The door of the cottage opened, and out of it came a woman wearing a peony cheongsam, white and pure, tall, with a beautiful face, a string of pearl necklaces around her neck, and a pair of white high heels on her feet.
"Hey, isn't this the home of an old artist?
How do I feel like I'm in a kiln?
” Jiang Xiaobai can be regarded as reading countless women, and when she sees that this woman has pretty eyebrows and eyes, although she has a bit of a posture, she looks a little vulgar, and she knows that she is not a good woman.
"Who is looking for my husband?"
The woman opened her mouth, and her voice was as crisp and pleasant as a yellow bird, and it was very good.
"Mr.
Hou is your husband?"
Jiang Xiaobai thought to himself that this old artist really knew how to eat tender grass, and found such a young and beautiful woman.
The woman smiled lightly, threw a flattering glance at Jiang Xiaobai, and said angrily: "This gentleman is not Mr.
His, Mr. is my honorific title for Mr.
Hou, I am just his apprentice." ” "It's good that I'm not a goddaughter."
Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.
The woman suddenly straightened her face: "Why do you talk like this!"
” "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm kidding, forgive me for not saying anything."
Jiang Xiaobai hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "I want to ask to see Mr.
Hou, I don't know if you can arrange it for a beautiful woman?"
” "Don't call me a beauty, how cheesy it is!"
The woman said.
Jiang Xiaobai was puzzled and said with a smile: "Then how should I call you?"
” "Call me Qingxuan."
The woman said, "This is the name given to me by my husband." ” Qing Xuan always put the words "my husband" on his lips, which made Jiang Xiaobai always think that the cheongsam beauty in front of him was Hou Zhen's tender grass.
There is no need to inquire, Jiang Xiaobai also knows that the relationship between Qingxuan and Hou Zhen is by no means as simple as a master and apprentice, how can there be a master who keeps such a young and beautiful little apprentice at home.
This Hou Zhen doesn't seem to be a good thing, and he has insulted the good reputation left by his ancestors.
"Mr.
Qingxuan, is Mr.
Hou here?
I would like to pay my respects to Mr.
Hou.
Jiang Xiaobai said.
Qing Xuan said: "My husband is copying scriptures at the moment, and no one is allowed to disturb him."
You're waiting outside. ” Jiang Xiaobai smiled: "I can wait, but I don't know when Mr.
Hou will finish?"
” "Finished?"
Qing Xuan raised his tender fingers and pointed at Jiang Xiaobai, "Can copying scriptures be described as such an elegant thing?"
You're so uninteresting. ” "I'm a rough man, and I don't want to be elegant."
Jiang Xiaobai said.
"You mean to say that my husband and I are vassals?"
Qing Xuan's face is raised.
"No, no, you're really elegant."
Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.
"Wait!"
After speaking, Qing Xuan turned around and left.
Jiang Xiaobai looked at the rippling hips under the cheongsam, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, thinking that Hou Zhen, an old artist, is really a good fortune, and I don't know if he can do it or not, but don't die on a woman's belly.
Not long after, Qingxuan went back and opened the door of the fence.
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"My husband is invited!"
Jiang Xiaobai walked in and followed behind Qing Xuan, admiring the seductive back of this cheongsam beauty.
When I entered the house, I saw a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the couch, with an incense burner beside him.
"Mr.
Hou, I'm glad to meet you."
Jiang Xiaobai bowed and gave the old artist a fake salute.
At this time, Hou Zhencai, who had his eyes closed, opened his eyes and showed a kind smile like an elder.
"Hello kid, is there anything wrong with finding the old decay?"
Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile: "Mr.
Hou is highly respected, so I naturally came here."
Zheng Xia mentioned to me that there was a dinner in a few days, and I hope Mr.
Hou can appreciate his face. ” "No, no."
Hou Zhen didn't seem to think about it and refused.
"I'm old, my legs and feet are not flexible, I just want to stay in this grass hut to burn incense and chant sutras, and other than that, I don't care about the world."
"Mr.
Hou, Sister Xia said that you are warm-hearted, and I also have an important guest to entertain, and he is as obsessed with calligraphy as you are.
You are the Taishan Beidou of the calligraphy world, and he very much hopes to ask you for advice.
Jiang Xiaobai said.
"Young man, do you have a problem with your ears?
I have already said that I will not go, even if the king of heaven invites me, I still don't go.
I advise you to leave quickly, my old man is not very good-tempered.
Hou Zhen has already begun to blow his beard and stare at him.
Jiang Xiaobai wanted to say anything more, but was stopped by Qing Xuan.
"This gentleman, the meaning of my gentleman is already obvious.
I advise you not to waste your lips and tongues here again.
Here's please!
” After speaking, Qing Xuan opened the door, and Hou Zhen had already closed his eyes again.
Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and sighed bitterly, and walked out of the grass house, things were not at all different from what he imagined.
Qing Xuan also walked out, Jiang Xiaobai thought it was a polite send-off, but he didn't know that Qing Xuan came out with another deep meaning.
"Alas, I really don't know what to say about you, after all, you are still young, and you don't know the basic rules of how to do things for literati."
Qing Xuan intentionally or unintentionally counted down Jiang Xiaobai a few words.
"What the hell am I doing wrong?"
Jiang Xiaobai asked himself if there was anything rude, even if he criticized Hou Zhen, it was in his heart, could it be that the old guy could not read minds?
Qingxuan said: "How can you come to visit like this?"
Even if you go to a relative, you can't leave your hands empty, right?
My husband is the most courteous person, and you are disrespecting him the most. ” Jiang Xiaobai realized that he didn't give a gift.
"Dare to ask the female gentleman, what does the old gentleman like?"
Qing Xuan smiled and said, "I can't say this, it depends on whether you have a heart or not." ” Jiang Xiaobai noticed that she had been fiddling with the jade bracelet on her wrist intentionally or unintentionally when she spoke, which was the hint that Qing Xuan gave him.
Jiang Xiaobai understood that Hou Zhen, an old artist, originally liked valuables.
"Thank you, gentleman, for the hint."
Jiang Xiaobai left the cottage.
On the way back to the city, he called Zheng Xia, asked Zheng Xia carefully about Hou Zhen's situation, and learned that the old guy really loved money.
Zheng Xia's advice to him was to send money directly, and money was Hou Zhen's favorite thing.
Jiang Xiaobai inquired about the market from Zheng Xia again, and Zheng Xia told Jiang Xiaobai that he could give Hou Zhen 50,000 yuan.
"It's really easy for the old guy to make money, invite him to a meal, and you have to pour him 50,000 yuan."
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Jiang Xiaobai was very reluctant to give money to Hou Zhen, and he didn't want to give a penny, but there was no way, who let him ask for something.
That night, Jiang Xiaobai came to Hou Zhen's grass house again.
At night, it was pitch black all over the mountains, and only there were some lights in the grass house.
(The second watch, there is another watch today.) ） ;