The antique shop of the rich fake master

Every gifted scholar who is invited will receive a marked small walnut from the doorman when he enters the door.

In the art exhibition, there is a small box next to each painting. If you like any painting, you can put small walnuts into the box.

That's right, Qu Qiuli wanted to hold a secret ballot, and since the paint was reserved for those who can, he couldn't give it to Qi Mingzhe selfishly.

It's better to be fair and open directly!

Refreshments were prepared in the garden, and there were maids serving them, adding tea and pouring water, and charcoal pots were lit in several corners to keep the temperature of the scene. The son of a wealthy businessman had prepared quite comprehensively.

Most of the young talents of the Tang Dynasty entered the garden, and most of them were not in a hurry to vote. A few or five friends made an appointment to discuss the paintings present, and some people took this opportunity to expand their network and circled back and forth among the crowd.

Of course, more people came to see Mr. Mo Xian because of his fame.

Fortunately, Qu Qiuli's cold demeanor was there, even if a talented person came up to chat, he would not be overly enthusiastic.

They are all talking about today's painting, who will get the paint, or talking about poetry and songs, or pressing the test questions for next year's spring.

Qu Qiuli can handle it well.

In fact, every time at this time, Qu Qiuli would feel that he should be an ancient talent. He doesn't like the twists and turns and intrigues in modern banquets. He likes the atmosphere full of academics today.

This feeling is really wonderful. These young talents of the Tang Dynasty don’t care about family background or financial resources when making friends. Maybe it’s just a poem, maybe it’s just a policy theory, and they can make friends with them and treat each other as confidants .

It's just a pity that Qu Qiuli is a modern person, and it is impossible for him to get too involved in the lives of these young talents. Although he can't do anything to change the development of history, he can't guarantee his own existence, which will affect these ancient people .

This butterfly effect, one flap of wings, can go far.

He had always thought this way, and he had always done so, but when the concierge notified the arrival of Mr. Qi Mingzhe, Qu Qiuli was unavoidably agitated.

"Everyone, excuse me for a moment." Qu Qiuli politely left the young talents surrounding him.

The young talents watched him leave and couldn't help whispering.

"Master Mo Xian, this is it?"

"Are you going to meet someone?"

"Looking at his rushing pace, he must be an important person."

"Shall I go and see?"

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"Your Excellency is Qi Mingzhe, Qi Juren?" Qu Qiuli concealed the excitement in his heart when he saw the boss, and bowed like a scholar.

"Exactly." Qi Mingzhe returned the salute and asked, "Your Excellency is the well-known Mr. Moxian?"

"I don't dare to be famous!" Qu Qiuli was humble and polite, "I really like the landscape pictures sent by your Excellency before I step down. I hope the people of Qiju don't think my behavior is abrupt."

"Don't dare dare!" Qi Mingzhe also ironed in his heart, how can he be unhappy that his paintings are loved by the well-known Mr. Mo Xian?

"I should grow Mr. Mo Xian for a few seasons. If you don't mind, you can call me brother Xuanzhe." Qi Mingzhe smiled, "I am also cheeky and want to make friends with you."

"That would be disrespectful!" Qu Qiuli cupped his hands, "Brother Mingzhe can also exchange me for Mo Xian."

The two of them were humble to each other as they came and went, and there was a feeling that they hated seeing each other late, which made everyone puzzled.

This Qi Mingzhe is nothing more than a candidate who went to Beijing to catch the exam, and his talent and learning are not outstanding, but his appearance is good. Why did he fall into the eyes of Mr. Mo Xian?

Could it be that Mr. Mo Xian likes handsome men?

The son of a wealthy businessman who provided the venue saw that Qu Qiuli seemed to have something to talk to Qi Mingzhe, so he took the initiative to invite the two of them to the elegant room!

The two did not refuse, after all, there were too many ears around, it was not a good place to chat.

"Can Mo Xian be good at the way of black and white? Would you like to discuss two games with brother Wei?" Qi Mingzhe saw that there was a chessboard in the elegant room, so he took the initiative to invite him!

This chat and chess are both correct, and it can also deepen the impression and exchange.

Qu Qiuli can play Go, but his level is not satisfactory.

But the bosses invited them on their own initiative, and it was hard for Qu Qiuli to refuse, so he could only politely tell him: "I'm not good at chess, so I hope brother Mingzhe will show mercy."

Qi Mingzhe originally thought that Qu Qiuli was giving way, but after a few chess moves, he knew that the famous Mr. Mo Xian was really not proficient in chess, just like a beginner.

He couldn't help but joked: "Mo Xian must have traveled abroad for a long time, so he has no spare time to study chess?"

Qu Qiuli wiped away the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, "Brother Mingzhe laughed."

Having said all this, Qu Qiuli took advantage of the opportunity to bring the topic to today's art exhibition and the big brother's landscape paintings.

He wanted to ask the boss why he painted an ink landscape painting in a painting exhibition that was dominated by paint.

"Black and white are the essence of color." When it comes to painting, Qi Mingzhe's eyes are full of confidence and joy, "If you can't use black and white well, how can you talk about colorful colors?"

This makes sense!

No wonder the master's calligraphy and paintings can sell for sky-high prices in later generations.

Qi Mingzhe also asked curiously, "Then why did Mo Xian choose my landscape painting?"

In his heart, although he only took a quick look at the art exhibition today, he also saw a lot of excellent paintings, and he was willing to bow down to one or two paintings.

Qu Qiuli thought for a while, and found a perfect excuse for himself, "I was traveling a few days ago, and I heard about Brother Mingzhe's name in a small town. It is rumored that Brother Mingzhe is very good at painting."

As for the small town, it is naturally a small town near Qi Mingzhe's hometown, if we really want to talk about it, we won't reveal our secrets.

Anyway, Qu Qiuli had checked the information about Qi Mingzhe's life story in advance.

He probably knows better than Qi Mingze himself.

"So that's how it is!" Qi Mingzhe looked suddenly enlightened, and then smiled embarrassedly, "I never thought that my paintings by Qi Mingzhe would be sung by others one day."

"Brother Mingzhe, why belittle yourself." Qu Qiuli also smiled.

There is really no need to be so modest if a painting can command a sky-high price in the future.

It can be seen that Qi Mingzhe is in a good mood now, he had a whim, "I don't know if my brother is lucky enough to see Mo Xian's paintings?"

The corners of Qu Qiuli's lips twitched unnaturally, and he was very embarrassed.

He really can't draw!

He never thought about such a difficult thing as Chinese painting, his hand is disabled!

Calligraphy can still be copied, but this painting is really powerless.

It's just that the boss has brought it up, and just now he exposed the fact that he can't play chess, and now that he can't draw, how can he stand firmly as a character of Mr. Mo Xian?

With a flash of inspiration, he decided to find another way.

"Brother Yu once learned a unique style of painting, and I asked brother Mingzhe to teach me." Qu Qiuli was not polite, picked up the brush and ink prepared in the elegant room and started painting.

Of course, the painting is not traditional Chinese painting.

He draws cartoons.

Although it is too difficult to draw comics with a brush, it is still no problem to draw a stick figure.

With a few swipes of the pen, in just a moment, the painting has already taken shape.

Qi Mingzhe watched from the side, at first he was a little confused.

This style of painting is indeed unheard of and unseen.

But the background of the characters in his works gradually took shape, and Qi Mingzhe felt suddenly enlightened.

Impressively, Mr. Mo Xian's painting is the scene when the two of them played chess just now, but in the painting, the two of them have the same head and body size, and their expressions are lively and interesting.

"Interesting, really interesting!" Qi Mingzhe couldn't help clapping his hands.

"I'm laughing!" Qu Qiuli was also very embarrassed, he was just playing tricks.

"I don't know if Mo Xian's ink painting is willing to give it to my brother?"

Qu Qiuli was not a stingy person, but he really didn't dare to send this painting out.

Simple comics are simple and easy to learn. If one accidentally spreads and countless people are interested, then he will be punished deeply.

"I'm sorry, brother Mingzhe!" Qu Qiuli cupped his fists, "The gentleman who taught my fool to draw this stick figure once made an oath not to spread this style of painting to the public."

Qi Mingzhe automatically made up his mind, and the gentleman who created his own style of painting is independent and independent.

Although this style of painting is interesting, it is not acceptable, understood, or completely understood by the public.

At this point, Qi Mingzhe didn't say anything more, instead he threw the painting into the charcoal basin.

"Mo Xian just promised that gentleman, from now on, don't paint in front of outsiders easily!"

Qu Qiuli likes this character, "Brother Mingzhe is not an outsider."

The two met each other with a smile, and everything was said without saying a word!

"Mr. Mo Xian!" There was a knock on the door outside the elegant room, and a maid came to inform, "Master, let the slaves come to ask Mr. Mo Xian when the counting of votes will start?"

"Let's go!" Qi Mingzhe threw the small walnut in his hand, "Brother, I haven't voted yet!"

The two left the elegant room and chatted as they walked, "Brother Mingzhe, do you have any favorite paintings?"

"Naturally." Qi Mingzhe said with a smile, "It's just that Brother Wei also wants the paint in Mo Xian's hand, so I'm afraid it would be more cost-effective to vote for myself."

"Brother Mingzhe was joking." Qu Qiuli said seriously, "Brother Mingzhe's majestic ink and wash landscape paintings will definitely stand out from the crowd."

Even if he lost, Qu Qiuli could still find a way to smuggle some more paint over.

In the Jiuqu Corridor, the young talents started their votes. Some decisively threw the walnuts into the small boxes under their favorite paintings, and some wandered back and forth between the two paintings, not knowing what to do. choose.

But as long as you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that Qi Mingzhe's landscape paintings have already got a lot of small walnuts.

In Qu Qiuli's view, this wave is basically stable.

But the fact is far from as simple as imagined, and the number of votes for another picture of spring outing is also steadily increasing.

The author of that picture of Outing in Spring is the son of the prime minister of the current dynasty. The picture of Outing in Spring is indeed good, with bold and flamboyant colors, but there are many works in the exhibition that are better than that in Spring.

Hey, this secret ballot is sometimes not completely fair.

In this world, the gentry class always wants to be superior to others. It is normal for some people to want to curry favor.

Sure enough, when the votes were counted, Qi Mingzhe's landscape painting and the spring outing painting had the same number of votes.

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The author has something to say:

There are not many dramas in ancient times, so there must be a reason for Qi Mingzhe to be singled out.

Hey hey hey.

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