Master of Rebirth

Seeing Dong Jue's heavy sigh and embarrassed face, Wang Qi smiled knowingly, and asked unhurriedly, "Why, could it be that Jia Fugui came to the door with some fake product?"

"If it's a fake, it's fine. At worst, I have to think of an excuse." Hearing that Wang Qi took the initiative to pick up Jia Fugui's fault, Dong Jue immediately said bitterly, "Brother Qiongju, you have to help me this time."

Looking up at Dong Jue's frowning face, Wang Qi smiled slightly, "What's the matter?"

The voice was neither fast nor slow, and even with a smile on his face, it gave people a slight sense of alienation, like a piece of cold jade, even if it was placed close to the chest, it would not be warm.

Dong Jue and Wang Qi grew up together and knew him quite well.In the past, this bamboo horse was just very shy, even to the point of being cowardly, but recently, he has become more and more cold, as if he has changed himself.But if something has changed, Dong Jue can't tell why, it just feels different.

"Brother Wushuang?" Seeing that Dong Jue didn't speak for a long time, but kept staring at him in a daze, Wang Qi couldn't help urging.

Knowing that he had lost his mind, Dong Jue hurriedly put aside what was there, and told the story of Jia Fugui's coming to sell paintings in a concise manner.

"I've seen that painting too. It's definitely the authentic work of Mr. Zhang. It's just that Jia Fugui has done too many hooligan things, and I'm also afraid that there will be too many troubles in the future." Dong Jue said awkwardly.

Wang Qi understood Dong Jue's concerns from the time he talked about Jia Fugui selling paintings, but he just listened silently without expressing anything.

"It's the New Year's Eve soon, and it's time for adults to give gifts, but I haven't found a few decent calligraphy and paintings until now. The few you sent are not willing to sell. If I can get Mr. Zhang at this time Mr.'s authentic work is undoubtedly a timely help to the store's business."

Glancing secretly at his old friend's face, Dong Jue smiled flatteringly, "Brother Qiongju is very much appreciated by Mr. Zhang, and he has a lot of contacts with scholars in the county. Anyone who was lucky enough to get Mr. Zhang's paintings, how much do you like?" At least you know. Can you help my brother palm the eye and go out to see who Mr. Zhang gave the painting to. If it is not some difficult master, I will simply accept it."

After saying this, Dong Jue recalled the grievances between Wang Qi and Jia Fugui, felt a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I forgot for a moment that Brother Qiongju was not on good terms with that rogue, so naturally I don't want to meet him, how about I'll show you the painting."

"Jia Fugui's younger sister is my second brother's concubine, and the Wang and Jia families can be regarded as relatives by marriage. How can we be at odds?" Wang Qi asked with a smile.

My good looks turned around and I married my cousin as a concubine. Is it strange that this relationship will be harmonious?I feel that Wang Qi's words are really insincere, but it is hard to break.Dong Jue could only make amends with a smile and said, "Brother made a slip of the tongue."

"However..." Wang Qi changed the subject, "If I go out to see paintings with you, Jia Fugui will definitely misunderstand that you don't trust him, and I'm afraid it will be even more unpleasant. Although it's not convenient to go out, how about that painting? Brother Wushuang, you can talk to me."

Seeing that he was willing to help, Dong Jue was overjoyed, hurriedly described the painting in detail, and then asked impatiently: "Looking at the paper of the painting, it should have been painted in the past two or three years. Brother Qiongju can remember it." To whom did Mr. Zhang give that "Dwelling in Autumn Mountain"?"

Wang Qi frowned and shook her head, "Mr. Zhang has painted too many landscapes in the past few years, and I haven't seen all of them. It's really hard to say."

"That's it." Dong Jue couldn't hide his disappointment.

Seeing his discouraged look, Wang Qi comforted him unhurriedly: "Don't worry, we can start from other places. Is there a seal on that painting?"

Hearing him mention the seal, Dong Jue remembered that besides Dan Qing, Zhang Yunlin was also very obsessed with seal cutting. Every year after his birthday, he would carve a spare seal for himself. Besides his signature, he would also engrave his age on it.

Dong Jue hurriedly said: "I have seen the seal on the painting, it was engraved by his old man when he was 69 years old."

Wang Qi smiled meaningfully, "That painting is a fake."

"How is it possible?" Dong Jue didn't believe what he said, "Brother, although I am not as talented as Brother Qiongju, I have been with my elder brother in Gubaozhai since I was a child, and I have been under the influence of my ears and eyes for so many years. I have seen Mr. Zhang’s original work, no matter the layout of the painting or the use of brush and ink, even the size of the seal is the same, how can Brother Qiongju be so sure that it is a fake?”

Wang Qi said: "Because Mr. Zhang didn't engrave the seal of 69 years old at all."

"what?"

Seeing the surprise on Dong Jue's face, Wang Qi explained with a smile, "In the early years, someone told Mr. Zhang a fortune-telling, saying that he would have a calamity at the age of 69, and he might not live to be seventy. Mr. Zhang felt that 69 was unlucky, so he There is no 69-year-old seal engraved. Mr. Zhang also disclosed this incident to me unintentionally. Except for Zhang’s family and some close friends, not many people know about it.”

"So that's how it is." Dong Jue suddenly realized, and hurriedly cupped his hands to Wang Qi, "Thank you, Brother Qiongju, for your guidance."

"It's easy to say." Wang Qi half-jokingly said: "Brother Wushuang, Jia Fugui is my in-law after all, but I cut off his fortune because of you, you..."

"Brother Qiongju, don't worry, I still know this truth, and I won't sell you." Before Wang Qi could finish speaking, Dong Jue interrupted him knowingly, "Before I came in just now, I So I left a way out for myself, and now I just say that there are not enough bank notes in the account room, and let Jia Fugui sell paintings elsewhere, and he will not be exposed."

Before Dong Jue finished speaking, he had already left the door, it seemed that he was going to deal with the rogues who were waiting outside to collect money.

After he left, Wang Qi didn't stay any longer, and followed him out of the private room.

Hiding in the dark and observing Jia Fugui's distraught appearance, after watching enough, Wang Qi quietly walked around the front hall and exited Gubaozhai through the back door.

In Pingyao County, only Gu Baozhai and Zhenbao Pavilion can accept old Mr. Zhang Yunlin's paintings.

Zhenbao Pavilion has Fu Yin as the backstage, even the county magistrate would not pay attention to it, let alone the Wang family.Naturally, they would not have many worries like Dong Jue, and they would not be as easy to bully as the small merchants in the town.Afterwards, as long as the painting is found to be a fake, Jia Fugui will definitely be settled.At that time, there will be excitement to watch.

Thinking of the farce that will happen soon, Wang Qi only feels in a good mood.

It's not even lunch time yet, and it's still early.Due to some reasons, Wang Qi is very afraid of the cold, especially when it is not likely to freeze.Looking at the string of crystal-clear glass under the eaves by the roadside, shining under the sunlight, Wang Qi shivered all over, and instinctively pulled the cloak that was draped over her body.Even so, he had no intention of going back home, but wanted to visit Zhang Yunlin who was seriously ill.

Zhang Yunlin is a literati and scholar in the world, and he helped Wang Qi a lot when he was alive, and he is also someone he respects very much.If Wang Qi remembers correctly, old Mr. Zhang died before the first lunar month.Now it's the twelfth lunar month, and he doesn't have long to live.

Thinking of this, Wang Qi was even more concerned, and couldn't help speeding up her pace.

It's a pity that the Zhang family thanked the guests behind closed doors, and Wang Qi did not meet Zhang Yunlin as he wished, which made his already heavy heart worse.He didn't even want to go back to the house, so he strolled on the street.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the streets are full of lights and festoons. Even the biting cold wind can't stop people from going out.On the street, everyone's face is red.Before the new year arrives, there is already a breath of new year.

This joyful atmosphere temporarily relieved Wang Qi's aversion to the cold.Picking up a fairly clean street, Wang Qi wandered around.

On the side of the road, many small vendors set up crude stalls with wooden carts, displaying a wide range of items for people on the street to choose from.Because there is no need to pay rent and less tax, the price of the items is naturally much cheaper than that in the store, which attracts many cheap people to watch and choose.

The down-to-earth smiling faces of the people on the street made Wang Qi's depressed mood a little better. Seeing their lively shopping also aroused Wang Qi's interest in shopping.Naturally, he would not crowd with the crowd, but stopped in front of a slightly deserted booth.

This stall sells copper products, as well as some objects such as pens, inks, papers and inkstones. I think it is the way of literati, and it is not liked by ordinary people, so it is left out in the cold.

Wang Qi stopped in front of a slightly more delicate carved bronze mirror, and his young and handsome face was immediately reflected on the mirror.

Looking at this long-lost face, still as spotless as it was ten years ago, Wang Qi still felt uncomfortable.

Who would have imagined that after so many years of hardship and hard work, and his life finally improved, he would return to the age of 17 again.Everything seemed like a dream.But the scene in front of him really told him that such a weird thing really happened.

Wang Qi smiled wryly, and the person in the mirror also showed a bit of bitterness.

Although the smiling face was bitter, it was still pleasing to the eye.Wang Qi thought, in fact, if you look carefully, you can still find traces of time.Although the face in the mirror was young, the eyes did not have the greenness of this age.Instead, there is a pair of eyes that have experienced vicissitudes of life.Even with a smile, I can't get back the innocence and romance of the past.

No wonder the ancients would say: "The beauty of the four bodies has nothing to do with the beauty, but the vivid portrayal is in Ajian".

The ancient sages really wrote brilliantly, and a person's eyes can reflect many things. Even if he has a young body, he can still see the inner essence from his eyes.

That's right, Wang Qi was reborn, from 27 years old to 17 years old again.Under this glamorous young skin, lived a man who had gone through ups and downs.

As for why it was reborn, Wang Qi didn't know.He only remembered that he fell at the door of the house he just bought and accidentally hit his head. After waking up, he returned to the age of 17.

"I really don't have a life to enjoy life." Wang Qi smiled wryly.In his last life, he was alone, without parents, relatives, wife or children, and he didn't even have a name of his own.Just like this, he left in one piece, and he didn't know which bastard would be cheaper with the newly bought house and the savings in his hands for many years.

But after thinking about it, since God let him go back to the present, maybe he wanted him to make up for his previous regrets.Wang Qi still remembers the moment when she opened her eyes again two months ago, the pain in her head, and the worried face of the servant Wang Sheng. 17 years old, was originally a glorious age.But he who has lived it once knows that for him, the suffering has quietly started at this time, but he didn't notice it at that time.

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