Youhua thought to myself, if I silently wrote three hundred Tang poems, the old man would have to be crazy. Then he ignored him and ate tea with Xiao Wu Qingzhi, and he also ate a lot of snacks brought by Qingzhi. Xiao Wu saw that the snacks were getting less and less, so he quickly put them away.

After drinking two pots of tea, the old man was still awake, so the young man wanted to leave. There was a time limit for her trip.

When the old man saw that the young man was about to leave, he hurriedly grabbed him.

"Come on, girl, please give me another article," she said, then she flipped through the calligraphy and painting tank and took out a painting and opened it on the table.

The young man had no choice but to step forward. This is a picture of snow plum blossoms.

Youhua thought about a few poems about plum blossoms, and finally chose the most appropriate one:

Mei Xue is competing for spring but is willing to surrender, and the money is paid for the Sao Renge.

The plum beard is three points whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum.

The old man is crazy again. I don’t know what year it will be.

Youzi probably won’t be awake for a while, so he didn’t say goodbye to him and left quietly.

Xiaowu was sent outside the door and admired Youzi more and more. "In the past, I have only seen others see the old man's poetry and paintings, but I never thought that the old man could do this."

Young man felt ashamed and comforted himself. Even if he went to ancient times to promote national culture, although it was plagiarism, it also promoted social progress. What is important is poetry, not the person who wrote poetry.

After some psychological construction, Youfeng suddenly felt that he had a tall image and had a long way to go.

Old Master Han was crazy for half a day, and then he woke up a little at night. The next day, he took Xiaowu back to Beijing and went to the famous Moxiang Pavilion in the capital to install calligraphy and paintings.

As soon as these two paintings were taken out, the boss of Moxiang Pavilion was stunned. The boss of Moxiang Pavilion claimed that he had seen the world. Those famous contemporary artists came to Moxiang Pavilion to frame calligraphy and paintings. The identification of ancient paintings and the restoration of calligraphy and paintings are also unique to Moxiang Pavilion. The boss of Moxiang Pavilion brought a bit of arrogance in elegance.

He was also familiar with the old master Han Wenzheng. He was once a senior minister of the Hanlin Academy. His literary attainments were excellent. Later, he disdained the intrigue in the officialdom and resigned and went to the idle clouds and wild cranes. He took the position of honorary dean at the famous Songshan Academy. He occasionally went to the academy to teach for a few days. Whenever he went, the academy was overcrowded, and many students who were not academy also tried every means to find ways to get in.

The boss of Moxiang Pavilion was stunned for a long time when he asked Old Master Han with a shy face, "Director Han doesn't know if he wants to give up..." Han Wenzheng has a profound attainment ink painting, but he is arrogant and he is reluctant to give away his paintings. Therefore, there are not many circulating on the market, and it is hard to find a single painting. Today, this painting is accompanied by such exquisite and appropriate verses, which is even more amazing. If you can get one, it can be a treasure in the store.

Old Master Han was so alert that he wanted to take back the calligraphy and paintings, "No more framed."

The boss of Moxiang Pavilion hurriedly held down Old Master Han's hand, "Director Han, don't be upset, I will frame it in two days and personally send it to President Han's house."

Old Master Han said stingyly, "I think you have bad intentions, so I don't need you anymore. I'll frame it myself."

The boss of Moxiang Pavilion smiled and said, "Free frame."

Old Master Han shook his head.

The boss of Moxiang Pavilion continued, "Give another Duan inkstone."

Old Master Han continued to shake his head.

The boss of Moxiang Pavilion gritted his teeth, "I'm a fool!"

Old Master Han relaxed his hand with satisfaction, "You can copy it, but don't copy all my signatures."

The boss of Moxiang Pavilion said embarrassedly, "Don't dare, don't dare."

At this time, someone in Moxiang Pavilion had noticed this place and quietly came up. When he saw the inscription on it, he couldn't help but exclaim. The people in the store all surrounded him in an instant. The chances of meeting fine and meticulous items in Moxiang Pavilion were the highest, and these literati were very sensitive.

The boss of Moxiang Pavilion cleanly put away the calligraphy and paintings, causing a stir.

The boss of Moxiang Pavilion ignored it and ruthlessly carried calligraphy and painting to the back hall. Old Master Han followed in, and he had to give some more careful advice.

"Oh, I only saw that the words were very elegant and elegant." "I only looked at the paintings, but I didn't have time to read the words." "That poem is exquisite, but unfortunately I only read two sentences."

Someone asked the student who first saw calligraphy and paintings, and the student said blankly, "Walk to the end of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise"... and stopped talking.

"What a wonderful thing!" "Director Han deserves to be a literary master", "Director Han is open-minded"...

Old Master Han returned to the thatched cottage after his calligraphy and paintings were framed.

Old Master Han asked Xiaowu to call Youhua over, and as soon as he met, he asked Youhua to write a poem, "He Yat-tou, it's a pity that your good poem was wasted. Think about it again and make a poem."

Young man rolled his eyes wildly. If he wrote poems every day, the Tang and Song lyrics he recited might not be enough. "Old man, the articles are natural, and he got them by hand. How could I have so many inspirations?"

"Miracle, wonderful! I'll write it down." Old Master Han flexibly took three steps and two steps in front of the desk. "The article is natural, and I got it by hand. Good sentences, good sentences, insightful and incisive!"

Here comes again... "I'm going back, old man, and I'm going to copy the scriptures."

Old Master Han put down his pen and stopped Youfeng, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, He Yat-tou, I'll discuss something with you." He asked Youfeng to sit down with the old master, "Have you heard of Han Wenzheng?"

Young man shook his head.

Old Master Han touched his nose awkwardly, "It's normal for the woman in your boudoir to know. Han Wenzheng used to be a Grand Secretary of the Hanlin Academy and is now a famous dean at Songshan Academy. His calligraphy and paintings are very famous and he doesn't give them to others easily. I heard that they are very valuable."

Youzi looked at the old man blankly, "What?" He said that his cousins ​​were still studying in Songshan Academy, but they could not mention it at this time, so as not to be proud of the old man.

Old Master Han cleared his throat, "I am Han Wenzheng."

Youzi cooperated and said, "Look for a long time."

Old Master Han saw that Youhua was perfunctory and felt that his self-esteem was hurt for the first time. The literati were very enthusiastic about him! Old Master Han felt that the following words were a little unspeakable, "That... look at my calligraphy and paintings here, which one do you like, how about changing one picture to another poem?"

Youhua looked at the old master Han in front of you. Are all the hidden scholars like this?

Youhua didn't understand ink painting, but he learned sketching when he was a child in his previous life. So he picked out a random landscape painting, "The old man will tell you a topic, I'll see if I can do it."

Old Master Han looked at the bush of bamboo outside the window, "Let's just like this bamboo."

Youzi pondered for a while, walked to the desk, and picked up his pen and wrote:

The small thatched hut is by the flowing water, and it is easy to settle down in peace and contentment.

The wind destroys the body and the roots are still straight, and the snow presses the waist and branches to strengthen the ambition.

He is well-known and always keeps his integrity, and has a clear mind of the valley and a dark smoke.

Frost, heat and heat are fearless, and are beautiful in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Seeing that Old Master Han was deeply trapped in it again and could not extricate himself, Young Master walked away with Hua in his arms.

After that, Youxiu exchanged poems for a few more calligraphy and paintings, and the guilt of plagiarism came again, so he refused to go to the cottage again.
Chapter completed!