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Chapter 117 Selling Paintings
"Huang Yong, Huang Qizhi, is willing to go."

When the atmosphere in the teahouse was sluggish, someone suddenly shouted.

Li Xia glanced, and saw that the person talking was the young scholar who had nodded to him just now.

Following the shout of the young scholar Huang Yong, someone soon expressed his willingness to go.However, there were also people who bluntly said that they were afraid of failing to live up to their family's expectations, and all the students expressed their understanding.

"Lin Zezu, Lin Xingzhou, is willing to write a letter with Brother Liu and Brother Chen!"

"Zeng Wei, Taoist Zeng, is willing to go."

"..."

After Huang Yong finished shouting, he sat directly opposite Li Xia.

"Huang Yong, character tool, from Putian County, Fujian Road." He gave his name, and asked Li Xia, "I don't know how to call him?"

Li Xia said: "Tang Yin, the name is Bohu."

"I don't think Bohu is very old, but twenty?"

Li Xia nodded and said, "Yes."

Huang Yong said: "I was twenty-six at the time, the third year of Shaoding, and I was born in the year of Gengyin."

"Brother Huang." Li Xia cupped his hands.

Huang Yong said: "You can call me 'Qi Zhi'. I have been paying attention to you just now, and I think you have calm eyes and a calm demeanor. You must be an extraordinary person."

"Brother Qi is too famous..."

At this time, when Huang Yong yelled the first sentence, there were already people around whispering about it.

"Who is this person?"

"Huang Yong, Huang Qizhi, a disciple of Lord Houcun."

"What? A disciple of Duke Liu? He is actually a disciple of Duke Liu."

"Grand Liu? Is it really Mr. Liu of the 'Youth Conceited Lingyun Pen'?"

"Yes."

"It's actually Liu Gong's disciple..."

Suddenly, there was a rather ear-piercing voice.

"Oh, it's not that Huang Qizhi has a talent for writing. He and Liu Kezhuang are both from Putian, and they're just fellow villagers."

Zhou Zhenyan got down from the table at some point, squinted at Huang Yong, and said, "Besides, who knows if he is really Liu Kezhuang's disciple? Maybe it's just bragging."

Huang Yong was still chatting with Li Xia, and he ignored Zhou Zhenyan when he heard the words, and sneered.

Zhou Zhenyan was still talking.

"I've seen this kind of thing a lot. Because I'm from the same town as Liu Kezhuang, I brag about it everywhere, for fear that no one will praise him. It's ridiculous."

"Fu Ling, stop calling Mr. Liu by his first name."

"Didn't the name be used for it?" Zhou Zhenyan said: "Liu Kezhuang slandered the current affairs and disobeyed the officials. Should I still call him 'Liu Gong'? Do you also want to disobey the officials?"

"Zhou Fuling! You are enough!" Liu Fu who was standing on the table finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted loudly.

Huang Yong raised his hand and said, "Brother Sheng, don't pay attention to him."

Liu Fu said: "It's too presumptuous, it can be tolerated, what can't be tolerated?!"

Huang Yong laughed and said, "Perhaps Brother Zhou just wanted to quarrel with us so that he could leave without going to Fu Que to write a letter."

"Yellow Qi! Don't you want to spitting blood!" Zhou Zhenyan was furious, pointed at Huang Yong, and cursed: "A person who pretends to be a fool, dare to use the heart of a villain to treat a gentleman's belly?!"

Huang Yong said: "Brother Zhou, please go to the letter together."

Zhou Zhenyan said: "You are going because you have selfish intentions. Liu Kezhuang has long been unemployed at home, and Dong Xianggong wanted to come up with him when he was there, but Ding Daquan stopped him on the grounds of "being proud of his talent". You want to deal with Ding Daquan because of your selfish intentions. , not to serve the country!"

"Didn't Brother Zhou say that I'm a fake Liu Gong disciple?"

"you!"

Huang Yong said seriously: "I will at least go, brother Zhou please go with me."

Zhou Zhenyan stared at Huang Yong bitterly, and said, "I don't want to be with villains like you."

After finishing speaking, he hummed heavily and walked away.

A few more people hurriedly followed Zhou Zhenyan.

……

Liu Fu, Chen Yizhong and others are old and prudent, they don't bother to talk to them, and continue to communicate with others.

Huang Yong looked at Li Xia again, cupped his hands and said, "I made Bohu laugh."

"It's okay."

Huang Yong said: "When I was studying at home, I never thought that someone in the world could be so annoying. It's a pity for his good face."

Li Xia nodded without commenting.

Huang Yong asked again: "Bohu doesn't seem to be interested in these noises."

Li Xia thought for a while, and said: "What I saw today is that there are cliques forming endless disputes in the court, and there are also cliques forming endless disputes in the Taixue."

Huang Yong was taken aback, sighed, and said, "Yes, my vision is not as wide as yours."

He looked at Li Xia again, with more hospitality in his eyes, and asked, "Bohu, why don't you write a letter with me? Oh, I'm not forcing you, but... I want to know if you and I are like-minded."

"No." Li Xia shook his head.

"Why?"

"I'm not too student, so I'm not qualified to write a letter."

"Ha." Huang Yong smiled and said, "Bohu is really a wonderful person."

Li Xia observed his expression, seeing that he was almost done, got up and walked outside.

Sure enough, Huang Yong followed.

Speaking of which, Liu Fu and Chen Yizhong, who are nearly forty years old and have rich experience, have never been the target of Li Xia's friendship, but young people like Huang Yong are.

"Bohu, where are you going?"

"Selling paintings."

"Where to sell paintings? How about I find some classmates to sell for you?"

Li Xia walked out of the teahouse, turned her head to look, and saw Zhou Zhenyan and a few people not far in front, looking at this side.

"Qin Shan Fang."

Li Xia mentioned an address near the Right Prime Minister's Mansion.

Since Cheng Yuanfeng had been given time to investigate the whereabouts of Lin Zi and Liu Jinsuo, the results must be coming soon.He planned to go to the Right Prime Minister's Mansion to keep an eye on it, so he happened to take a student there to cover it.

"So far?" Huang Yong was a little confused.

Li Xia didn't make things difficult for him, and said with a smile: "Brother Qi is busy, so there is no need to go there together."

"Then... how about leaving your address? Next time I will visit Bohu..."

At this point in the conversation between the two, Zhou Zhenyan had already stepped forward and sneered, "Huang Qizhi, what's the matter? Do you like the handsome brother?"

Several people gathered around.

We are all scholars, probably not hands-on, nothing more than cynicism.

Zhou Zhenyan pulled out a picture scroll from Li Xia's back basket, spread it out and looked at it, becoming more and more disdainful.

"What poor painting skills, really bad." He glanced at Li Xia and sneered, "Little white face..."

Huang Yong was displeased, and shouted: "Zhou Fuling, you are enough, you and I have a festival, what is it to bully others?"

"Who is bullying, how about a few words..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Xia punched Zhou Zhenyan hard in the face, and at the same time he pushed his knees, causing Zhou Zhenyan to bend his whole body, screaming in pain.

"You...how did you hit someone?"

"It's insulting to the gentleman... ah!"

"..."

Huang Yong was stunned.

He watched in a daze as Li Xia beat the scholars all over the ground looking for their teeth, and fled in despair.

"Huang Qizhi, you dare to do it! I'm going to sue you with sacrificial wine!"

"Yellow Qi, how dare you find someone to beat us..."

After a few shouts, Zhou Zhenyan had fled away with several people.

Huang Yong just came back to his senses, looked at Li Xia, and murmured: "Bohu, you..."

"You didn't do anything." Li Xia said, "If someone asks, just say you don't know me."

Huang Yong said: "I'm not a person who is afraid of things, I just think... Bohu, you can fight."

He picked up the fallen picture scroll from the ground, took a look, and the admiration on his face suddenly froze.

"Bohu, I shouldn't say something." Huang Yong scratched his head, seemed to be very conflicted, and finally said: "Your painting...is not bad, but how should I put it..."

"Brother Qi, it's okay to say."

"To be honest, your painting skills are... not bad, but calligraphy and painting are all about talent, and your paintings... are too mediocre."

Li Xia actually bought it because he thought the painting was good, but for some reason everyone didn't like it.

He smiled and said, "It's okay."

Huang Yong said again: "It's better for you to study hard and earn a reputation. You can come to the Taixue to sit in first, and I'll help you. It might not be difficult to go to the foreign house to sit in. If you can learn to appreciate it, maybe..."

Li Xia smiled lightly and said, "No need."

"Why?"

"I haven't told Brother Qi about my ambitions yet."

Huang Yong asked, "What is Bohu's ambition?"

Li Xia took the scroll in his hand, put it back in the basket, waved his hand, turned and left.

And when he turned around, a poem was slowly recited.

"If you don't make alchemy, you don't sit in meditation. If you don't work for merchants, you don't plow the fields. When you are free, you can write on the green hills and sell them. Don't let the world make money."

"..."

(End of this chapter)