Enter the Room

Song Jiyun said with great interest: "What else have you prepared?"

Yuan Yunzhong looked at her with gleaming eyes, knowing that she understood what he meant, and whispered: "I also asked my maternal grandfather and my grandfather to help us write a lot of words and draw several paintings." He also emphasized, " They are all signed and have private seals."

She raised her eyes and looked at his handsome eyebrows, pursed her lips and smiled.

very good!

Although they are in love, they are not all about falling in love.

Song Jiyun became more confident that they would live together in the future.

She held Yuan Yunzhong's hand: "Let's go Taobao."

She was full of interest, like a little girl who had found a treasure.

Yuan Yunzhong couldn't help but hold her hand tightly.

He planned a future for the two of them, and this plan was recognized and appreciated by the girl he loved. There was nothing more gratifying than this.

The two of them entered the bookstore happily like children going on an adventure together.

A young boy came up to him and respectfully called him "Master Xiao Yuan".

It can be seen that this is another person who knows Yuan Yunzhong's identity.

Song Jiyun smiled and looked at her with shining eyes, as if he was laughing at him, "Let me see how you find good things."

Yuan Yunzhong raised his eyebrows, his expression immediately became cold towards the young man, and he nodded respectfully.

The boy was busy asking them to sit in the private room.

Yuan Yunzhong refused and said calmly: "I just came over to take a look."

The boy promised respectfully, but still called the shopkeeper over.

The shopkeeper didn't bother them too much. He stepped forward and said hello, then stood aside. However, he kept an eye on Yuan Yunzhong from the corner of his eye, as if he would come up to serve them as soon as he made a sound.

Song Jiyun leaned close to his ear and whispered: "It depends on Mr. Yuan's ability."

Her hot breath hit his ears, making him tremble in his heart. After a while, he whispered back to her with some distress: "There are few people in the capital's calligraphy and painting circle who don't know me."

Song Jiyun laughed softly and said: "Then you still told me to come to Taobao? I'm afraid that the price of the things you like will increase immediately. Instead of Taobao, you might as well make an appointment for painting!"

Yuan Yunzhong was silent and blinked at her.

Song Jiyun's heart was pounding, and he thought it would be nice to just wander around aimlessly with him like this.

However, Yuan Yunzhong pointed to one of the Arhat pictures among the many treasures hung with various paintings and said: "What do you think of this painting?"

Song Jiuyun's father and grandfather were both the best at drawing Arhat pictures, and she was very familiar with them.

This picture of Arhat was ordinary in terms of artistry and layout, but Yuan Yunzhong pointed out this one among so many paintings, under the guise of buying a pattern for their kiln, so she had to take a closer look.

"The painting is of the Happy Arhat," she mused as she looked at it. "The lines are fine, the brush peaks are sharp, the Arhat monk's robes are of the right shade, leaving no sky above and no earth below, and the composition is okay. But since the Happy Arhat is painted He is called the 'Happy Arhat' because he always smiles and has the realization that 'when the Buddha is in your heart, you feel happy'. The Happy Arhat in this painting has a dull gaze and a reserved expression, so it cannot be called a masterpiece."

Of course, this painting has more than this one shortcoming, but she doesn't have to leave any dignity to the artist.

Who knows who this painter is?

All she had to do was express her dislike.

Yuan Yunzhong said "hmm" in agreement, walked a few steps, and pointed to one of the pictures of the Three Friends of Plum, Orchid and Bamboo, and said: "What about this one? What do you think?"

That's even worse.

Song Jiyun said: "The painting skills are very good. The three friends of Suihan pay attention to the proud temperament of Ling Shuang. This painting lacks a little spirit."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded and pointed to a few more paintings.

Song Jiuyun made a few comments with reservations.

There is almost nothing that catches the eye.

Song Jiyun somewhat understood the meaning of Yuan Yunzhong's "relief".

These calligraphers and painters may have good knowledge, but their paintings are not very interesting. The characters that Yuan Yun pointed out to her were even more terrible - they were all in Guange style, rigorous and upright, either majestic or hearty. As the font used for imperial examinations, each one was better than the last, and could be used as a pattern for porcelain. But less interesting.

She even said to Yuan Yunzhong: "You can write gold medals at such a young age, and your handwriting must be very good. Instead of buying other people's handwriting, we might as well ask you to write it!"

At least she had seen his thin golden body with her own eyes. It was sharp, hard and rugged, thin and tall, and he had great skills.

Draw a flower and bird, write a postscript, and put it on the hand cup. It is dignified and steady without losing the grandeur. It is very beautiful.

Yuan Yunzhong was noncommittal.

The shopkeeper, sweating profusely, hurried over with a man in his thirties.

The man raised his hand towards Yuan Yunzhong from a distance: "Oh, Mr. Yuan didn't let the servants know in advance when he came, so that I can prepare some fine masterpieces in advance for you to choose from. Hurry, hurry, hurry, please Young Master Xiao Yuan went to the private room to have tea."

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at Song Jiyun with a smile.

Song Jiyun lowered his head and smiled.

It was her appearance.

Even if it is a relief, when this store can be opened for such a long time, the owner is still a failed scholar. Even if he does not know how to draw, he must know calligraphy and have a certain level of appreciation. In addition, this is a mature commercial street, how can there be so many Can it be picked up?

She followed Yuan Yunzhong into the private room, and then she realized that the middle-aged man was not only the current owner of this bookstore, but also the grandson of the failed official.

Yuan Yunzhong smiled and said: "When my grandfather was young, there were people selling paintings here. What do you think?"

Song Jiyun couldn't help laughing.

The two of them selected seven or eight paintings in the bookstore.

Yuan Yunzhong also specifically stated that if these paintings were to be bought out, no matter what purpose they were used for in the future, the painters would not be held accountable.

Shuxuan's boss didn't think much about it at all and said, "It's their blessing to be favored by Young Master Xiao Yuan. Once I tell them, they will definitely feel very honored."

The shopkeeper was afraid that Yuan Yunzhong wouldn't understand, so he explained: "If you are willing to let others know that you bought their paintings, their paintings will be sold at high prices in the future. Why wouldn't they want to?"

Yuan Yunzhong readily agreed.

Based on Song Jiyun's understanding of him, he was not a high-profile person. She asked him quietly: "If it is inconvenient, there is no need to make this deal."

Yuan Yunzhong said calmly: "There is nothing that cannot be known."

Song Jiyun understood it after thinking for a while.

Yuan Yunzhong probably really wanted to get her a porcelain book, and he would also help her make appointments for paintings in the future.

This may have been nothing in her previous life, but the longer she lived in this dynasty, the more she felt that "everything is inferior, only reading is high", why scholars are unwilling to sign their names when writing biographies.

She held Yuan Yunzhong's hand tightly.

Yuan Yunzhong spread the paintings in front of her and said with a bit of joy: "One of the paintings is by Qiantang Li An. He was the most popular candidate for the No. 1 Scholar in the last Zhejiang Jieyuan."

Song Jiyun looked at him and smiled.

His eyes sparkled.

Yuan Yunzhong's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sir," Wang Hua said as the curtain of the carriage opened, "I found out who Wei Jie is."