Chapter 214

The thousand year old ginseng was not sold, and a thousand taels of gold were also made. Zhuo Qingyan was walking on the way back to the house with a small mouth and an unhappy face. The nighthawk and the night wind looked at each other for several times, trying to make the captain happy, and their eyes turned to think of a way.

Zhuo Qingyan inadvertently turned around and saw a different shop on the road. The front was very elegant. The couplets decorated with wood on both sides of the door directly attracted her eyes.

When she saw the plaque again, she raised her eyebrows, and there was a smile in the corner of her mouth.

Night wind is thinking of a way, did not notice that she stopped, if not yean hand quickly pulled him for a while, directly hit her, as soon as she was looking at a shop, also looked at the past.

At this time, the Nighthawk stretched out his head and said, "Captain, this is an elegant Pavilion, which is the place where poems are recited and written. There are many scholars who come and go to meet with each other through poetry. Some people talk about the affairs of the current Dynasty. The LORD said that it is good to leave this shop and listen to it."

Zhuo Qing Yan also nodded: "really, brainstorming, speaking freely is not a bad thing, and here also can produce some talents."

The Nighthawk nodded with a smile. The captain thought the same as Wang Ye. This was also said by Wang Ye at that time.

Zhuo Qing Yan raised his head: "go, have a look..."

However, the people behind them are all embarrassed. They all know the characters. But to say that poetry is right for couplets, it's a total ignorance. Isn't it a shame to go in?

But the captain spoke, they are not easy to say what, can only follow with a bitter face.

Zhuo Qingyan opened the folding fan in his hand with a sound of "pa", and walked into the shop with "Yayun Pavilion" written on the plaque.

There are a lot of people here. Although the hall is not big, there are three walls of calligraphy works. Each of the fonts is different. It should be from different people. On the second floor of the shop, there are paintings, landscapes, flowers, fish and shrimp, people and so on. There are simple, elegant, fresh and simple. On the third floor, it is different. It is very quiet and no one is loud Talking, but full of people, there are still standing, one by one seriously staring at the table, should be playing chess.

A gray robe, elegant middle-aged man came over with a smile. He saw that he was a literati. He hugged her and said, "please come in, young master. It's not a great honor to visit the pavilion. I hope you can give me more advice..."

"Sir, I have a good reputation. When I pass by this pavilion and see the elegant name of the shop, I dare to step in. I'm a shallow scholar. I don't have to pay attention to us and others. We just look at it casually." Zhuo Qingyan is also polite to him.

"It's all right. All the people who can enter the pavilion are guests. Please help yourself." The man in grey still reached out politely, but in his eyes, it seemed that there was more than a glimmer of light.

Zhuo Qing Yan also just inadvertently saw, and then want to look carefully, this person has hands after the pace of steady walk to the hall.

She thought it was her mistake. After a second thought, she couldn't help but raise her lips. These literati are arrogant. Maybe they don't look like people with college literature. They were just courteous as shop keepers. If you look down on them, they really don't have any ink.

In her previous life, she only learned those ancient poems and classical Chinese when she was at school, and now she almost forgot. In this life, she has no chance to learn culture since she came here. She only mixes with these smelly boys every day.

She waved to the people behind her: "if you don't want to stay here, just go to the opposite restaurant and sit down. I'll go over and order some dishes and wait for me."

"Yes." After hearing this, the team members behind him happily answered, turned around and ran to the door, for fear that the captain would change his mind again.

Hearing the sound, she corrected her face and looked back again. There was no one around except night breeze, night hawk and night safety.

She had no choice but to shake her head, then walked forward a few steps, standing in the open space, looking at the words.

Her style is quite different. Some are grand, some are elegant, some are regular, and some are so rough that she can't recognize them. She sighed again, which shows her cultural level. However, the people standing in front of those words are chatting with each other in a lively and reasonable way.

She tooted her mouth again and turned to look at the night wind: "I feel my own culture..."

The night breeze chuckles: "I also can't understand."

"We are a bunch of Wufu." The Nighthawk answers immediately.

Zhuo Qingyan didn't feel ashamed. What happened to Wu Fu? Knowing characters, understanding the key points of the task, and not making mistakes in the implementation, is already a smart Wufu.

Taking the three of them to the second floor, there are not a few people standing here. In front of each painting, there are people who stop to watch and comment on. Zhuo Qingyan looks like a lantern, until she sees the black-and-white ink painting hanging on the second floor where there are few people. Her eyes must be fixed.

Is this a picture? But in her view, it was more like a map, a map of mountains, rivers and rivers, but the scene in this picture was very familiar to her.

However, because the mountain and river were blocked by the tiny gray color, it seemed that they could not be seen. However, it was just like this, which made her feel familiar.She looked at the painting for a long time. Suddenly, she squatted down and twisted her head into a 90 degree angle. Looking up from below, she saw a smile in her mouth and eyes at the same time. Sure enough

It seems that someone has found it, but the technique is similar to that of Zi Zhiqing in those years. He uses paintings to find people. Can people in Qinhuai area only do this?

She stood up again, pointed to the painting, and said to the Nighthawk nearby, "go and ask the shopkeeper if this picture is for sale."

"Yes." The Nighthawk also knew what the captain had seen. No one looked at the painting and squatted to see it. He immediately asked.

But as soon as he left, someone had already approached them. When Zhuo Qingyan looked back, he saw a tall man in white with elegant elegance standing in front of her. His eyebrows were flat, his eyes were deep, his face was pale and his mouth was smiling. He looked no more than 20 years old.

"Do you like this painting His voice is very good, calm without loss of magnetism, very comfortable.

"Yes, it's asking if the store is selling." Zhuo Qingyan's heart mirror is the same, this person is the big boss in this shop, and receive her downstairs, but is the subordinate.

"All the calligraphy and paintings in this shop are for sale. What price can you give me?" The man in white smiles again, as if he is very happy to open.

Zhuo Qingyan lightly picked her eyebrows: "since the sale should be marked out, let me bid? Do you sell it at any price? "