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Chapter 7 [Mobao] (1)


One hundred thousand taels of silver only existed in my hands for two days.

In addition to the three thousand taels used to repair the house, I spent one hundred thousand taels on drinking wine with the doorkeeper.

The rest of the money was donated to the gambling house.

For me, For a bad gambler, losing money is much easier than winning.

My ability to lose money makes everyone in the casino feel ashamed.

It won't take long for this matter to spread throughout the streets of Qindu.

After I came to the capital of Qin, I spent money like water and lived a drunken life.

I had successfully dispelled the wariness of Prince Yan Yuanji.

The eight guards at the door no longer followed suit as they did at first.

The three of us could freely enter and leave the Proton Mansion.

Naturally, Yan Yuanji would not let me starve to death in their Daqin territory.

He still asked the waiters from Linxian Tower to deliver meals to me every day.

However, the quantity and quality of the meals were significantly reduced, and they could only use poor quality food.

Words to describe.

I was used to living a life of fine clothing and fine food in the palace.

When I first tried this kind of life, I felt extremely novel.

Seeing me eating the humble meal sweetly, Sun Sansan couldn't help but sigh and put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands: "Cai Xue, go to the west chamber to get some ginseng and make a bowl of ginseng soup for the young master. " Caixue bit her lower lip gently and said sadly: "The ginseng Mr. brought from Dakang has been used up."

Sun Sansan was surprised and said: "There should be many, how could it be?"

I smiled and explained: "I couldn't get used to the weird taste, so I gave the ginseng to the guard guarding the door."

Sun Sansan looked at me dumbfounded.

Those ginseng were all of the highest quality selected from the palace and were worth at least a thousand gold.

He didn’t expect me to give them all away quietly.

I lost one hundred thousand taels of silver to him.

It's not heartbreaking yet, but for a doctor, the value of these medicinal materials cannot be measured in money.

Seeing Sun Sansan's complicated expression of being angry that I would not fight and lamenting his misfortune, I secretly laughed in my heart.

I still can't figure out what prompted Sun Sansan to abandon everything and accompany me to Qin.

I firmly believe that he must have sufficient reason. reason.

Based on what I know about Sun Sansan these days, no one can get the words out of his mouth if he is unwilling.

Sun Sansan actually said something that made me feel guilty: "Young master, if you don't like eating, forget it, but Caixue is weak and needs to take supplements."

He sighed.

Caixue hurriedly said: "My slave has recovered a long time ago.

Mr.

Sun doesn't have to worry about me."

In desperation, she forgot to hide her daughter's identity.

In fact, there was no need to hide it in front of Sun Sanfen.

When Caixue was healing her wounds, he already knew her secret.

I looked at Caixue, who was pale, and then at the simple food on the table.

I didn't consider other people's situations and feelings before doing things.

I stood up.

Caixue thought Sun Sanfen's words made me really angry.

He said softly: "Master" I said loudly: "Cai Xue prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me, and I will take you out for a walk."

The King of Qi, Yan Yuanzong, had a guild hall on Wangque Street in the east city of Qindu.

There was a natural mound here.

The locals gave it an elegant name called Bamboo Shadow Mound.

It was the highest place in Qindu City.

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The guild hall is located on this mound.

Yan Yuanzong was most fond of elegant things.

He was proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he was far from sophisticated when it came to proficiency.

In his free time, he and his diners would gather at Zhuyingqiu to recite poems and paint, and he was almost as good at collecting famous people's calligraphy and paintings.

To the point of obsession.

Under his influence, the area around Zhuyingqiu became a treasured place for literati.

Many people simply set up stalls here to sell calligraphy and paintings, hoping to be noticed by King Qi.

If they are lucky enough to become his diners, they can reach the sky in one step.

With my current status, I naturally have no chance to enter the Yan Yuan Sect's guild hall.

Caixue and I walked around the streets under the Bamboo Shadow Hill, and most of the calligraphy and paintings we saw were shoddy and inferior.

I stopped in front of the calligraphy and painting stall at Kinkiou Kaikan.

The calligraphy and calligraphy on the stall has a rounded center, elegant and colorful postures, and the spirit of the book is permeated between the lines.

It should be regarded as the best among all the calligraphy and painting stalls.

Judging from the customers at the stall, his business is also the best.

I said to the middle-aged scholar who was setting up the stall: "Give me a tattoo of a hundred taels of silver, and I will write a calligraphy for you."

The scholar was stunned by my sudden words, then he laughed loudly, stood up and mocked: "Are you crazy?"

I smiled lightly and said: "One of my calligraphy pieces is worth at least one thousand taels of silver.

Do you want to miss this great opportunity to make money?"

When the scholar saw that I spoke clearly and was obviously sane, he raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Don't cause trouble with me, or I'll take you to see an official."

You must know that overt and covert fights among literati are also very common, especially Outside the Qiwang Guild Hall, there are at least a hundred companies engaged in calligraphy and painting, and intrigues between them occur almost every day.

The scholar's loud shout attracted all the surrounding stall owners to our side.

Caixue and I were surrounded by everyone in Gaixin, and we immediately became the target of public criticism.

Caixue has never experienced such a battle, Fangxin couldn't help but said in panic: "Sir, let's leave quickly."

Unmoved by the surrounding situation, I pointed to the most outstanding piece of writing on the bookshelf and asked, "If I read it correctly, it is marked with fifty taels of silver."

The scholar looked back, with a look of pride on his face, thinking that the calligraphy was written by him: "This calligraphy is indeed fifty taels."

I laughed loudly, my eyes full of disdain, and commented loudly: "This painting has a round center and elegant and colorful characters.

It should be considered a masterpiece."

When the scholar heard what I said, the expression on his face softened slightly, but I changed the topic and said, "Unfortunately, the scholar pursues changes too much, and the lines are full of kitsch."

The scholar's face turned red: "What do you know?

Don't comment here."

I smiled and said: "There are three realms for calligraphers.

Seeing mountains as mountains and seeing water as water are the realms of no-self.

Borrowing the rules of the ancients and opening up one's own life is the realm of self.

My potential is the true state of selflessness.”

When I said this, the literati and scholars around me who knew calligraphy couldn't help but nod their heads frequently.

They deeply agreed with my opinion.

According to my opinion, this scholar naturally cannot reach any of the three realms.

The scholar was still unconvinced: "I'm afraid some people may not be able to do what they say."

I knew that he had unknowingly fallen into the trap I designed, so I smiled slightly and said, "I know a thing or two about calligraphy.

Please give me some advice."

The people around me applauded in unison.

Of course, some of them really wanted to see me write, and some were deliberately trying to make fun of me.

The scholar’s ​​business was the best in the entire calligraphy and painting street.

His peers were jealous, and some people actively wanted to dampen his spirit.

Naturally, his peers Can't get it.

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Two good people had already brought the painting table over, and I asked Caixue to place the pens, inks, paper and inkstones one by one on the table.

Everyone spread out and stood in a circle around me, just waiting to watch my performance.

I wiped my hands with the clean hand towel I brought with me.

This is a habit I have developed since I was a child.

My calligraphy has not been taught by any famous teacher, but in the palace of Dakang, there are calligraphy handed down from ancient times.

Treasure.

I started copying Yan Zhenqing's Nephew Memorial Manuscript when I was five years old.

After my mother died, I began to devote myself to copying Wang Xizhi's Orchid Pavilion Preface.

It's so real at the age of twelve.

I picked up the wolf hair and wrote a line of big characters on the rice paper that was the same as the banner he hung.

I use the pen to go back and forth in a straight direction, but with a grand and vigorous attitude.

I use the pen vigorously and vigorously.

Once I wash away the vulgarity and polish in his books, you must know that this is the weakness of his writings.

Complexity tends to be dense, dynamic, and dense; simplicity tends to be sparse, quiet, and light.

The two merge and grow together, changing and evolving, and their meanings are endless.

Most of the people around me were knowledgeable people.

When they saw that I was doing it with a single stroke, the crowd kept exclamating in amazement.

The middle-aged scholar's eyes were fixed on the banner I wrote for a long time.

Youdao was not afraid of not knowing the goods, but afraid of comparing goods.

He immediately realized that the gap between him and me was huge.

The middle-aged scholar said in a trembling voice: "What you just said still counts."

What he was referring to was naturally my words in exchange for one hundred taels of silver.

I smiled lightly and said, "Sir, do you think it's still possible?"

The scholar lowered his head with a red face, then raised his head again, bit his lower lip, and seemed to have made up his mind: "I will give you two hundred taels of silver."

Before I had time to answer him, I heard a clear voice from the crowd saying: "Such a good word is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so I want it, three thousand taels of silver."

There is such a courageous person in the capital of Qin.

Not much, not to mention that this was in front of King Zhuying Qiuqi's guild hall.

A smile appeared on the corners of my lips, and when I turned around, I had already put on a surprised and confused expression

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