Daming Junior Scholar

Chapter 950

Chapter 950

The so-called art exhibition is nothing more than an image advertisement for "Central Plains Security" by He Jiaan. It is conceivable that when these security personnel in uniform and high-spirited appearance appear in front of everyone, what will they do to them? How much shock the people of the Ming Dynasty brought, as long as the aura is released, the business will surely come to the door in a steady stream.

It’s just that there is still a big problem that He Jiaan has not solved. Since it is an art exhibition, there must be paintings first. I don’t have too many paintings in my family. Most of them are a few works that I usually practice, but Tang Bohu’s paintings are more , but if you want to support a painting exhibition, these paintings are still too few.

After much deliberation, He Jia'an could only have the cheek to send someone back to Suzhou to send a message to Tang Bohu, which roughly meant that I wanted to hold an art exhibition in the capital. Others made fun of me, so I wanted to invite Mr. to bring the paintings at home to the capital. At that time, Mr.'s paintings will be the main one, and my own paintings will be supplemented. I also want the world to see Mr.'s demeanor. It is necessary to bring back a few paintings to fill up the facade.

The letter, I sent it out, but whether Tang Bohu can agree to come to the capital is beyond my control. After all, this land can give Tang Bohu the biggest blow in his life. Until now, there are still rumors of Tang Bohu in the market. In the story, whenever a student from all over the country comes to Beijing, he must be more careful when meeting friends, for fear of repeating Tang Bohu's old path.

There is still some time before Tang Bohu's reply. Anyway, I have been given a holiday these days, and my daily life has become more leisurely, playing the piano, painting, and even participating in making uniforms for these security personnel with great interest. In He Jia'an's mind, these people's clothes should not be made to look like the guards of high-ranking families. They look rustic, and they can directly replace other colors with a simple black color. I put on the short shirt and trousers that I specially requested. When the first set of clothes was made, it was unanimously rejected by several women.

"Sir, I have to admit that your vision for designing clothes is really bad." Chen Yueying helplessly supported her forehead.

"This... is considered a piece of clothing anyway." Xiao Yu'er's words were much more tactful.

"Brother-in-law, there's still time anyway, why don't we do the same thing again." Even after getting married, Chen Yue'e never changed her name to He Jia'an, calling her brother-in-law one by one, sounding more like defending Chen Yueying Like the status at home.

There are many negative opinions, but there are also voices of approval. For example, Su Yunya and Ji Yue prefer this style of clothes, and they praised: "This kind of clothes is well designed, and the joints are looser. It will not be affected in any way.”

Now that the shopkeeper has agreed, there is nothing to say, almost two hundred sets of orders have been handed in, and He Jiaan feels in his heart whether it is necessary to open a clothing store?

Although all the hopes for the exhibition were pinned on Tang Bohu, He Jia'an still had to make more preparations. In case Tang Bohu couldn't come because of something, he had to make second preparations himself.

Right now, with his own reputation, those famous painters must not be able to hire them himself. Even if he has a way to contact these painters, the price he pays is not acceptable to him, so He Jiaan simply doesn't think about it so much. Instead, he focused on those painters who hadn't become famous in the alleys.

As everyone knows, painting is not only a skill that tests talent, but the county town also tests the thickness of a beginner's purse. After all, the pens, inks, papers and inkstones that were wasted when just learning painting are all purchased with real money. In the case of limited financial resources, beginners are prone to financial difficulties.

Therefore, this time is the time to test your vision, and you are likely to receive one or many valuable works at an extremely low price.

He Jiaan also has another problem with appreciating paintings. He doesn't like to appreciate them alone, but likes to gather and chat with many people. Often at this time, he can see a painting more carefully and thoroughly. Yaoqin pays more attention to painting, but he is just casual about painting. Anyway, He Jiaan just wants to experience the fun of talking, so he pulls whoever is not pulling, and finally pulls Ji Yue, who is the best talker.

In the past few months since leaving Green Island, Ji Yue seemed to have had the most beautiful dream in the world. In just a split second, she changed from a girl living on a deserted island to a woman in the capital. Lady, what she eats, drinks and wears every day is something she never thought of before, and she actually has a maid who waits on her all day long.

At the beginning, Ji Yue couldn't figure out what a maid could serve her, but as time passed, she realized that women can still live in this world.

Such things as fighting for favor will never happen to Ji Yue. In her opinion, such things as love should be vigorous. If she likes He Jiaan, then marry him. If one day he doesn't like herself, or When you are tired of this kind of life, then you will leave happily, and this is how the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes should be.

On this day, He Jiaan said that he took himself to "picking up leaks". Although he didn't understand the meaning of these two words, he felt that it was better to go out than to stay at home. Every time he played mahjong with them, he would lose. They almost won all the private money they just saved, so it's better to go out for a walk, maybe you can change your luck.

After being tidied up by the maid, Ji Yue put on the most gorgeous clothes in that room. Although she didn't like this attire, she just thought that she was no longer the girl who could do whatever she wanted, and couldn't control many things.

The door was pushed open, and He Jia'an, who was standing in the yard, turned around directly, his smiling face suddenly froze, and when he looked at Ji Yue who appeared in front of him in full dress, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

For some reason, when I saw He Jiaan's expression, I felt a little scared in my heart. Could it be that I didn't dress well?

Ji Yue hurriedly lowered her head to look at the clothes on her body, but she didn't find anything wrong. She glanced at He Jia'an with some doubts, and asked cautiously, "Master, what's wrong with this concubine's clothes?" ?"

He Jiaan walked up to Ji Yue slowly, with a smile on his face, and said slowly: "Every woman has a different style, some are as gorgeous as a peony, some are as elegant as a tulip, and some are as elegant as a tulip. You..." At this moment, He Jiaan's voice suddenly paused, and Ji Yue's heart immediately rose, and she looked at He Jiaan with some anxiety, looking forward to the flower that belonged to her.

"And you are like a beautiful and refined white lotus, and you don't need other colors to set you off. This dress is too gaudy, and it doesn't match you at all. You should change it to your favorite white."

After hearing He Jiaan's words, Ji Yue was as happy as eating honey. After nodding her head, she quickly turned around and ran back into the house, but what she didn't see was that her maid secretly stretched out a big stick to He Jiaan. Thumb, and then chased after it.

Chapter 951

Chapter 951

Even though there were countless silks and satins in front of her, what Ji Yue liked the most was the elegant white dress. Her original dress was already worn out, but Ji Yue still carefully treasured it up. The white clothes he wore were custom-made by He Jia'an, and he didn't know what material they were made of. When he wore them, he felt a little bit cool, which made people feel refreshed.

When Ji Yue came out of the house again, he could clearly see the surprised expression on He Jiaan's face, and then the two of them walked out side by side, and sat in the carriage that had been prepared. Personal guards drove towards the destination this time.

This time, He Jiaan was going to visit a scholar named Song Xiaosheng, and he had also overheard someone mentioning that Song Xiaosheng was a good painter, and he was well-known in the neighborhood, so he wanted to come and take a look, if If it's very good, you can buy a few.

Song Xiaosheng lived in a remote location, and when he reached the entrance of the alley, the carriage could no longer go in. Looking at this long alley, He Jiaan had no choice but to get out of the carriage and lead a few people Go inside the alley.

Compared with before, Tang Lin has already made great progress in protecting He Jiaan, and he can also analyze the differences from the usual environment through the surrounding environment. Ever since he entered this alley, he always felt that Something was wrong, but when I looked around, I couldn't find anything wrong, and I was a little unsure, so I couldn't help but whispered: "Sir, there seems to be something wrong here."

"What's wrong?" He Jia'an also looked around, but didn't find anything unusual. He patted Tang Lin's shoulder with a smile and said, "It's probably because you're too nervous, relax, just buy a few paintings." , will be back soon.”

Looking around, there was nothing unusual happening. Tang Lin also felt that he had been a little nervous recently. He smiled slyly and said nothing, but followed He Jiaan carefully, walking towards the house in the innermost alley. go.

When he reached the door, Tang Lin strode to the door, patted the door vigorously, and after a while, someone in the yard responded, "Which one is it?"

"Mr. Qingjiang Puhe has admired Mr. Song's painting skills for a long time, and today he is here to pay a special visit. I would like to invite Mr. Song to see you."

As Tang Lin's voice fell, the door was opened in a short while, and then a jade-like young master Pian Pianjia appeared in front of everyone, glanced at Tang Lin, then looked at The people behind them clasped their hands and smiled at He Jia'an: "The next one is Song Xiaosheng, this must be Mr. He, right?"

"Hehe." He Jia'an bowed his hands back and said with a smile, "He, Meng Lang, came here uninvited, please forgive me, Mr. Song."

"Why talk about forgiveness, you are a guest when you come, Mr. He, please come in." Seeing Song Xiaosheng turned around and made way, Tang Lin was afraid of being cheated, so he entered the yard first, and quickly glanced around. I was stunned for a moment, and when I looked at Song Xiaosheng again, there were already some other meanings in his eyes. This guy is too poor, and there is not even any valuable things in this yard.

Probably because Song Xiaosheng also realized that his place was too simple, so he smiled embarrassingly: "My parents died early, leaving me a useless person, and there is no way to sell the paintings I made, so my family is poor, and I still have a lot of money. Please, Mr. He, don't want to see outsiders."

"No, no, no one in life knows the sweet, the bitter, the bitter and the bitter. Today, Mr. Song is guarding the cold house, but he would never know that there will be a time when he will soar into the sky."

After hearing He Jiaan's words, Song Xiaosheng's face immediately became a little embarrassed, and he waved his hand with a smile and said, "Young Master He is too famous."

After exchanging greetings, Song Xiaosheng didn't mean to lead He Jiaan and others into the house, but led a few people to sit at the stone table in the yard, and said with a smile: "No one has cleaned up the house for a long time, so it's really hard to get out. So I ask Mr. He to settle here for a while, and I'll go get the painting right away."

"Okay, Mr. Song, please." He Jiaan replied with a smile.

Seeing Song Xiaosheng's figure disappear into the room, Tang Lin couldn't bear it anymore, leaned into He Jiaan's ear and said, "Sir, I think this person is not as powerful as the rumors say?"

"Oh, how do you say it?" He Jiaan asked curiously.

"You think, if he painted well, wouldn't his paintings have sold for a high price? Can he still live in this broken house here? Look here, there is not even a decent piece of furniture, see It looks like a yard that no one has lived in for a long time."

After hearing Tang Lin's words, He Jia'an noticed that the surroundings of the yard were indeed very desolate, and the weeds in the corners had grown very high, and no one cleaned it up. People's yard.

At this moment, Song Xiaosheng finally came out of the room, holding more than a dozen scrolls in his hand, he came to the stone table, put the scrolls on the table, and said with a smile: "These are the latest paintings of Wansheng , and ask Princess He to comment on one or two."

Then, Song Xiaosheng slowly opened the top scroll. After opening, what was displayed in front of He Jiaan was a thick ink landscape painting. Black ink lines walked on the scroll, outlining mountains and rivers. The technique immediately made He Jiaan's eyes bright. If this painting was really made by Song Xiaosheng, then his strength is not just a little famous as people rumored.

He Jiaan nodded, and couldn't help but praise: "Mr. Song's painting is really like flowing clouds and flowing water. How much money does Mr. Song plan to sell for this painting? I will accept it."

Probably because he was not prepared, when Song Xiaosheng heard that He Jiaan bought the painting directly, he was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while, rolled his eyes, and carefully said a number: "50 taels."

"50 taels?" He Jia'an was also taken aback. It wasn't that he thought Song Xiaosheng reported too many figures, but that the figures were too few. To know this level of landscape painting, one only needs to change the name of a master. First, it's not uncommon to sell it for a few thousand taels of silver, but it's only sold for 50 taels. I have to say that I made a big mistake.

He Jiaan was not polite, and asked Tang Lin to take out 50 taels of silver to keep the painting, and then picked up the second one with excitement.

Somewhat different from the first one, this second painting is a picture of a lady. After opening it, a dignified and beautiful lady image appeared on the paper. He Jiaan's expression was a little different from before. But it was not the same as before. After opening it and observing it carefully for a while, he suddenly said slowly, "How much do you plan to sell this painting, Mr. Song?"

With the experience just now, Song Xiaosheng felt that he seemed to be short, but he didn't know how much this painting could sell. Looking at He Jiaan's sharp eyes, he hesitated and said: "200 taels."

"Okay, I'll take it." He Jiaan didn't even say the price, just put away the scroll and handed it behind him. Seeing that Song Xiaosheng was about to pick up the third painting, He Jiaan suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed those scrolls. Looking at the paintings, he said slowly: "This one looks like a waste of time. Otherwise, Mr. Song will make a price. These paintings...I want them all."