Chapter 162 The freshest is just a bowl of chicken soup
Chapter 162 The freshest thing is a bowl of chicken soup
The hollow wooden door patterned with flower branches slowly opened, and the little eunuch flicked his fly whisk and quietly retreated.
Ning Que looked at the high threshold in front of him, was startled for a moment, then straightened up his appearance and walked in solemnly. He looked at those long-lost precious pens and inkstones, smelled the scent of mud and ink that had been hidden deep in his memory, and thought of what happened to this door last year today.
What happened made me feel a little confused.
There was a middle-aged man standing in front of the bookshelf, with his back to the main entrance of the Royal Study. The man was wearing a plain thin cotton shirt and a belt woven with black and gold threads around his waist. He looked slightly thin. Although his face could not be seen, he looked peaceful.
Que can easily guess the identity of the other party.
Without the eunuch's guidance, he didn't know whether he should kneel down and bow, or whether he should clasp his hands and bow. Logically speaking, it should be the former, but not many people in the Tang Dynasty were willing to let their knees get dusty, so he hesitated for a while.
and embarrassment.
The middle-aged man suddenly spoke at this moment. His gentle tone and content promptly relieved Ning Que's embarrassment and hesitation: "It's not a ceremony to worship heaven. Don't think about kneeling down all the time."
With just a simple sentence, Ning Que developed a strong liking for this middle-aged man. In his imagination, the image of the dominating Tang Dynasty king was always associated with words such as majesty, coldness and solemnity, but instead
I didn't expect the other party to be so gentle.
"I heard that you are my secret guard?" the middle-aged man took out an old book from the bookshelf and asked casually while reading it.
Ning Que bowed his head and said, "Yes."
"This secret guard is too dark. Even I don't know about it." The middle-aged man smiled, took out a bookmark from the edge of the bookshelf, put it in the old book as a mark, and suddenly asked: "
How did you get into this room last year?"
Ning Que was thinking about how he should call himself at this time. He hesitated for a moment between the humble student and the lower official. Naturally, he excluded the lower official first. After hearing this question, he subconsciously answered: "The student came to the palace to receive errands and was brought here.
waiting."
The middle-aged man let out a light sigh, as if he was a little confused about something. After a moment of silence, he said: "Since you are on an errand, why did you enter my study room? Did anyone see you coming in at that time?"
At this point in the conversation, the tension in Ning Que's heart had eased a little, but his doubts had increased. On the way into the palace, he had imagined what it would be like to see His Majesty the Emperor. In his imagination, he thought - the Emperor
After His Majesty saw him, he would definitely laugh loudly with great joy. He would take a few steps and pretend to be displeased, holding his hands to stop him from kneeling. Then he would let go and gently stroke his beard, looking at his fresh and lovely face, and nod repeatedly.
His face was full of admiration, and he suppressed his excitement and said to Ning Qing's family, you can let me seek death. I will reward you with vast hectares of fertile land and countless beautiful maids. As for the official positions in the court, you can choose...
However, this is not the case. Facts have proved that although Ning Que is not as beautiful as Prince Longqing, he still thinks that many things are too beautiful in the excitement of worrying about gains and losses.
Just as he was feeling slightly disappointed and confused, Ning Que suddenly figured out something when he heard His Majesty the Emperor's last question.
Last year, the little eunuch named Lu Ji arranged for him to come to the imperial study. Since His Majesty the Emperor had been looking for him for half a year, the painting of Flowers Blooming on the Other Side made a fuss in the court. The little eunuch named Lu Ji and Xu Chongshan
Commander, there is no reason not to connect this matter with yourself. His Majesty the Emperor has never found him, which only shows one thing - neither Commander Xu Chongshan nor the little eunuch named Lu Ji has ever found him.
The incident of entering the imperial study room was reported to His Majesty the Emperor.
As for why they didn't report it, there may be many reasons, such as forgetting, being idiots, or worrying about the trouble this matter will cause. Ning Que didn't know the reason at this time, but he knew that if his answer at this time was different from Commander Xu and Commander Xu,
If the little eunuch's answer is not correct, it is very likely to bring a lot of trouble to the other party, and may even bring trouble to himself.
So he frowned, thought seriously for a moment, shook his head and said sincerely: "No one should know."
His Majesty the Emperor laughed loudly when he heard the reply from behind. He stuffed the old book in his hand back into the bookshelf, turned around and looked at the young student at the door of the Royal Study Room, and said with emotion: "The character is really good, no wonder I think highly of Chao Er Er.
you."
Ning Que looked in front of the bookshelf and found that the other person was just an ordinary middle-aged man with handsome features and gray hair. He was not as majestic as he imagined, a monster even more terrifying than a Suzaku portrait. Moreover, judging from his facial expression, he was not as majestic as he imagined.
Smiling, he knew that his answer should be regarded as the right one, although he himself didn't know where it was right.
His Majesty the Emperor looked at Ning Que, suddenly waved, and said with a smile: "Come here."
Seeing the smile on His Majesty the Emperor's face, Ning Que's heart tightened slightly, and he suppressed his nervousness and walked over.
His Majesty the Emperor pointed to the calligraphy spread out on the table and asked with a smile: "Did you write this calligraphy?"
Ning Que glanced at the five big characters dripping with ink on Huang Ya's paper. He instantly recalled the pride and joy he felt after finishing writing one day last year. He responded softly: "It was indeed the student's absurd performance that day.
do."
"It's not ridiculous at all." His Majesty the Emperor looked at him with a smile and said, "I like your handwriting very much."
The process of praising and appreciating finally started, but Ning Que suddenly found that he didn't know how to respond. Perhaps the tone of His Majesty the Emperor's words when he said these words was too natural and casual. There was only calm appreciation, but no exposed excitement, as if he was speaking.
He said that the scallions the Queen had peeled last night were very clean and the flatbread baked was very sweet. How should I express my gratitude and express my gratitude?
His Majesty the Emperor obviously did not expect that Ning Que would be moved to tears by his words. He gently stroked his long beard under his chin and looked at the five characters "Blooming Flowers and the Sky on the Other Side" on the table. After admiring it for a while, he said with emotion: "I'll look for you."
It’s so hard.”
His Majesty the Emperor had been calling himself me before, but now he was suddenly replaced by me, and the atmosphere in the imperial study room suddenly changed. Moreover, the rich meaning hidden in this sentence was much stronger than the previous sentence of "like".
Times, from extremely sparse and elegant to extremely intense appreciation, Ning Que was not used to the former, and he still didn't know how to deal with the latter.
His Majesty the Emperor looked at him with a smile, and suddenly said: "Fish are leaping in the sea now, and flowers are blooming in the sky on the other shore. You only wrote the last sentence, and I always feel that there is something missing. Since I found you today, why not complete the two sentences?"
How about I grind the ink for you?"
Asking the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty to grind ink, loose pens, paper, and seal for him is undoubtedly the highest level of treatment for people who are fond of calligraphy in the world. In fact, it is a treatment that they can't even think of, and this kind of treatment
Compared with the treatment, even if you stuff all the popular girls in Hong Xiu Zhao into the study room to add fragrance and ink, it is nothing worth mentioning.
After hearing this, Ning Que was shocked and sincerely declined: "How can this happen? As for the two couplets about Fish Leaping Over the Sea, it was originally obtained by His Majesty's skillful hands. The student was just a copying method. I will write it today... Your Majesty, I am here."
Before, how could a student dare to be a bad ghostwriter?"
He had lived a wandering life since he was a child, struggling to survive at the bottom of the Tang Empire. He really didn't have much experience in getting along with nobles. On his journey back from the grassland, he was able to hang out with Princess Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty. That's because
At that time, Li Yu was a pretty little maid. Although he knew Li Yu's identity, in order to make it easier for him, he always insisted on treating Li Yu as a little maid. At this time, he was facing the most powerful man in the world.
, and how to get along with each other?
If it were any other unexperienced young man, he would probably be in a panic in the imperial study room today. But Ning Que is still Ning Que after all. He was able to survive in the dangerous world when he was still a child, except for the hatchet and knife around his waist.
In addition to the courage to kill, a mouth that is sweeter than honey and a tail that is cuter than a puppy and the ability to beg for mercy are also indispensable means.
As long as he is willing to do it, he can do it better than anyone else. When he was in Weicheng, he was a young foreign military householder, and he was able to win the love of the soldiers and people in the city.
Several generals before and after Weicheng loved him like a nephew, so you can imagine his ability. At this time, he used this ability to flatter His Majesty the Emperor, so he naturally picked it up without any hindrance.
Hearing the words "The wonderful hand can catch the pearl by chance", His Majesty the Emperor was slightly startled. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at Ning Que's face. He smiled and reprimanded: "You are too harsh in your flattery, for all the world
Everyone knows that my handwriting is very bad, how can I afford to be a jewel? Not to mention in front of a guy like you."
Ning Que chuckled. He was extremely thick-skinned and didn't take this reprimand seriously. He had seen the handwriting written by His Majesty the Emperor with his own eyes. It was indeed quite...not good, but so what? He was so tough again.
After all, flattery is still flattery. Your Majesty, even if you know that your handwriting is terrible, you will still feel happy when someone praises you, let alone if it is praised by me?
Looking at the unconcerned look on Ning Que's face, His Majesty the Emperor felt a little happy indeed. He thought that although the calligrapher I had chosen was much younger than expected, his vision was really sharp and unique. This evaluation was very good.
Eighty-seven of them are trying to flatter me, but seeing how he speaks so naturally and sincerely, maybe the remaining two or three points mean that my calligraphy has indeed improved a lot, or is it quite impressive?
"No further talk. Now that I have finally caught you, you have to write a few words tonight for me to take a good look at."
"Your Majesty, the student spent too much energy in the academy last night, and his body is also a little weak. He really can't write any good words. It's not that the student dares to violate the holy will, but the book requires a full spirit..."
His Majesty the Emperor's face became a little ugly, but when he thought about it, it did make sense. He knew very well how difficult it was to enter the second floor of the academy, and he thought that the boy in front of him could actually defeat Long Qing and enter the second floor of the academy.
He will be the pillar of the empire, but he is also very ambitious. If you blindly treat him as a calligrapher and poet, I am afraid that he will feel a little humiliated.
Ning Que said in embarrassment while secretly looking at His Majesty the Emperor's face. Suddenly, like a magic trick, he took out a few scrolls from his sleeves and put them on the desk respectfully.
"Your Majesty, these are the works of students who have been practicing calligraphy and ink in recent years. I have selected some that are still eye-catching. Please give your Majesty's advice."
After hearing this, His Majesty the Emperor looked at the scrolls on the desk. His eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly lowered his waist and stretched out his hand to flatten the scrolls. Then he looked at the lines and cursive ink marks on the scrolls and fell into a long silence.
.
I don't know how long it took, but a joyful exclamation finally broke the silence in the imperial study room.
His Majesty the Emperor shook his head and exclaimed in surprise: "Good calligraphy! Really good calligraphy!"
He turned around, looked at Ning Que's eyes and said: "Ning Qing, I heard that you opened a shop in the east city of Chang'an. I believe that the paintings you have done over the years are definitely not the same. Please bring them over quickly so that I can appreciate them."
Ichiban.”
Ning Que was stunned. Facing His Majesty the Emperor's eyes that were eager for books, he replied awkwardly: "Your Majesty, the books written by students, this, that, basically... are all used to sell for money."
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Not far from the south gate of the majestic imperial city, there is a quiet Taoist temple hidden among the green trees, which is where the south gate of Haotian Road is located.
In the deepest hall of the South Gate Temple, the Talisman Master Yan Se, who had previously been so arrogant in the academy and wanted to compete with his second senior brother, seemed to have turned into a child who had done something wrong. He sat cross-legged in the deep
On the colored wooden floor, the beard under his chin seemed to have been burnt. His eyes were no longer wretched but just staring innocently at the floor in front of him. He didn't dare to look at the opposite side. However, although he didn't dare to look at the opposite side, there were mountains and rivers on his face.
The wrinkles that flowed so densely were already full of guilt and flattery.
Li Qingshan, the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty, looked at his senior brother in front of him with eyes as faint as those of a resentful woman in the palace. His usual respect for his senior brother had completely turned into disappointment and anger.
"Ning Que cannot enter the South Gate of Haotian Dao. This means that although he is your student, after your death, we, the South Gate of Haotian Dao, will no longer have a Talisman Master of our own. This also means that you
After I die, no one will be able to hold up the south gate."
Master Yan Se raised his head, looked at his junior brother with a silly smile, and said comfortingly: "It's not so serious. Since Ning Que is my student, if he becomes a Talisman Master in the future, he will never be able to watch something happen to the South Gate.
No matter. In addition, although I am old and will die, junior brother, you are still young. Maybe Ning Que will be dead by the time you die. In that case, what is the use of him?"
Li Qingshan looked at his senior brother expressionlessly. After a long silence, he sighed, shook his head and said: "Senior brother, do you really not know the difference between the two? If Ning Que enters the south gate, I will give up the master of the south gate in the future.
If you do it for him, he will be my Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty. Even if Nanmen wants to weaken, it will be difficult. But if he is just your student, he will at most become my guest of Nanmen in the future, but what is the use of this guest? Liu Bai of the Southern Jin Dynasty
You are still a guest of the Xiling Temple, but when have you ever seen Liu Bai go through life and death for the temple?"
Yan Se agreed to the request of the second senior brother in the academy and accepted Ning Que as a Fu Dao student in his own name, but completely cut off the possibility of Ning Que entering the south gate of Haotian Dao. He was ashamed in his heart, and he already felt a little shameless when he came back to face Li Qingshan.
, listening to Li Qingshan's words getting heavier and heavier at this time, he was even more embarrassed to the extreme. In the end, he didn't dare to look at the other party's resentful eyes anymore, and walked away in embarrassment.
Along the way through the trees and corridor, Taoist nun, a disciple of the south gate of Haotian Dao, respectfully bowed and stepped aside. However, Master Yan Se had no intention of showing his kind and lustful side today. He hurried forward with a pale face, abandoned the main entrance and went straight to the side entrance. Waiting to be pushed
I opened the side door and walked into the side alley, brushing the green leaves from my shoulders with my hands. The old wrinkled face finally returned to a bit of normality.
Although I feel sorry for my master, I have finally found a successor. Although Yan Se is ashamed, he can't suppress the joy in his heart. Previously in the South Gate Temple, in front of the national master Li Qingshan, those joys were covered up by shame, and now he entered a side alley.
Finally started to show up.
A carriage was blocked at the entrance of the alley, and he was slightly startled when he saw the emblem of a certain prince's mansion on the shaft of the carriage.
A man who looked like a steward jumped out of the carriage and looked at Master Yan Se up and down. He seemed a little confused about the appearance of the old Taoist priest. After a long time, he remembered his master's earnest instructions and said with a humble smile:
"I would like to pay my respects to Master Yan Se. I am the chief steward of the Anlehou Mansion. I came to see you today on the order of the Marquis. I heard that the master has a copybook in his hand..."
Master Yan Se stared coldly at the steward's face, not bothering to think about the other person's purpose, and said in a cold voice: "Get out."
After saying this, he directly pushed away the steward and walked proudly towards the entrance of the alley.
The steward of the Hou Mansion behind him looked extremely ugly. However, considering Yan Se's superior status as a Talisman Master, he did not dare to complain at all. He just kept following his footsteps and shouted in a crying voice: "Master, you
Listen to what the villain has to say."
Suddenly an old voice came from the entrance of the alley: "What kind of person is Master Yan Se? What kind of person are you?" Anlehou asked Master Yanse whatever he had to say, or Zhuang Yi invited Master Yanse to come into the house, or Su Su
When you come to meet me, you have to show the courtesy of a junior, but to ask you to come forward as a steward, what the Marquis has done is a bit too much."
The steward of the Hou Mansion did not dare to offend a Talisman Master, but that did not mean that there were many people in Chang'an City who he did not dare to offend. After hearing these words that seemed to be admonitions but were actually unabashed provocations, he angrily followed
With his heart aroused, he walked out of the alley and looked at the white-haired old man standing next to a green bamboo sedan chair. He waved his hand and scolded: "What is my identity..."
Suddenly his body stiffened and his voice trembled. He knelt down on one knee and saluted, and said, "It is not worth your time and concern, Grand Master. I am really confused to the extreme. Now I will go back and pass on what the Grand Master said to the Marquis."
The white-haired old man looked at the steward of the Hou Mansion who was kneeling in front of him, waved his hand and said, "I didn't expect that your adaptability is quite good. As a steward of the Hou Mansion, you are quite qualified."
The old man's surname is Wang, a courtier, and he is a bachelor of Wenyuan Pavilion in the Tang Dynasty. He has been in decline for three dynasties and has won the respect of His Majesty. Even Prince Li Peiyan looked at the old man and had to give way to greet him, let alone a mere Anlehou.
Although the steward of the Hou Mansion didn't know why Academician Wang appeared outside the Guanpian Alley of the South Gate, he still dared not say anything. He saluted the two old men repeatedly, and then fled like the wind with his carriage.
Master Yan Se frowned and looked at Bachelor Wang, bowed his hands and asked: "Old Bachelor, today is the period of rest, and you don't have to go to court, so why are you here? It's not a good reason to leave the palace and drop by."
"I had a quarrel with Lao Jijiu a few days ago. Is this a sufficient reason?" Academician Wang coughed twice and replied.
Yan Se thought for a while, then rolled his sleeves and said angrily: "The quarrel you had was last winter, not a few days ago?"
"Anyway, the double-hook copy of "Flowers Blooming on the Other Side of the Sky" is in that old guy's house. Not only does the old guy not let me see it, he often makes me angry about it." Academician Wang couldn't hide the excitement in his heart and stroked his beard.
He said angrily: "The double-hook copy is too strict with the original meaning of the lines. It only has the shape of the original but no meaning. How could your majesty give me that copy?"
"What you said is unreasonable." Yan Se knew this part of the public case well, shook his head and said, "Everyone in the Fang family knows that if you want to copy the original meaning and traces of the original work, the double hook method is of course the best way."
Yan Se is the only remaining talisman master of Haotian South Sect, and Wang Shichen is a veteran of three dynasties. They have been familiar with each other for decades, and they have a common identity, that is, they are masters of calligraphy in the world. At this time, when it comes to copying
Naturally, they will not give in to each other's methods.
"Even if the double hook copy is the best." Wang Shichen smiled slightly and said proudly: "So what? When I take the chicken soup painting back today and hang it in the nave instead of the study, I will make that old man angry to death."
"Wait a minute." Yan Se said strangely: "What is a chicken soup post?"
"It's the piece of account paper you took away from Red Sleeve Moves."
Academician Wang looked at him solemnly and said: "Now the news has spread, all the calligraphy and calligraphy sold by Dongcheng Laobi Zhai have been taken away. I don't think those calligraphy and calligraphy have any special meaning, but this
The Chicken Soup Post is quite different. You can use this Chicken Soup Post to conclude that Ning Que has the potential to be a Talisman Master, which is of great significance. Wouldn't it be great if I could allow this post to be kept in my house?"
Yan Se said with emotion: "This rumor really spreads faster than the talisman book."
Grand Scholar Wang stared at him and said: "Without further ado, Marquis Anle is so stupid that he actually sent a steward to come to you to ask for it. I am a Grand Scholar of the Three Dynasties. I came to the alley to block you in person, and what I want is your student's.
Book post, this face is already given to me, but you must never say that you don’t give me face, otherwise we will both become very embarrassed."
"I only heard the air of an old gangster from your words. I didn't think you were trying to save face at all." Yan Se said angrily: "You and I have known each other for decades. I never thought that you, a dignified bachelor from three dynasties, would actually do this for you.
Little things like this mess up my mind!"
Academician Wang said angrily: "It doesn't matter if it's something else. Huakaiyitie has caused too much trouble in Chang'an City this year, and that old man bullied me too much. If I can't get this face back, I will
How can a great scholar from the Three Dynasties still gain a foothold in the court?"
Yan Se looked at him and suddenly said: "Ten thousand."
The anger on Academician Wang's face immediately faded away, he chuckled and said, "Four thousand."
Yan Se took out the thin account paper from his sleeve, handed it over, and said, "Deal."
Academician Wang took the piece of tissue paper without even looking at it. He turned around and sat back on the green bamboo sedan chair, shouting to his entourage: "What are you doing standing still! Go home quickly! Give Rong Baozhai your best
Master Dexing invited me to come to the mansion! Then I asked the third child to prepare a banquet at the mansion tomorrow to celebrate his birthday and invite the guests to come and enjoy the chicken soup!"
The green bamboo sedan chair rushed away with the wind and dust, and the faint conversation between the bachelor and the steward could be heard.
"Sir, your eightieth birthday passed last month."
"Idiot! The boss's second girl just has her birthday this month!"
"Invite that little girl Jin Wucai, and most importantly, don't forget to invite her immortal grandfather!"
"If he doesn't come, I'll come to invite him personally!"
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Ning Que was nervously meeting the saint in the palace at this time, looking for every opportunity to flatter the saint. He didn't know that the note he wrote while drunk last year had been sold for two thousand taels of silver, and it was just a friendship price.
As for the person who wrote the content on the note paper, Sangsang, who had never had the chance to see the note paper, was nervous and speechless in the old pen shop in Lin 47 Lane.
Listening to the constant knocking on the door, looking through the crack in the door at the stewards of various governments waving banknotes and looking anxious, as well as the various people standing across the street talking excitedly, the little boy
The maid had no idea how to deal with this situation.
Recalling the young master's instructions before leaving, she sorted out all the collected calligraphy, opened the bed board, took out the box, and neatly placed them together with the precious silver notes, then took two extremely thick iron chains and put them
All doors and windows are locked.
After finishing these things, she walked back to the front bunk and nailed the door panel that was difficult to close tightly with large iron nails. Then she felt a little relieved. She ignored the waves of loud noises outside and wiped the stain on her forehead.
With sweat beads on his back, he opened the back door of the small courtyard and slipped out quietly, carrying a big black umbrella and a few items that Ning Que had told him was the most important thing in the middle hall.
It was still early and it was lunch time. When Sangsang walked into the Hongxiu Zhaoqinglou, she didn’t see any scenes of warblers and swallows. She just smelled countless fine wines and delicacies. She hadn’t eaten anything all day and night.
She couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
Xiaocao, Jane's personal maid, was holding on to the railing on the top floor and looking down in a daze when she suddenly saw Sangsang appear in the hall. She was overjoyed and rushed down as fast as she could, holding Sangsang's hands with both hands.
I complained for a while:
"Why haven't you come here these days? Has your young master banned you? It's true that Ning Que is not allowed to come to these romantic places because they want him to focus on his studies.
I actually took this opportunity to vent my anger on you! Also, I heard that you have been visiting the princess’s house frequently in the past six months. Have you become accustomed to seeing noble people and have forgotten about us despicable friends?”
Sangsang didn't care to listen to Xiaocao's complaints. At this time, she wanted to compete with the people in Chang'an City who were excited about the news. She asked directly: "When my young master got drunk last year, he wrote a note here for you."
,Where?"
Xiaocao was slightly startled, and then said: "I'll ask you for it."
After a while, Xiaocao ran back and said: "After asking, it seems that Sister Shuizhu took it away at that time. What are you doing with this thing? It has been so long, who knows where it was thrown."
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Yu-Ning Tsao has always had some confidence in speaking in Chang'an City, because his brother-in-law is the Minister of the Ministry of Works, and since the Minister of the Ministry of Works became vacant at the end of last year, his brother-in-law has been regarded as the next Minister of the Ministry of Works. However, who knows what will happen this year
A sudden change occurred in early spring. A certain official who returned to Beijing from the River Governor's Palace became a strong competitor of his brother-in-law. His Majesty has remained silent on this appointment, and the Prime Minister and the bachelors have not yet made up their minds.
idea.
At this tense and critical moment, his brother-in-law became more and more low-key and silent, so Yu-Ning Tsao's confidence to speak in Chang'an City became weaker and weaker, especially at this moment, facing the top card in the red sleeves trick
Red Girl Shuizhuer, the tone of his words could no longer be described as low-key, and even seemed a bit humble.
"I said okay girl, just do it and give me that post."
Tsao Yu-Ning looked at the plump and hydrated woman in the chair. If he was usually shaken, he would have been tempted to pounce on her, but today his mind was completely occupied by that matter and he could not care about it at all.
He said sincerely: "The student named Ning Que you just mentioned is the owner of the Flower Blossom Poster in the palace. Now His Majesty has confirmed his identity and is talking to him in the Imperial Study Room. If I
I'm lying to you, I'm afraid I can save some money, but you and I are considered acquaintances, so I would never treat you like this, Miss Shuizhu, you can't treat me like this either!"
Shuizhu'er had woken up from the previous shock. She rubbed her forehead with a headache and said helplessly: "But that piece of account paper..."
Cao Youning corrected him very seriously: "It's not the account book paper. The news about Nanmen Temple has spread throughout Chang'an City. Now everyone knows about the calligraphy. That calligraphy should be called Chicken Soup Calligraphy."
Shuizhu'er waved her hands helplessly and said, "Okay, it's up to you, but that...chicken soup note is indeed not in my hand. After I got it back that day, it was taken away that night."
"Who took it?" Cao Youning asked nervously: "Girl, you have to recall it carefully. You must know that this copybook is extraordinary. It was based on this calligraphy that the Nanmen priest judged Ning Que to have the potential of a Talisman Master. This calligraphy
It will definitely become famous all over the world in the future!"
Shuizhu'er smiled angrily and said: "There is no need to remember anything. That old Taoist priest was a mess, had a weird temperament, but was generous with his actions. How could I forget such a frequent visitor?"
After listening to her description, Tsao was stunned for a while and then suddenly slapped his thigh and said in shock: "Oh! My little ancestor! That's not some dirty Taoist priest, that Taoist must be Master Yan Se, the Talisman Master!"
Shuizhu'er was so shocked that she covered her lips with her handkerchief and was speechless for a long time. She thought to herself, what on earth had happened to this world? It had become so absurd in one day, and that cute and painful young man had become His Majesty.
I have been looking for a great calligrapher for half a year, and the dirty old man who comes here every few months to drink and have fun turns out to be a talisman master!
Suddenly she thought of something, stood up in surprise, and asked her maid to bring out an abandoned small table from the back of the house.
"Look at this table. On it is the dirty old Taoist... No, it's the Taoist priest enshrined at the south gate of Haotian Dao. The only talisman master left in the world, Master Yan Se, the national master's senior brother, used his lifelong skills to inspire him.
This is a perfect chicken soup dish!”
She wiped off the dust on the table with her hands, looked at the scrawled handwriting, and felt that she was really a prodigy with a huge eye for recognizing people. She was so prescient, and while admiring herself, she said a lot without stopping.
Segment words……
Yu-Ning Tsao put his face to the table, stared at the scrawled but profound handwriting, his eyes gradually became brighter, and he said happily: "Miss Shuizhu'er, the price is up to you, there is no need to say these things to heighten the atmosphere."
Shuizhu covered her lips with a handkerchief and chuckled, without any embarrassment on her face, and said, "Three thousand taels."
Yu-Ning Tsao straightened up and said resolutely: "Deal."
"Can't sell."
The courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and Sangsang and Xiaocao walked in quickly.
Yu-Ning Tsao asked: "Why can't it be sold?"
Sangsang took a closer look at the handwriting on the table and said seriously to Shui Zhuer: "Sell rubbings."