The Female Assistant of Wei Yuyan Shuangfei

The scholar walked slowly into the teahouse, glanced at the two people sitting there, and bowed repeatedly to greet them, showing the humility that a scholar should have.

Except for his clothes being a little bleached from washing, he looked handsome. Xie Zhenghong nodded in satisfaction and said, "Have you achieved any honor, young man?"

"I am not talented. After years of hard work, I have only achieved the title of scholar." The scholar bowed.

"Scholar?"

Xie Zhenghong stroked his beard and could not help but praise him: "You are only sixteen or seventeen years old, but you have already won the title of scholar. This is really amazing."

"Old sir, please don't make fun of the younger generation." The scholar humbly stroked his hand and said.

"You can stand out from thousands of students. I admire you."

While speaking, Xie Shuting slowly stood up, bowed and said, "I am Xie Weiyu, this is my grandfather, may I ask for your advice..."

"Xiao Ke, thank you An."

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhenghong couldn't help but stroke his beard and laughed, "Hahaha! It seems that you and I are really destined to be together. Maybe our ancestors are from the same family."

"Thank you for your kindness, old sir. I am ashamed to say that I was thrown into the Xie family."

As Xie An spoke, he placed the scroll in his arms on the tea table and said with some embarrassment, "If my family wasn't in financial difficulty, I wouldn't have sold my ancestors' calligraphy and paintings."

"Mr. Xie, do you know our intention?" Xie Shuting stroked the cup and chuckled.

"I have nothing of value, and the only thing I can show off is this painting. I think the two of you asked me to discuss this in detail because of this matter."

"good."

Xie Zhenghong nodded and praised generously: "You have a keen insight into people's hearts and are very observant."

Xie An unfolded the scroll with a smile, and a piece of calligraphy that flowed like clouds and running water, with vivid charm and infinite charm in every stroke appeared before everyone.

Looking at the two words "Youjun" in the signature, the strokes of the brush were completed in one go, and the whole body was connected into a line without any drag, which made Xie Shuting feel emotional.

"Looking at the literary world, Wang Youjun's calligraphy is second to none among scholars in the world, and he truly deserves the title of the best calligrapher in ancient times."

"Shu Ting! Don't you notice something different?" Xie Zhenghong asked with a frown.

Hearing this, Xie Shuting came back to her senses and stared at the brushstrokes of the calligraphy. There was a gap in the agility, as if the left half of all the characters seemed a little stiff.

Xie An said with a wry smile: "Mr. Xie! This calligraphy is indeed a fake, but it can be traced back to the pre-Tang Dynasty, so it should be valuable."

"Mr. Xie! Are you sure this calligraphy is a fake?" Xie Shuting asked with a frown.

Xie An was stunned for a moment. He had learned about the authenticity of the painting from his ancestors, so he didn't have the ability to identify its authenticity.

But Xie Shuting's words obviously made him smell something unusual, and this calligraphy and painting might have other mysteries.

Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Xie An whispered: "Miss Xie! What did you see?"

"Grandfather! You have Wang Youjun's calligraphy in your hand. Although Shu Ting has seen some clues, she still can't be sure." Xie Shu Ting said softly.

Xie Zhenghong stroked his beard, pointed at the signature and said with a smile: "Shu Ting! You think the left half of these words is a bit stiff, but what does this signature reveal?"

"Signature?"

Xie Shuting looked at the calligraphy and painting with suspicion on her face. After several inquiries, she indeed found something unusual.

"Grandfather! The signature was completed in one go, without any interruption in the writing. But the words in this painting are..."

When Xie Shuting said this, her tone paused and she looked at Xie Zhenghong with some uncertainty.

It turned out that Xie Shuting had accidentally found Wang Youjun's calligraphy in the past. After buying it at a high price, she gave it to Xie Zhenghong without even looking at it carefully.

Now that she had received Xie Zhenghong's reminder, she suddenly woke up and looked at the calligraphy and painting and said, "Xi'er! Go get me a bowl of clean water."

"Yes!~" Lian Xi responded and went out to look for the shopkeeper.

Soon, Lian Xi came over with a bowl of water. Xie Shuting twitched the tea needle and slowly dripped the water in the bowl into the calligraphy and painting.

"Miss Xie! What are you doing?" Xie An asked in horror.

After all, although the current calligraphy and painting is a fake, it is no problem to sell it for fifty strings of cash. However, if it goes through all the trouble that Xie Shuting has put in, it is hard to say whether it can be sold.

Seeing that the calligraphy and painting had been stained by the clear water, Xie An sighed helplessly and said no more. After all, there was no point in saying more at this point.

Unexpectedly, the color of the calligraphy and painting changed significantly when the clear water entered the painting.

Xie Shuting calmed herself down a little, and used the tea needle in her hand to fiddle with the infected calligraphy and painting, and was shocked to see an unbelievable scene appear before everyone's eyes.

"This..." Xie An was so shocked that he was speechless.

Because at this moment, he saw that there was ink stain under the corner of the rice paper that was lifted up. This was not the result of the pen tip penetrating through the back of the paper, but a real trace.

"I see."

Xie Shuting put down the tea needle and couldn't help but sigh: "Since ancient times, I have only heard of fake paintings being made to look old, but I didn't expect to see real paintings being faked today."

Xie An swallowed his saliva. At this moment, he could only worship Xie Shuting and had no words to express his gratitude to her.

Xie Zhenghong stroked his beard and sighed, "Ah! It seems that the person who collected the calligraphy and painting couldn't bear to see the painting gathering dust, so he had to come up with this idea."

"Grandfather must have figured out long ago that this calligraphy and painting is an authentic work of Wang Youjun!"

"You little girl, you are becoming more and more weird."

Xie Zhenghong tapped Xie Shuting's forehead with a hint of anger, pointed at the signature and said, "The whole painting seems to be harmonious, but with the signature it seems a bit out of place, so I am just guessing."

"It turns out that grandpa guessed it right." Xie Shuting praised with a well-behaved face.

Immediately! She changed the subject and looked at Xie An and said, "Mr. Xie has already seen the details, so I won't say more. This is an authentic painting, so it should be priced according to the authentic price. Are you willing to sell it, Mr. Xie?"

Xie An was so shocked that he could not recover for a long time. He was also secretly surprised in his heart: "This painting is actually the original work of Wang Youjun, the original work!"

Thinking of this, Xie An's expression changed slightly, and he said calmly: "This painting was discovered by Miss Xie. If Miss Xie hadn't pointed it out, Xiao Ke would naturally not have been able to see it. It's natural to sell it."

"I also like open-minded people. Since Master Xie has made his attitude clear, how about selling this painting at its market value of thirty thousand strings of cash?"

"Three...ten thousand strings?" Xie An was completely confused. Even if he worked hard, he could not earn three thousand strings in his entire life.

When Xie Shuting made eye contact with him, Lian Xi tactfully took out six or seven silver bills from his bosom and handed them over, pushing them in front of Xie An.

"Here is a banknote of thirty thousand strings of silver. Master Xie, please accept it and we will have settled the deal."

Xie An had not yet come to his senses at this moment. After all, this shock put too much pressure on him.

He didn't expect that this calligraphy was worth 30,000 strings of cash, and he didn't expect that the other party would easily take out 30,000 strings of cash.