Everyone was in amazement.

This trip to Zheng's family was a grand and exciting one, and everyone he found was everyone. Most of the people in Ouyang Xiu, Fan Zhongyan and Wen Yanbo in the calligraphy world did not see their names, but their talent was already famous. Not to mention Du Yan and Zhou Yue in the capital, the Su brothers were also very talented.

There are several people on the painting path, most of them have never seen Yan Su's paintings, but they have heard of them. Song Cheng's painting skills are also heard, but Brother is just a legend. I'm afraid that even the emperor has not seen his paintings. Yan Wengui and

Gao Keming is a great player.

Which drug seller is the one who came out of the game?

He was puzzled by Zheng Lang's choice of this person, and he was not worth it for Zheng Lang.

However, Zheng Lang was not angry.

Don’t you want to be elegant? Who doesn’t want to live a comfortable life? But how many people can do it?

At this time, Xu Daoning even had a problem with his livelihood. Do he still have the intention to communicate his painting skills with him?

He smiled slightly and said, "Sir, I like that boy. Can you buy it for me?"

"Okay, how much do you pay?" Selling dog skin plaster is the same as selling paintings, as long as you have money.

"How about fifty taels of silver?"

The onlookers were in an uproar again, and some shouted: "Zheng Jialang, how could he be happy if he gave him a hundred copper coins."

"I can't give it to you, boy, it's not worth it."

There are too many, and Chen is an exception. One is the "Spring Dragon Raising Pad" which is a masterpiece by Gao Keming, and the other is that the status of a businessman is still far from that of a scholar-official, just like Chelsea and Manchester City who later bought players, and it was their turn to buy it, and it turned into 30 million. In the real market, such as Huang Keming and Yan Wengui's top masterpieces, which are more than 100 gold. Of course, if it is a representative work, such as Yan Wengui's "Jiangshanlou Guantu", no matter how much money it is, it is difficult to measure. Another big or rare exquisite small piece is only a few dozen gold. If it is an ordinary small piece, it is just a few taels of silver to dozens of gold.

Just talking about paintings, the painting "Autumn Mountain Picture" that Xu Daoning just painted is at most ten taels of silver. This is aside from fame. If it is sold now, Zheng Lang's imitation "The Picture of the Lotus Comes out of the Water" is likely to be bought with dozens of taels of silver. No one in Xu Daoning's painting may have paid 500 copper coins to buy it.

Xu Daoning's old face finally turned red and he stuttered: "It's not worth it, it's too much."

"Not many, the painting skills of the king will be famous all over the world in the future, but I don't have a keen eye yet." Zheng Lang said gently. There were many strange people in the Song Dynasty that made future generations laugh and cry, and Xu Daoning was one of them, but most of them were forced to make a living. If he was like Yan Wengui and was awarded by the painting academy, would it be like this? He reached out and said, "Please."

Fifty taels of silver were taken away, and Xu Daoning asked him to fold his waist at this moment, and fifty taels of silver! He drew it seriously. This time it was a central axis and he was more careful. It was not until the evening that the painting was done, and Zheng Lang stood by and looked at it. Because he was carefully painted, just in terms of painting skills, this "Spring Mountains, Forests and Streams" was no less than his famous work "Fisherfather's Picture". This picture alone, regardless of the inspiration brought to him by observation, fifty taels of silver was worth it.

"Thank you." Zheng Lang took the painting, bowed again, got on the ox cart and left. He came and walked, and never dragged on the mud, so he was very casual. Many people looked at his back and disappeared, and then looked at Xu Daoning enviously. Tomorrow, this medicine seller will become famous in the capital.

The fact is also true. The next day, someone finally came to ask for painting. First, it was a merchant, but later it gradually became famous. More people admitted his paintings, and even literati and officials asked him for paintings. However, this boy remained unchanged. He had money, ate and drank wildly, and had a high wine. He had a conflict with his brother in the capital, beating the brother half to death, and fled back to Chang'an. He arrived at Chang'an City before, and was surrounded by yamen runners, and he lost a lot of money. He knew it was his nature, and the big things turned into small things and small things turned into laughter and cry. The case was amused and unsuccessful.

However, this kind of nature killed the officials of the Chinese Academy of Painting and did not dare to include him in the Academy of Painting. The old boy acted too badly!

...

Painting is not only about landscapes, but also about characters, animals, flowers, trees, feathers, ghosts and gods, and houses. This is a profound art.

But Zheng Lang's trip ended here, and there were many people who opposed it, which made Zheng Lang feel powerless. His painting skills could not keep up. He was too anxious and the effect would not be very big, and he did not dare to share too much. Therefore, it was enough to observe three of them.

It is still very good that he brings some harvest, but this harvest is now a seed, and it will take a wait for it to sprout, grow, bloom, bear fruit, and finally harvest.

So I went to another line, Qin.

The first object is Liu Yuniang, and there was an agreement to make a promise.

After dinner, he came to Hongzhang Pavilion and asked a turtle slave to report. Soon after, Liu Yuniang came out wearing a big red cloak and came to Zheng Lang, stretched out her tender little hands and folded them on her lower abdomen, pressed her legs to kowtow, and stroked her temples. That is, the gift of blessing, not the gift of blessing in the Qing Dynasty, but the gift of caressing her temples in the Song Dynasty.

If you are slightly solemn, usually a woman will owe you a tribute.

This shows respect for Zheng Lang.

"I dare not act," Zheng Langxu helped him and brought Jiang Xing'er and Si'er to Liu Yuniang's boudoir. Liu Yuniang was a little resentful and thought to herself, why did you bring two little girls together when you come to my boudoir? It's hard to say. He brought Zheng Lang into the boudoir depressedly. This was Zheng Lang's second time entering the fragrant pavilion at the head of the brothel. He looked at the red quilts and green tents, and the smell of powder was also very strong and fragrant. Compared with Jiang Xing'er's simple boudoir, Liu Yufang's boudoir is more colorful and has a layer of ambiguous atmosphere.

A charcoal fire broke out in the house, warm as spring. Liu Yuniang took off her cloak, and inside was a long skirt with an open mouth gauze dress with a goose yellow bust. It was slightly exposed, but it was not too much. However, because her breasts were big, when she changed her waist, a pair of **s were faintly appearing. The clothes were not exposed, but this made people feel even more distracted.

Zheng Lang sighed, it was a pity that a good name. His real name was Liu Yufang, but in the Song Dynasty he liked to call women a girl, so he was mostly called Liu Yuniang. This name is very pure. However, although this woman has never had any relationship, she is definitely well aware of the true taste of the happy scene. The beauty prostitute who kept fighting in the Red Square has nothing to do with purity.

But I can only listen to her piano, it doesn't matter.

Liu Yuniang was very polite and asked the maid to make tea, bring a pot of fruit, and welcomed her warmly. Zheng Lang said, "I'm disturbing, I want to listen to your piano."

"Here." Even more disappointed.

But after thinking about it, I didn't want to really happen to this young man. What I wanted was this situation. I went to Beijing twice and entered the cabinet for the first time. It was my cabinet. When the matter spread, the storm of taking the piano was naturally dissolved. So a smile appeared on my face and said, "I dare not accept orders."

I played a few elegant songs.

There are many noble people in the capital, so they mainly focus on elegant songs. Zheng Lang doesn’t care about music, but he has more good songs in his mind. The key is to observe her technique. Just talking about piano skills, Liu Yuniang’s reputation in the capital is indeed far above Chen Siniang.

However, after listening to a few songs, Zheng Lang felt something out of place again. While listening, he thought, and suddenly realized it. The difference is the mind and nature!

The most intense, lonely and proud piano music, once the rulers rejected the door of elegant instruments. It was this kind of arrogance. People who play the piano well all have a cold and arrogant temperament. For example, Ji Kang and Liu Yuniang have absolutely had the skills of zither, but their minds are not enough. Therefore, the sound of the piano slips out under her hands and becomes charming. To put it simply, people play the piano to be elegant and entertaining, and she plays the piano to serve "color". Where can I find the meaning of nobility?

Thinking of this, I also watched it for nearly an hour and decided to leave.

Besides, men always have that idea. In this erotic environment, Liu Yuniang is wearing cool clothes. When she bent down to play the piano, her snow-white peaks appear and disappear from time to time. The soft and fragrant person is Zheng Lang. How much can she think about watching the piano?

"Let's leave now?"

"It's not too late, I'm disturbing."

"I'll give you a gift," she was about to feel a little panicked. She pulled her hairpin to the ground with her hand. A strand of black silk immediately spread out, but without any care, she put the big cloak on again, and it was not tightly tied, revealing a pile of snow-white on her chest, and then sent Zheng Lang out.

I don’t know if it was arranged by her intentionally. But when she came out, other friends didn’t see this way. Liu Yuniang’s hair was disheveled and her clothes were not tidy. She seemed to have a little flush on her face and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Seeing her erotic appearance, some friends showed a knowing smile, and some people even thought to themselves, why did the Zheng family bring two little girls in? Could it be...?

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