"Five thousand taels to buy Mr. You'an's authentic work? Could it be that Mr. Shen Xiaolang was deceived?"
After hearing what he said, Zhao Xiuyuan couldn't help but take it and look at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the tighter his frown became: "This word seems to be real, but it doesn't feel like Mr. You'an's usual style. Mr. You'an's most outstanding calligraphy depicts the grandeur and ambition of a young man, but this one really doesn't look like it. His style...and he doesn't have a seal."
"Oh, brother, be careful, don't break it!" Zhao Xiyue immediately took the words from his brother's hand carefully. He held it in his hand and glanced at Zhao Xiuyuan again: "Brother, have you forgotten? I have been copying his calligraphy since I was a child. How could I not recognize Mr.'s calligraphy? Brother, don't underestimate this. It must be his original work. Regardless of whether it has a seal or not, it belongs to him."
Zhao Xiyue said with a look of crazy attachment, her fingertips caressing the calligraphy and painting, and her eyes suddenly flickered. His eyes turned red and tears burst into his eyes.
But I was afraid that my tears would soak into the canvas, so I wiped them off carefully.
He just choked up and said: "Brother, Mr. You'an's words in the past were either unrestrained, high-spirited, or filled with overwhelming anger, but they all moved forward without hesitation, and he never hesitated. But now, there are hidden frustrations in his words, and he is full of desolation. A feeling of desolation."
As she spoke, she sniffed: "I wonder where he is suffering and what suffering he is undergoing."
Zhao Xiuyuan couldn't help but shook his head and laughed: "Silly girl. Everyone respects Mr. You'an. One of his calligraphy and paintings is worth thousands of gold. Even ordinary officials may not have so much income in a few years.
< br>He only needs to sell two paintings and calligraphy at will, which is enough for him to live for most of his life."
After hearing this, Zhao Xiyue curled her lips and said, "Brother doesn't understand anything at all, if he doesn't suffer? , why doesn’t Mr. Xuan write on his usual gold and chestnut paper and Xuancheng Hui ink?
The gold and chestnut paper is thick and durable, and the Hui ink characters are like lacquer, which will last for a long time. My husband's favorite. But now, he is using the inferior paper and ink. The paper is rough and uneven, and the ink has an unpleasant smell, so even the servants don't like to use it! "
After saying this, he sighed again: "Mr. loves to stamp. Sometimes he will stamp more than three or five stamps on a calligraphy and painting. Now this one doesn't have a single chapter. Sir, he must have suffered greatly! "
Zhao Xiuyuan was stunned as he listened: "I didn't know you knew Mr. Youan so well. "
Zhao Xiyue raised her head and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "If it weren't for Mr. Xiyue, Xiyue would not be the Xiyue she is today. If your husband is in trouble, Xiyue will do his best to help. Those who are regarded as confidants will die. "
Saying this, she immediately ordered to the slave beside her: "Cui Zhu, prepare your pen and ink quickly. I want to write a letter to Shen Jiayou immediately, asking him to find the whereabouts of Mr. A helping hand is the way to go. ”
"You like it so much? You can't even care about your physical discomfort?" Zhao Xiuyuan couldn't help but shake his head and laugh: "Aren't you afraid that if you find someone, he will be a sloppy old man?"
"Brother, you are so annoying, don't you? Yes, he must be a handsome man! However, no matter what he looks like, I will never despise him! Even if he is a sloppy old man, I will help him."
"My former husband was heavenly. Haoyue, Xiyue doesn't dare to get involved in the slightest. It must be when he needs me the most, Xiyue will not turn a blind eye."
As he said this, he sat on the desk and wrote. Still sparkling with excitement.
Zhao Xiuyuan looked at her with soft eyes and let her do her business without saying a word.
At this moment, his personal guard outside hurriedly entered the door and said with a cold face: "Young Master has urgent news."
Zhao Xiuyuan looked over: "What's wrong?"
The guard looked at it. One glance at the person next to him who was still kneeling outside, and his expression was self-evident.
Zhao Xiuyuan seemed to realize that the man was still kneeling, so he waved his hand: "Hurry up and go down, go to the accounting room to get a hundred taels of silver, so that you can recover."
"Yes. ”
The man responded and went out the door in the blink of an eye. The guard then came forward and lowered his voice: "Young Master, the Emperor is awake!"
"What did you say!" Zhao Xiuyuan was still a little distracted, but after hearing these words, he was furious. He suddenly stood up: "When did it happen?"
The guard shook his head: "The specific time is unknown, the news was just obtained. I only heard that the emperor still seemed to be unwell, and he had just summoned all the ministers. The minister entered the palace. The regent was not summoned."
After hearing the end, Zhao Xiuyuan's pupils shrank: "Is there anything going on in the regent's palace?"
The guard shook his head: "The Regent's Mansion is as usual, and there is no news from the Regent."
Zhao Xiuyuan still frowned: "Why did he suddenly wake up?"
"Brother, then Isn't the poison incurable? How could this happen?" Zhao Xiyue couldn't help but stop writing and look at her brother.
Zhao Xiuyuan's expression suddenly became stern: "Shut up, can you say this?"
Zhao Xiyue pouted: "Isn't there no outsiders? I'm also worried about my brother. Is it possible? Did the miracle doctor really get the antidote? ”
Zhao Xiuyuan frowned: "Probably not. If he had the antidote, why did he delay it for two years?"
He pondered and said: "There are precedents for people who have been poisoned by Wudu Powder to wake up, but that is "
"Return to the light!" Zhao Xiyue's eyes flashed with excitement.
Zhao Xiuyuan glared at him: "You can't hold back your words!"
Zhao Xiyue pouted: "Just stop talking."
Zhao Xiuyuan stared at his sister with deep eyes: "It seems that some things must be done as soon as possible."
...
Xuan Ting knew that he was dead.
The moment he was hit by the arrow, he was almost suffocated by pain. Dizziness hit him one after another, but he became clearer and clearer, and his head was filled with complicated thoughts.
Although he has been working hard to survive, he still hasn't waited for Andehai to pick him up.
He regretted it. He should have been hiding in the house that day. If he had not gone to the door and looked outside, he might not have been hit by an arrow and would not have died.
If you die, will there be nothing left?
I will never see the father who didn’t like him again, I will never see the ancestor who held him and told him allusions, and I will never see Andehai again
I don’t know Has Ande Hai's injury recovered? But even if he recovers, he should be executed if he dies, right?
Xuan Ting thought, he has not yet recognized the crazy Imperial Master, the jade pendant is still in his pants and he has not given it to him
And if Aunt Nuan and the others died, the ancestors would be angry, right? Will they all be put to death?
I really want to eat the pot-roasted pork made by Aunt Nuan. It’s sour and sweet. He didn’t eat enough last time and it was gone
And that one Li Xiaoer has always wanted to beat him, but he hasn't had the chance to do it yet.
I don't know if Xiao Baozhu still blames him for not helping her.
Farming for the first time, Aunt Nuan said that in autumn, he will be able to eat the food he grows, but he probably won’t be able to eat it.
Aunt He Nuan picked green apricots to make wine, but she didn’t know what it tasted like
Dahei finally stopped biting herself, and started to wag her tail when she saw him. He promised Dahei that he would hide a piece of meat for Dahei when he ate it. Now that he has broken his promise, it would be better for Dahei not to be angry with him. (End of Chapter)