, otherwise Mr. Chang wouldn't be so calm. After watching for a while, Mr. Chang realized it and said, "Old Zhou, are you planning to write an inscription on this book?"

"What, can't it be?" Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "I'm old and ready to be a good person. Brother Chang will laugh."

"Why do you laugh at me? This is a good thing. No wonder people give me a generous gift, it's OK." Old Chang nodded and said, "The outside world is not clear. Who in the circle does not know your honest temperament. With your inscriptions, you can definitely make a conclusion that this is the original work of Cai Jing."

"Brother Chang, you've said this." Mr. Zhou said modestly: "This is just my personal opinion. If anyone has any objection, he is welcome to find faults. The more the truth is, the clearer the problem is, and the clearer the problem is..."

"What are you trying to argue about? What's the point of being good at debate?" Chang Lao shook his head and said, "Whether it is paper, calligraphy style, textbook, or even copywriting background, what objection do you have?"

"That's right, everything is here now, I only need the east wind." Suddenly, Yu Feibai came out, holding a brush in both hands, and said with a smile: "Old Zhou, it depends on you."

"Um?"

Old Zhou was stunned. Before he could go back to the study, he had come out with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Where did the brush come from? Just thinking about it, he suddenly saw Tang Qinghua dripping water on the table next to him, Xiao Shan grinding ink, but Wang Guan soaked several brushes in water and was lifting them up to stroke the hair.

"You guys are..." Mr. Zhou immediately understood. These people unpacked all the pens and inkstones he bought while they were not paying attention, which caused an irreversible fact.

"Old Zhou, the important thing is important, so don't pay attention to other trivial matters." Yu Feibai smiled and said, "Brother Xiao, I will take it over when Mo is ready. Old Zhou is ready to lick the hair and suck the ink."

"Wait a minute, it'll be fine soon." Xiao Shan smiled, holding on to a piece of ink ingot, grinding his wrist evenly and grinding it very smoothly. After a while, he stopped moving and saw a pool of black and shiny ink added to the inkstone.

"alright……"

Xiao Shan let out a sigh, immediately lifted the inkstone and put it down carefully.

"You guys, what's the difference between such behavior and rogues?" Old Zhou smiled helplessly. At this point, it was useless to complain. He simply picked up Yu Feibai's pen, pinched the tip of his fingers slightly, and shook his head and said, "Come on another one."

"Here you come!"

Yu Feibai turned around and had an extra brush in his hand.

At this time, Mr. Zhou took the pen, pondered for a moment, lifted his sleeves slightly, then dipped the pen in ink, licked it on the ink field, then hung in the air, and then fell into the blank space of the long scroll and wrote... (To be continued)
Chapter completed!