surnamed Wang

Taking advantage of the time when the woman opened the picture scroll, Song Hao approached his cousin intentionally or unintentionally, and whispered:

"I heard from my uncle that you want me to introduce a rich woman, preferably with something to do with the royal family?"

"Why did he tell you everything?"

Just as Wang Biquan was about to explain that it was a joke, his cousin continued:
"The girl with the painting just meets your requirements. She is a member of the royal family. You seize the opportunity."

"I……"

Before Wang Quanquan could speak in the future, the young woman let out another exclamation:
"Ah, it's actually a painting by Guan Xuanzai."

The rest of the people also turned their attention to the painting when they heard the words. Guan Xuanzai's name is too famous, even if they don't know much about calligraphy and painting, they have heard of his name to some extent.

Guan Xuanzai, courtesy name Dongting, was born in the ninth year of the dynasty in 650, from a poor family.

In the first 29 years, he was unknown and failed many times in the imperial examinations. When he was thirty, he met the noble person in his life.

Guan Xuanzai's life is not unremarkable. It took him less than five years to go from being a poor scholar in white to being the Minister of the Household Department.

In addition to political achievements, Guan Xuanzai's attainments in calligraphy and painting are equally astonishing.

He imitated the ancients, learned from various schools, classified paintings on the original basis, and created a set of "guan style", which contains the charm of calligraphy and painting brushwork, forming a unique school, which attracted literati to imitate.

Such a great talent should be remembered in history, but he was both criticized and praised both in the official circles and among the people at that time. Later, due to the case of covering up his son-in-law, half of the courtiers defended him, while the other half remonstrated and dismissed him, and finally resigned and retired.

Regardless of its merits and demerits, calligraphy and painting alone have been undeniable for 300 years. In recent years, the prices of his works have risen, and the highest one sold for tens of millions last year.

……

Everyone looked at the painting in the woman's hand with surprise on their faces. It was hard for them to believe that a poor boy like Wang Gangquan could produce a priceless authentic work.

Chu Yan, who was born in the royal family, did not measure the work by money and status, but carefully looked at the scroll, and finally smiled slightly:
"It's very similar, I don't know who made it?"

"How can the girl be sure it's a fake?"

"Because the original work is in my third brother's house."

The woman had a smile on her face. Her third brother was the current crown prince, so it was naturally impossible for him to hang fakes in the living room.

The few people around heard the words with solemn faces. The dynasty has gone through thousands of years, and the royal family has branches and leaves and trees with deep roots. If anyone can be king, I am afraid that the prince may have eight hundred if not one thousand.

Since the Empress's late month, successive emperors have intentionally or unintentionally reduced the number of titles, not only canceling the titles of their relatives, but even the blood of the royal family.

Over the years, except for a few titles that can be hereditary, most of the rest are princes who have changed into county kings, and county kings who have become civilians, and very few of them can have the title of prince.

And in the current era, young people don't like this at all, let alone expect them to salute well when they meet the royal family.

If you are in a hurry, if you don't keep it together, you have to say, "Princes and generals, would you rather have a kind?"

Still the same sentence, young people nowadays are rebellious, and it is very difficult to deal with.

……

The people around did not doubt the woman's words at all, and turned their attention to Wang Gangquan.

The latter looked calm and smiled gently:

"Guan Xuanzai's authentic work, I really can't get it. Although this painting is a copy, it is also from everyone. It is Zhou Hongfei's posthumous work by Mr. Zhou."

Hearing the young man's words, several people present put down their contempt.

Zhou Hongfei is not as famous as Guan Xuanzai, but he is well known in the collection circle in the capital.

When Mr. Zhou was young, he could be regarded as a handsome young man and a romantic figure. He once made a princess fall in love with him. However, due to their different identities, they couldn't get together in the end.

This matter is not considered a secret, after adding more branches and leaves in the market, it has become the "Liang Zhu" that belongs to the capital alone.

Zhou Hongfei has been immersed in calligraphy and painting all his life, and his writing skills are solid. His works are indeed worthy of today's occasion.

Although the woman from the royal family is young, she has a lot of experience. After carefully looking at the signature at the end, it is indeed Mr. Zhou's own handwriting.

She didn't ask how the other party got it, but solemnly rolled it up and put it back into the brocade box.

Outsiders may not know that the princess who failed to have a lover and finally got married was her grandmother.

Chu Yan sighed in her heart, and took out another scroll. It was light in hand, and the mounting was simple. The paste on it seemed to be dry, and it was cheap everywhere.

Normally, a person who can easily give away Zhou Hongfei's paintings should never be so stingy.

She opened the scroll completely, and there was a big "Shou" character in front of her eyes. The red paper was sprinkled with gold, the ink was black and smooth, and the brushwork was elegant. It seemed that it was not that simple.

Calligraphy is obviously not a woman's strong point. She looked up at the crowd in the center, looked left and right for a while, and finally found the person she was looking for, and then shouted in spite of everyone's strange eyes:

"Mr. Fan, I have a picture here, please help me to read it."

An old man in a Tang suit turned around, his thinning hair combed into a bun on top of his head.

Whenever this kind of dress appears in the public, it is either engaged in art or performance art.

Judging by the old man's demeanor, there is a high probability that it is the former.

……

Seeing that it was a woman calling him, the old man showed a kind smile. This girl was his student, not low in talent, but a bit naughty. She often scribbled with paint and ink, euphemistically calling it "post-modern art".

When several young people saw the old man passing by, they all stood up respectfully, without the appearance of joking just now, even cousin Song Hao nodded slightly towards him.

Fan Jingcheng came to the front with his hands behind his back, smiled and said to his apprentice:
"Let you put in more effort at ordinary times, and now you know how to find Master when you encounter difficulties?"

"Sir, didn't you say that? You need to be more cautious in learning. A slight difference can make a huge difference. I have a general idea, but I dare not make a conclusion."

"Hey, what did you see? Tell me about it?"

The old man took the scroll, narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully.

Chu Ruyan said slowly from the side:

"This character is elegant, ethereal and self-contained, with free and easy strokes, without any hesitation or stagnation, especially the ink, the brushwork is like lacquer, the thickness is suitable, and there is a unique fragrance. It should be a high-quality Hui ink, but..."

"Just what?"

Chu Ruyan glanced at Wang Biquan next to her and whispered:
"It's just that the paper and mounting are too rough, and the brushwork and good ink are in vain."

The old man nodded when he heard the words, approached the paper and sniffed lightly, frowned and said:

"Strange!"

"What kind of weird method?"

"If the old man is not mistaken, there is no second copy of this ink in the entire capital. It should be Zhou Hongfei's private ink."

After saying that, he closed the scroll and sighed:

"I think back then that old guy exchanged an authentic work by Yan Qingchen for a small ink stick, and showed it to us, saying that it was the only lost handicraft in the world, and the cost alone was more expensive than ten times the weight of gold back then. .

He treats him like a treasure, and it hurts us to smell it more. This miser didn't take his things with him after all. "

After shaking his head, the old man opened the scroll again, and said unhurriedly:

"You speak well, your handwriting is really good, you have at least decades of skill, although your brushwork is not as concise as Zhou Hongfei's, it is more free and easy.

It can even be said that the person who wrote this word seems to be only in his twenties, when he is in high spirits, and he is asked to write a "shou", but he writes with the momentum of wreaking havoc in the underworld and winning the longevity. "

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present couldn't help laughing, but Wang Gangquan couldn't laugh because it was he who wrote the word.

... (end of this chapter)