"Young Master, you're probably the first time you've been here?" When asked about the price, the owner of the museum said mysteriously, "We have a rule, which is different from the ordinary trading of calligraphy and paintings."

Youmeng was slightly stunned: "What rules? Tell me."

"Buying calligraphy in Luli Pavilion in my Luli Pavilion is about a keen eye. The seller often gives a reserve price first, while the buyer you like must offer an estimate." The owner gestured in his hand, "If the reserve price is exactly estimated and the penny is not bad, you will sell it directly at that price; if the estimate is lower than the reserve price, you can not buy it or increase the price; if it is higher than the reserve price, the difference between the two will be charged half as the commission of our library."

Youmeng secretly looked for thoughts and giggled, "Then aren't you sure you will make a profit?"

It was originally accusing them of being greedy for profit, but the owner of the museum was calm and smiled politely: "The literary brush and ink are priceless treasures. If they are willing to trade here, aren't they all making a name for themselves?"

"Interesting." Youmeng smiled carelessly and knocked the folding fan a few times in her palm, "Then follow your rules."

The owner of the museum smiled and said, "Young Master, please estimate the price."

I turned my eyes and wanted to look at the landscape painting carefully. Then I looked at it quietly, and my eyes were cruising on the scroll. The painting showed the beautiful and magnificent style of the twelve peaks of Wushan. The whole picture was elegant ink, and the mountains and water were arranged properly. The most amazing thing was the goddess of Wushan who was hiding in the misty clouds. Her graceful figure of lotus emerged from the water was half out of the lake, and was hidden in the clouds and mists. It was really the finishing touch in the painting.

Youmeng seemed to be in that cloud dream, and she suddenly said: "A branch of red dew condenses fragrance, clouds and rains in Wushan are heartbroken..."

Such a painting made her think of this sentence, but shortly after the speech fell, she could hear a quiet and gentle male voice from somewhere behind her: "I used to be a terrible and unstoppable water, but Wushan was not a cloud."

Youmeng's heart trembled by the sound, and she suddenly looked back and saw her eyes flying over the shadows of the mountains. At the end of the calligraphy and painting platform, a man in a long pale jade robe stood in the distance, leaning slightly towards her waist, as if he was focusing on appreciating the calligraphy and paintings in front of him, with his black hair falling like an ink shawl.

The voice seemed to be coming from him, but judging by his appearance, it seemed to be immersed in his own world, and it had nothing to do with everyone. Could it be that he was just a coincidence of chanting poetry, not intentionally to respond to her?

Youmeng was just confused. The owner smiled and asked, "Young Master, can you make an offer?"

Youmeng fell into deep thought again. Not far away from her at this time, Tang Wenshan, who was originally in the spotlight but was suddenly snatched by an unknown painting, felt very unhappy at this moment. He only heard him sneer coldly and said disdainfully: "No one wants this kind of nameless and angry gadget, anyway, he just needs one or two taels of silver, and he will take it away."

This was clearly said to Youmeng, but she just smiled and seemed to have not heard of it.

"I don't think so?"

A question suddenly came, Youmeng and everyone raised their eyes and saw a figure slowly walking towards him. It was the man in blue shirt who was just standing at the other end.

He walked slowly to Youmeng, very casual and natural, and looked down at the painting directly. "This painting is made of ink and light, dry and wet, which is very changeable." As he said that, he turned half of his face and looked at Youmeng intentionally, "It is elegant, romantic, poetic, and has the legacy of Gu Kaizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty?"

Youmeng felt a little confused at once. It was not because of the man's appearance. If you say that this man was indeed born with a handsome man, but he was not a beautiful man who amazed all living beings. The key was his understanding of paintings and witty words. Each sentence expressed the essence and pointed it into her heart.

"It's both the brushwork and the conception, it's amazing." The man in green looked at her and laughed indifferently. "I think this kind of painting technique shouldn't be buried by a few taels of silver."

It seemed as if he had met a soulmate, Youmeng was very happy. "Hey, I finally found someone to know the goods!" She happily shook her hand, unfolded the folding fan, half-coveredly turned her head, and asked the man, "This brother has a good vision, I don't know what to call him?"

The man held a folding fan and saluted: "I am the second surname of Murong, and his name is 'Yanyue'."
Chapter completed!