[Comprehensive] Shining like the sun and the moon

It was the butler of the Wang family next door who knocked on the door.

Aristocratic families these days are very polite. When the host family goes out to visit, they must first send a greeting card to inform them of their intentions.

Uninvited people are very rude.

When He Yong was not there, Tan Zhao looked at the other person and ghost, and answered the post very decisively: "Is there any important matter to discuss?"

Steward Wang's expression was obviously worried, but a servant must be cautious in his words and deeds. He bowed his hands, and retired very respectfully after receiving the answer.

Tan Zhao spread out the post and looked at the signed silver hook and iron painting on it, how handsome and unrestrained, suddenly belatedly recalled, this seems to be Wang Xianzhi's calligraphy, rounded up to [-] million.

"Zhu Shuzhi, what kind of treasure is this, worthy of your solemnity?"

Tan Zhao gave the other party an expression that you don't understand. This is a hundred million, and he wants to keep it as a family heirloom.

System: Host, please remind you, you haven't...

[you shut up! ]

His host is really becoming more and more secular. He used to be a person who was indifferent to Jinshan, but now, he is not only stingy and refuses to spend time, but also collects these useless things to take up space, hey.

When the appointed time came, Wang Xianzhi arrived on time.

"I heard the movement yesterday, and thought that you had left the county." Wang Xianzhi was obviously very happy.

Tan Zhao said with a smile: "I left, but I came back because of some accidents. Come, drink tea." Yu Shao was not in the mansion, and he presumably went to find out if what Tan Zhao said was true. , I don’t know where to go.

Wang Xianzhi originally wrote a post for Zhu Yingxuan, and the tea was almost finished at the moment, and he was also a happy person, so he quickly explained the purpose of his visit.

"You mean, the painter was caught?"

Wang Xianzhi nodded: "Thinking that you might want to know, I took the liberty to post the post, but the painter was very strange, and he denied the sale of the painting, and even his palms were covered with calluses, not at all like a scholar who painted with a brush. "

After hearing this, Tan Zhao was slightly startled and said, "There is such a thing? Is it possible that people are similar?"

"No, the second brother has an excellent memory since he was a child, and his memory of people is even more excellent. Once he meets him, he will never forget it, and he will never admit the wrong person in such a matter."

As soon as Wang Xianzhi finished speaking, Tan Zhao said, "That can only explain one thing."

"what?"

"The painter is just a chess piece. The important thing is to take out the calligraphy and paintings that your second brother is interested in and let him buy them." Tan Zhao spoke very directly, not at all like the people of the time, "Someone is dealing with your second brother."

Wang Xianzhi didn't expect the other party to be so direct, but he was not that temperamental, since he came to the door to ask for something, he stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Zijing wants to ask for something."

"what's up?"

Wang Xianzhi asked Tan Zhao to meet the painter, and Tan Zhao naturally went there.Seriously, he doesn't like trouble, but is he afraid of trouble?nonexistent:).

The two went out of the mansion in an ox cart, and when they arrived at the yamen, they were greeted by their own yamen servants.

Yesterday, the news that a Taoist priest made a fuss in the Neishi Mansion had already spread throughout Kuaiji County, and finally the news came out that Liu Neishi suffered from wind evil and died of depression.

After all, with such an inappropriate face, anyone who looked at it would think that he was killed by a monster. A living person suddenly became such an honor. Then Li Ziru looked like that. All the aristocratic families in Kuaiji felt that Liu Dan was very unlucky, but after sighing for a moment, he threw himself into the process of dividing up Liu Dan's forces.

Once Liu Neishi fell, his body was buried according to the method left by the one-armed Taoist priest, and nothing happened.

Although less than a day has passed, the legend of the one-armed Taoist has spread rapidly throughout the county.

Tan Zhao has listened to no less than three versions all the way here. As the person concerned, Tan has nothing to say about it. He is just a poor patient with a broken bone.

"What do you think of Shuzhi?"

Shuzhi said he had no opinion, let's go see the painter first.

Wang Xianzhi was a smart man, so he didn't mention it any more. The two were led by others, and soon they arrived at the painter's cell.

In the cell with poor light, the painter squatted in the corner. As a prisoner who was under the care of Mr. Wang, the painter had the supreme VIP treatment of an independent cell.

Tan Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, and the painter just raised his head and fell into the eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.He lowered his eyes almost subconsciously and stopped looking at her.

Tan Zhao: ...Why are you so shy?

System: Because you are poisonous.

"How is it?" Wang Xianzhi asked softly.

Tan Zhao glanced at the painter again, and shook his head. Wang Xianzhi was a little disappointed, but he still led him out very politely.

After getting into the bullock cart, Tan Zhao suddenly said, "He is the painter your brother is looking for."

Wang Xianzhi: ...Can you stop holding back your words for so long?

"Then why..."

"But he probably doesn't know too much. Useless chess pieces are finally used as waste to confuse your eyes." Tan Zhao said coldly and bluntly.

"Sparse it."

"Ok?"

Wang Xianzhi said solemnly: "That is a human life, not some waste pawn."

"I know." Tan Zhao glanced out the window and said softly, "But there are always people who don't take human life seriously."

Wang Xianzhi was silent. He was well-bred, kind-hearted, unrestrained and unrestrained. He came from a top-notch family. He was also the youngest son of calligrapher Wang Xizhi.But it seems that these are of no use.

The teenager was obviously lost.

"If you're frustrated with that, then they're successful."

Wang Xianzhi looked up, but he still had to admit that Zhu Shuzhi had a pair of very beautiful eyes, which are hard to describe with pen and ink.

"Don't punish yourself with other people's evil deeds, you are the prince of the royal family."

Wang Xianzhi finally couldn't help laughing: "Has Shuzhi always been this good at comforting people?"

Tan Zhao is very frank: "On the contrary, I am very bad at comforting people."

"Thank you."

Being so polite, someone Tan had a bold idea: "To thank me, it's better to write an inscription on my clothes." This is at least [-] million :).

System: Daydreaming, no good.

Wang Xianzhi did not expect the other party to make such a request: "Are you sure?"

"determine."

Wang Zijing also had his own thoughts: "Then let's inscribe each other."

Tan Zhao looked at his tightly wrapped right hand and raised his head: "Are you sure?"

"Sure...let's do it."

Anyway, regardless of whether it was true or not, this matter was just agreed upon. The two of them passed by Buzhuang and bought two white clothes. They were pure and flawless, and they were the favorite pretentious style of the time.

Tan was hit by a rock he lifted, and had to be forced to go to Liangshan.

"Let's say it first, don't dislike my words. In the past ten years or so, I was an idle kid in Shangyu City."

Wang Xianzhi twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled and nodded.

The two stood with their backs to each other, and came with a pen.

For [-] million, Mr. Tan also worked hard, holding the pen with his left hand, using the pen as a sword. Anyway, all kinds of crazy cursive scripts are popular now, and his cursive scripts are really ordinary. To cope with the imperial examination, God knows that all kinds of regular script and Guange style will be popular in later generations. He really seldom writes cursive script.

It's a shame, I hope Wang Zijing will not pass on the clothes to the young man, otherwise he will lose his old face.

"All right."

"I'm fine too."

The special inkstone used does not dissolve in water, and it can be worn after the ink is completely dry. Nowadays, many people like to write and draw on their clothes. Isn't it beautiful to spend flowers on rainy days?

Probably because Tan was so well prepared, Wang Zijing was a little amazed at the other's words, whose shape can only be called ordinary, but its meaning is not revealed, but there is an inexplicable sense of sharpness and sword, hidden in the front, elegant Hard to hide, good word.

"Shuzhi, you are too modest." As for the lack of font, it is just practice makes perfect, Wang Xianzhi felt that even if his father saw it, he would praise the character of the writer.

One of the books, the most difficult is the strength of character.

Tan Zhao: ...To be honest, he actually wrote it as a talisman.

"Really? Zijing, you are too polite."

The boy Wang Xianzhi is very principled, saying that he will never praise others casually, and will cherish this dress very much.

That's good, there should be no third person to see it. Tan Zhao said that he would cherish it equally, but he didn't know that Wang Zijing's cherishment was completely different from what he understood.

In a short time, someone in Tan will know that young man Wang cherishes wearing this dress, met his talented wife, brothers who are accomplished in calligraphy, and met... the great old man Wang Xizhi.

But fortunately, he doesn't know it yet.

Tan Zhao quickly returned to the next door with the clothes in his arms, and Yu Shao had already returned.

Ever since the mountain god came down the mountain, his temper has become more and more irritable every day. Now he drank a large glass of water, and his face showed a little displeasure: "I'm so mad!"

"what happened?"

"A dog's eyes look down on people, what if it's not a gentry! The gentry is amazing!" Yu Shao drank another cup and said, "Are you a gentry?"

"……Yes."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the mountain god became even more angry: "Are those surnamed He and Ma?"

"……Too."

Yu Shao didn't understand a bit: "You mortals are really strange. You all have one nose and two eyes. What do you do and you divide people into different categories. Does this make people happy?"

He doesn't know if he is happy or not, but there are reasons for this social situation. Tan Zhao chose to change the subject: "Who made you suffer? You didn't fight back?"

"Our mountain gods never hurt mortals, okay?" So he couldn't be more angry.

Tan Zhao smiled: "So what happened?"

This matter naturally started with the fact that Yu Shao ran out to find out about Liu Neishi's death.Master Shanshen thought to himself that he was born handsome and unparalleled, and it was so rare that he disguised himself to go out, but who knew that he dressed too plainly, and was severely ridiculed by others as a poor family.

"So, you made a bet with someone, are you sure you will win?"

The mountain god was suspiciously silent.