Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 337 Really Blind Your Eyes
Chu Ci quickly agreed, "Three grandmas, you go, I'll be here waiting for you to come back, listening to you chatting will benefit the younger generation a lot."

After the three old men left, Chu Ci looked at the poem written on the table, this poem was really heartbreaking.

After a while, Chu Ci heard a voice next to him, thinking that he won't be back so soon, right?Did you forget something?
But as soon as Chu Ci raised her head, she saw that the people who came to her were not the three old men, but the young man with dreadlocks, followed by a man like a younger brother who was looking around.

Standing beside Chu Ci, the young man with dirty braids suddenly gasped and opened his mouth wide, "This poem is not bad! Just sell it to me! Tell me, how much is it?"

If this young man with dreadlocks is usually not ignorant of etiquette, he would definitely not say such a thing, because everyone present here has a certain status, and although he offends these masters, he can't offend them.

But right now he doesn't care about this girl, if it's a child of a family, how could he not know her.

Song Zihao is not a wealthy family in the imperial capital, but he can be regarded as a child of an aristocratic family, and he can fit in this circle. Recently, the Song family has attached itself to the Du family, and the status of the Song family has been rising steadily in his circle of the same rank. People from such aristocratic families are the most slippery and lawless. They will know almost all the children from the upper-class families. Although those children from the upper-class families may not know Song Zihao, Song Zihao can remember their looks clearly. When it comes to this kind of person, Song Zihao usually uses his best to curry favor, and he can lick dogs without a lower limit.

But once he meets someone who is not as good as him, Song Zihao will turn into a dandy who is just as arrogant and has no bottom line.

Song Zihao looked at Chu Ci and with just one glance, he could tell that the girl was not in the range of the children of those big aristocratic families. It seemed that she was dressed in brocade robes and dressed as a scribe, she should be a disciple of some master!How could a real master sit here, they are already at the main banquet of the Bai family.

Looking at the three steaming teacups beside Chu Ci, he knew that the person here had just left, so it was impossible for him to be a master, so Song Zihao didn't care about it when he spoke.

Chu Ci frowned when he heard the high-pitched tone, but his voice was still gentle, "I'm sorry, this work was made by that master just now, and it's not for sale."

As soon as Chu Ci's voice fell, Song Zihao was taken aback. The voice was unexpectedly pleasant, but Song Zihao glanced at Chu Ci before. Because of his restrained eyes, Song Zihao didn't pay attention to Chu Ci's appearance. Subconsciously, he felt Chu Ci's appearance. Too mediocre, even if the voice sounds good now, Song Zihao, as a face control, has no intention of taking a second look.

"Oh? So you didn't write it? Then what qualifications do you have to say that you won't sell it!" After speaking, he went to grab the rice paper with poems on it.

The rice paper is very thin and light. In this small attic, because it is transparent on all sides and there is wind, the rice paper is easily blown away. Although there are pens, inks, papers and inkstones on this table, there is no paperweight alone, so Chuci Just pressing the rice paper lightly with his elbow, Chu Ci didn't have time to raise his elbow because Chu Ci didn't notice the hands behind him grabbing the rice paper with his back on his back.

Because the rice paper is soft and thin, when one grabs the rice paper with poems written on it, there will be a clear sound, and it will be split into two. Even Chu Ci, who has a good temper, can't help being annoyed now.

Chu Ci turned his head and looked at Song Zihao coldly, before Chu Ci could speak, the younger brother beside Song Zihao quit.

"Hey, hey, what's the matter with you! My elder brother just wants to take this rice paper to see why you tore it back?"

What this man said was extremely shameless, even the most skilled rascal would not be able to help asking Song Zihao's younger brother when he saw this moment, "How can you be so skilled, it's really distressing to be so skilled."

It was obviously not the first time that Song Zihao's little brother had done such a thing with just this reaction.

The people on the side turned their heads when they heard the noise, but they didn't intend to intervene after seeing Song Zihao. After all, no one would want to get involved in the whirlpool. Most of the people present were scholars, although they had some accomplishments in literature. , but in front of the children of this kind of aristocratic family, this literary attainment is useless.

Chu Ci laughed angrily, and said, "You two just wait here. When the masters come back in a while, this word belongs to one of the masters. Let's see how that master handles it." Chu Ci has always been gentle. The voice also cooled down at the moment.

Song Zihao snorted disdainfully, "If this paper is torn, it will be torn, and if it is broken, it will be broken. It's none of my business! Let me wait here and you won't see who I am!" After finishing speaking, he was about to leave.

Although Song Zihao is a son of a noble family, he is a bit special. He has loved art since he was a child, and he has learned everything. A group of young actresses spend a lot of time and spend a lot of money, but they have never made a decent movie.

Speaking of the name of the movie, most people probably haven't heard of it. Although the fame is not obvious and the movie is bad, Song Zihao bought a few awards abroad abruptly.

After a few days of filming, I became interested in singing again. After listening to good mainstream songs, I fell in love with Shoutai for some reason. I have a group of Shoutai singers under my management. I spend all day chatting and chatting with the society. That said, Song Zihao is not short of money anyway.

Now I have become interested in literature for some reason, and asked someone to do a relationship to worship a serious master, but this is just a recent thing. Identity.

Song Zihao originally wanted to leave, but Song Zihao's younger brother quit. He stepped forward and said, "You are really blind! Are you stupid! Dare you not let our young master Song go?"

After finishing speaking, he pushed the table in front of Chu Ci with a lot of force. This table was an old object, and it couldn't stand the strong push. The table top and table legs were separated directly.

Chu Ci said inwardly, not because he was frightened by the push, but because he remembered the clay pot on the table, he strode forward and pulled the Sujin cloak, took it off, and took it to the falling clay pot. go.

The water in this clay pot was newly poured by Chu Ci before, and all the water poured into it was boiling water. Although it is not [-] degrees, it is still in the [-]s. When Chu Ci rushed forward, he didn't think much about it. All I could think about was the poem written by the old man and the old man's sentence "I am the only relic of Lao Yu except this old teapot", how can I live up to the distressing affection.

It was this persistent affection that made Chu Ci so desperate.

(End of this chapter)