The antique shop of the rich fake master

As for why it is evenly matched, it is because there are still a few talented scholars who have not voted and are hesitating.

Qi Mingzhe's ink landscape painting has distinct layers and can stand out among the colorful paintings. There is no doubt that this is a very excellent painting.

Those talents who hesitated naturally appreciated it, but...

Modern players can't deal with capital, and ancient players can't deal with dignitaries.

The few people who were hesitating had their eyes flickering, looking at this and that, turned their heads and gritted their teeth, and threw the small walnuts into other work boxes.

Even if you don't vote for your favorite landscape paintings, don't offend the powerful, and don't vote for the spring outing pictures of the sons of the powerful, this is not an insult to your conscience.

This is the best result after weighing the pros and cons.

The maids are already counting the votes one by one, and the boxes under some paintings have a comical number of votes, only one vote.

I don't know if I voted for it myself, or if it was sponsored by a close friend.

Those who got only one vote stood aside, blushing with embarrassment.

They were originally here to join in the fun. If they had known that there was only one vote, they might as well not have voted!

However, most of the paintings had the same number of votes, and two or three paintings were slightly higher. The only ones with a sharp increase were the landscape paintings and the spring outing paintings.

The voting ended, very dramatically, the two pictures got exactly the same number of votes.

"Mr. Mo Xian, who is the loser and who wins now?" It was the son of the rich and powerful who spoke, "You can't divide one set of paint into two sets, can you?"

Qu Qiuli smiled politely, "There is still one vote among the underlings."

"Oh?" The powerful son raised his eyebrows, as if he was already full of confidence, "Then who do you want to vote for, Mr. Mo Xian?"

As far as he knew, although Mr. Mo Xian was well-known, he was actually a white body without fame, which meant that he had no power or power.

What Qu Qiuli hates the most is this kind of bullying, so he turned around and threw the small walnut in his hand into Qi Mingzhe's box.

"You!" The son of the rich and powerful didn't seem to have expected such a result, and he panicked for a moment.

After all, he was a young man, and he couldn't hide his face, but he didn't want to just admit it, and he wanted the paint.

He winked at his little follower.

The little follower understood, "Just now we all saw Mr. Mo Xian went to the elegant room with that Qi Juren, so we must have a good personal relationship."

Is this to say that Qu Qiuli is doing favoritism?

"I saw Brother Mingzhe's landscape paintings first, and then I got to know Brother Mingzhe." Qu Qiuli was not afraid, "This painting exhibition, when did I say that I can't vote for my friends?"

Many people present lowered their heads, because their little walnuts were all voted for their close friends, and some even negotiated to vote for each other.

The little follower refused to accept, "Since Mr. Mo Xian is the one who organizes this art exhibition, it is Mr. Mo Xian who has the final say."

If this sentence is changed to modern times, it should be said that the final interpretation right belongs to Mr. Mo Xian?

It's true to say that, Qu Qiuli's original purpose of organizing this art exhibition was to get Qi Mingzhe's calligraphy.

I just didn't expect it to develop into what it is now.

Someone beat Qi Mingzhe in the exhibition, this situation was expected by Qu Qiuli in advance.

If it were the other two paintings with relatively high votes that won, Qu Qiuli would be convinced. There are differences in aesthetics, and not everyone likes simple and elegant landscape paintings.

But how the son of the rich and powerful got the votes, everyone knows it well.

Just as Qu Qiuli was about to say something more, Qi Mingzhe grabbed his arm!

Qi Mingzhe shook his head slightly at him. In his eyes, Mr. Moxian is indifferent to fame and wealth, so he is so powerless and living in the royal city, it's better not to easily offend these dignitaries.

But he himself is different, at least he is a juror, has an official status, if there is no serious mistake, others really can't judge at will.

"This young master." Qi Mingzhe cupped his hands towards the powerful son, "If you are not satisfied with the number of votes, young master, why don't you and I compete again."

The words are all put here, if the son of the rich and powerful does not agree, doesn't that prove that he is afraid of him?

But his own level is a few catties and a few taels, he is still clear, if this is a public competition, even if he wants to find someone to polish his pen.

He took another look at the ink painting of mountains and rivers, and had an idea, "Mr. Qi, since you are using paint as a starting point, please ask Mr. Qi's paintings to have more colors, so that everyone can appreciate it."

For the application of color, he still has some experience, he is betting that Qi Mingzhe is not as good as him in the application of color.

So this is the answer to this competition!

Qi Mingzhe nodded in agreement, without any fear.

This can be considered overtime, the son of a wealthy businessman who provided the venue immediately arranged for preparations.

When the wind and snow stopped, the competition was arranged in this courtyard, one south and one north, sitting opposite each other.

The son of the rich and powerful cast another glance at the little follower, then sat down, and began to write after a moment of contemplation.

After Qi Mingzhe finished his preparations, he also started to write.

It's just that the surroundings are suddenly noisy, and they didn't disturb them explicitly. They were just discussing today's art exhibition with each other, but it was really disturbing.

Needless to say, this is also the handwriting of the son of the rich and powerful. Everyone knows that whether it is writing or painting, in a quiet and quiet environment, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

But Qi Mingzhe's surroundings are like a vegetable market at the moment.

But Qi Mingzhe didn't move at all, he settled down and wrote like the wind.

Qu Qiuli, who was at the side, also breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted Qi Mingzhe to win, both public and private.

But 'accident', but will not let Qi Mingzhe go easily!

Just when Qi Mingzhe's painting took shape, the maid who was serving at the side suddenly slipped and fell directly onto Qi Mingzhe's painting.

The painting was destroyed in an instant.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it is hard to say whether this accident was really an accident or someone deliberately did it.

Fortunately, there is no time limit for this competition, and Qi Mingzhe can start over from the beginning, but such accidents are hard to guard against, and no one knows if there will be another accident in his next painting.

There are people playing tricks on one side, and others disturbing the other.

Qu Qiuli frowned, and whispered something to the rich merchant's son.

噔~

The scene was suddenly disturbed by a melodious piano sound, and the noise around Qi Mingzhe stopped abruptly.

Qu Qiuli was sitting in the gazebo at the southeast corner, playing the piano with downcast eyes.

Mr. Mo Xian is well-known, and everyone knows that he is good at calligraphy and rhythm, but there are very few people who have actually met him.

Qu Qiuli has had a strong interest in ancient culture since he was a child. When he was a child, when the children of the aristocratic families were learning Western musical instruments, he went to learn Guqin.

The level is not bad in modern times, but it can't fool the ancient people who are really good at rhythm.

But didn't he practice a few songs specially for the purpose of creating a character.

Coupled with the modern repertoire, these ancients have never heard of it anyway, so they should be able to fool around.

Under the first snowstorm, Moshang, a young man in white, is the unparalleled son of Mo Xian. ①

Linglie's melodious and melodious piano sound made these young talents go crazy.

Qi Mingzhe, who was painting, also stopped his brush, and after a while, he tore up the painting under his brush, causing people to relay the drawing paper.

After writing again, it will be like a miracle.

The sound of the piano did not stop, and the paintbrush did not fall.

Qi Mingzhe's paintings have already taken shape.

The sharp-eyed talented people around looked at it, and suddenly became stunned.

In Qi Mingzhe's painting, there is only a vermilion octagonal gazebo standing in the vastness of the world, and in the gazebo there is a fairy in white playing the piano, who is independent from the world.

What was painted was the scene of Mr. Mo Xian playing the piano at the moment.

The charm is still there, and it is lifelike.

Looking at the colors in the painting, apart from black, white and gray, there are only the vermilion of the gazebo and the colors made of the three colors.

But Qi Mingzhe used these three colors to the extreme.

The paintbrush falls, the small mole on the tip of the nose is completed, and the sound of the piano stops.

Only then did the group of young talents gradually come to their senses. What a beautiful piano sound this is?

With the blessing of Mr. Mo Xian, today's competition is so exciting.

But now, not many people pay attention to the painting of hundreds of flowers written by the son of the rich and powerful.

Originally, the outcome has been decided, but how can the little follower of the son of the rich and powerful make the master unhappy?

"Mr. Mo Xian?" The little follower also learned to be smart, "Since the painting is finished, shouldn't it be time to vote?"

There were so many paintings in the art exhibition before, it was difficult to choose, and some people abstained from voting, but now there are only two pictures, so it should not be difficult to choose.

Most of the people present are those who will participate in the Spring Festival next year. If you want to offend the prime minister's son, he believes that everyone is a hero.

Qu Qiuli also thought of this. He saw the two paintings but did not sign them, so he ordered: "Hang these two paintings in the downtown area, and let the common people judge. The deadline for selection is before the sun sets."

Those present knew the identity of the son of the rich and powerful, but the painting was not signed, and the common people didn't know which painting was painted by who!

So even though the son of the rich and powerful secretly ordered his servants to vote, he still couldn't surpass the common people's love for this fairy playing the piano.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the outcome has been decided.

The son of the rich and powerful walked away.

This result was unexpected.

In this competition, Qi Mingzhe won happily, "Would Mo Xian draw an inscription for this?"

Qu Qiuli, who had never thought of leaving traces in history, also hesitated at this moment.

He thought of Qi Mingzhe's unhappy life for the rest of his life, maybe if we say goodbye today, it will be difficult to see each other again in the future.

He thought for a while, and drew up a pen, but he only wrote down the four words Mr. Mo Xian.

"Brother Mingzhe's painting is even flawless, brother Yu will no longer be superfluous!"

Qi Mingzhe didn't care too much, "This painting will be treasured for my brother for a lifetime."

Most of the paintings in today's art exhibition were brought back by the author himself, and there is a small part left, which is called a gift to Mr. Mo Xian.

It also includes Qi Mingzhe's ink landscape painting.

Qu Qiuli has already got what he wants, so let Qi Mingzhe leave this picture of a fairy playing the piano.

I hope that in the days to come, when he thinks of today, there will still be a touch of warmth in his heart.

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The author has something to say:

This picture will turn into an assist in the end, can you believe it?

The young man in white clothes on Moshang, the son of Mo Xian is unparalleled in the world. ①

It's time to go to the white-clothed young man from Mo, Mr. Wen Yu is unparalleled in the world.