"Shopkeeper Han stays there, thank you, I'll visit you again in a few days!"

Zhao Qi and Han Lei came down from Baihua Tower and walked to the door, Zhao Qi bowed and said goodbye.

"It's easy to say, then I'll wait for the good news from Brother Zhao!" Han Lei smiled and bowed to him.

Zhao Qi walked out of Baihua Tower, and Donggua rushed over in the carriage. Zhao Qi was about to get on the carriage when suddenly a sinister voice sounded behind him: "Xiaoyou Zhao, is it fun to go shopping in the kiln?"

Zhao Qi shivered and turned around. He saw a thin and thin old man with gray hair who was actually an acquaintance. So he smiled and bowed and said, "It turns out to be Jueweng. Why, are you here to visit the kiln?"

The old man staggered and almost hit the ground, twitching his face and said with an upset face: "I am so old, why are you visiting the kiln?"

"Hey, Jue Weng was joking. Why do you need to be of age when you visit a brothel? A famous scholar like Jue Weng is still a guest on the bed even if he is 100 years old. Not to mention that there are sluts like Liu Yong in front of him, and there are also seniors like Zhang Xian, the eighteen bride, the eighteenth bride, the pale hair and red makeup, the mandarin ducks are in pairs of nights in the quilt, and a tree of pear blossoms pressing against the crabapple. Jue Weng is getting stronger now, and it is time to visit a brothel!"

Zhao Qi felt like he met a confidant. He had been to the brothel for the first time in his two lives. He was a little nervous and shy, but he didn't expect to meet an old man like Wu Wenying, who was in his sixties, who also came to visit the brothel. He suddenly felt much more calm.

The more Zhao Qi said, the more he became, the more he became less and less. Wu Wenying waved his hand with a little dark face and said, "Since you have come to the county town, why didn't you visit me at my house? Could it be that Duke Chong has left and I don't have enough face?"

"How dare you? Jueweng said this and made the boy feel ashamed. He came here in a hurry today and did not prepare a gift. He originally wanted to visit Jueweng after he finished his work!" Zhao Qi quickly apologized.

"It's better to have a day than choose a day. I just have free time today. You're over in the brothel. Come back for a cup of tea and go!" Wu Wenying didn't give Zhao Qi a chance to explain, and waved to a carriage to get on. Zhao Qi had to smile bitterly and instruct Donggua to drive behind him.

The carriage rushes along the stone street, and turns several streets. Wu Wenying gets off in front of a courtyard. After paying the fare, the carriage leaves, and Zhao Qi's carriage also stops.

Looking at the empty lintel and plaque above the gate, Zhao Qi was a little silenced.

"My husband's family is poor and has to have poetry all his life. This is a friend's house. I'll lend it to me for the time being. Don't want to see you, please!"

Wu Wenying led the way, and Donggua drove the carriage into the yard. An old servant came to help untied the horse and pulled it to the stable to tie it.

"Brother Qi, if you have something to do, just chat. I'll go out for a while!" Donggua felt boring to drink tea, and at the same time she was very conscious of a coachman, knowing that Zhao Qi couldn't get into the mouth and even more so.

"Okay, don't run away!" Zhao Qi nodded.

"Don't worry, I'll just go around nearby. I won't go far. Just call me after you finish your work!" Donggua agreed to leave the yard.

After the winter melon left, Zhao Qi began to look at the entire courtyard.

It is an ordinary courtyard house. The main hall is a blue brick and tile house, and the two sides are two-story buildings with wood and stone structures. The courtyard is not big or small. In addition to the stables and kitchen, the water well pavilion is staggered in flowers, plants and trees. There are several clusters of beautiful yellow and white chrysanthemums under the wall, which adds a bit of beautiful autumn scenery to the courtyard, which makes people shine.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountain. Jueweng's chrysanthemums are really good, one dragon's beard... one snow plant... and this one seems to be..."

When Zhao Qi was pretending to be in trouble, he actually found that one of them didn't recognize him. When he was squatting in front of the flower and scratching his head, a gentle and gentle voice sounded behind him: "This one is called Yaotai Yufeng!"

The voice seemed familiar. Zhao Qi turned around and stood up with surprise on his face and bowed: "It turned out to be Miss Yuechan!"

The girl has a pink pomegranate skirt, a short moon-white rosy, long hair shawl, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, a pretty face is shy, and two little maids are following behind her, with exactly the same outfit, one big and two small, looking pleasing to the eye.

"Yuechan has seen Mr. Zhao!" Facing Zhao Qi's surprised and astonished eyes, the girl was blessed.

"I have seen Mr. Zhao!" Even the little maid bowed with her.

"I'd love to meet you. I thought Miss Yuechan left Qingyuan Mansion with Duke Chongguo, but I didn't expect you to be in Yin County!" Zhao Qi said quickly.

"Grandpa went to Ezhou to fight a war. He was worried that it would be unsafe to go there, so he left me here. Unexpectedly, he would still meet Mr. Zhao today. This is a blessing!"

"So that's it. I was still thinking about this last time. I thought Chongguo Guild would send you to Huizhou to reunite with your parents, but I didn't expect you to stay!"

"The court was urging me to the point, and I was not familiar with Huizhou. I live with Grandpa Jueweng here and learn some poetry, calligraphy and painting!"

"Haha, I'm afraid this is a bit boring!"

"It's a bit, but in addition to playing the piano and writing, I have to thank Mr. Zhao for the small fish tank I gave last time, which has relieved me a lot of boredom..."

"Qing'er, don't just talk, go and prepare tea. You have to make a cup of tea for me today!"

Just as the two stood together and talked some unnutritious saliva to each other, Wu Wenying stood in front of the living room and greeted him loudly.

The girl instantly blushed with pink neck: "Young Master Zhao, go to the guest room to rest, I'll prepare tea!"

"Then I'll bother Miss Yuechan!" Zhao Qi quickly bowed, and after the girl was blessed, she took two little maids to the side room. Zhao Qi walked to the front of the living room and smiled and said to Wu Wenying: "Jueweng, why do you look at Miss Yuechan strange today?"

"Well, where is Qing'er wrong?" Wu Wenying asked slowly while pulling her beard.

"I saw Miss Yuechan lively and cheerful before, but today I blushed before I could speak. Could it be that I was sick?" Zhao Qi said in confusion.

Wu Wenying glanced at Zhao Qi and waved her hand into the house, and said as she walked, "I'm afraid there are too many lively ladies you have seen in the kiln today. Qing'er is a lady from a family and doesn't go out on weekdays. Isn't it normal to see you, a young man, a little shy?"

Is this really the case? Zhao Qi looked at the side room in confusion and followed him into the living room.

On the wall facing us is a landscape painting, which seems to be imitating Fan Kuan's "Traveling in the West Mountains", but the layout is much simpler. The landscapes are all with just a few strokes that are almost abstract, which is very different from the fine brushwork paintings in the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Qiaomu has clouds. Visit the ancient traces of the hero Zhongxing, secretly chasing the past. The warship east wind scatters and makes a dream to break the hometown of Shenzhou..."

As a former antique lover, he has no resistance to various ancient calligraphy and paintings.

The calligraphy and painting of the Song Dynasty can be said to be the most passionate and eternal topic in the collection industry.

The price is naturally beyond the reach, and there were no more than 100 million yuan in various trade fairs.

If you can't afford it, you can still buy some high-quality fakes or literary books to study and relieve your drooling.

There are several high-quality copy and photocopy remake versions of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" at Zhao Qi's family. When you have nothing to do, you will take a magnifying glass to take a look.

A single science was born in a pair of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", which developed the rigorous painting art of boundary painting to the extreme, and also led to countless imitators in later generations.

Zhang Zeduan was probably the least famous artist in the Song Dynasty, and could only be regarded as a last-rate figure among court painters, without any sign of dew.

As for the works of other calligraphers and painters, Su Huang, Mi and Cai, they are even more worthless. The original high-definition remakes are tens of thousands of replicas, which are not affordable for the poor.
Chapter completed!