Absolute Great Teacher

There are still very few famous paintings in Kyushu. After all, they are not like modern ones. Some people hype and **** can turn you into rare treasures.

In Kyushu, paintings that do not have the realm of brilliant pens and flowers are not eligible to be called famous paintings, so the number of famous paintings has always been very small.

If it is not for collectors' lack of money, or for some other reasons, there are very few famous paintings in circulation on the market. After all, Kyushu does not lack rich people, and it lacks famous paintings with special effects.

Generally speaking, the birth of a famous painting in three or four months is already very fast. As a result, what did you Zheng Qingfang say? Got three famous paintings at once?

If it weren't for Zheng Qingfang's personality, the guests present would start to wonder if the old man had done a trick of taking care of him.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

Li Zixing urged.

Gu Xiuxun stood on the periphery and looked at all of this. Even if she wanted to help Sun Mo, she was still powerless. After all, the two parties in this struggle already belonged to the top dignitaries in Jinling.

Soon, three tall men walked in, each holding a rectangular wooden box.

"What are you doing?"

Jinling prefect Fang Lun was taken aback, and then reacted. Zheng Qingfang was afraid that the famous painting would be lost, and he was immediately unhappy: "Zheng Xiang, how can such a vulgar person be tainted by such a thing as a famous painting?"

Hearing this, Sun Mo frowned, and his impression of the prefect fell drastically.

Jinling prefect, a high position, counted, he was not only a civilian official, but also a part of the soldiers and horses, but he looked down on the soldiers.

But this is also the normal state of the Tang State, and the civilian officials look down on the military attache.

Zheng Qingfang knew Fang Lun's temperament, so naturally he would not argue with him over this bit of trouble, but somebody was vocal not far away.

"The famous painting did not pick people, but the painters are picking people, hehe, it's really funny!"

Fang Lun's face changed, and he turned his head fiercely: "Who is making noise?"

The guests staying in the area where Fang Lun was watching, immediately walked away with panic, fearing that they would be stared at, and then Fang Wuji, who was sitting in the corner drinking sullenly, appeared.

"Wuji, what are you talking about?"

Cao Xian was taken aback for a moment, and then he scolded: "Don't you hurry up to apologize to the prefect?"

"It's him who should apologize!"

Fang Wuji was drunk and drunk, because his proposal to Tong Tong was rejected in public. After he returned, he began to be decadent and began to feel low self-esteem.

In the past, Yifang Wuji's EQ would not say such things, but now, he doesn't care anymore, and he has begun to abandon himself. Anyway, this life has gone boring, and ruined.

"Prefect, he is drunk!"

Cao Xian sighed secretly. He knew that he couldn't persuade Fang Wuji and could only make amends for him.

"Old Fang, enjoy painting! Enjoy painting! Don't let this kind of person ruin elegance!"

Li Zixing persuaded.

He is behind the scenes of Wandao Academy, and he still values ​​Fang Wuji very much, but this kid, it's time to beat and beat.

"He is dead!"

An Xinhui sighed.

"The competitor's top card is dead, you should be happy, right?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"Even if I want to win, I will use dignified means."

An Xinhui explained: "Fang Wuji is a good teacher, what a pity!"

To be honest, none of the three big men felt that they were humiliated. After all, this dynasty had no such thing as human rights.

"Okay, enjoy the painting!"

Zheng Qingfang gave Fang Lun a hand. He also cherishes talents and does not want Fang Wuji to be cleaned up: "The first picture, "Early Spring Outing."

When the scroll was unfolded, it was a spring rain that stopped at the beginning of the spring and the colorful clouds were shining all over. The breath of spring rushed to your face instantly, making the entire Linjiang Palace silent.

This is the charm of the famous paintings, only one glance at the past can never remove them.

No one commented, no one commented, because they were all immersed in this childlike atmosphere.

Ten miles long pavilion, Swift returns north!

The stream was gurgling, with a few swimming fishes playing, there was a wind blowing across the willow trees on both banks, cutting off a touch of young shoots.

Not far away, a young girl carrying a kite was standing on tiptoes, looking towards the road.

Following the girl's sight, you can see at the end of the path, there is a turbid young man with a fan in his left hand, trusting the horse by the rein.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Li Zi slapped his thigh vigorously, and then clapped vigorously. His face was also full of treasures.

This painting instantly brought him back to his childhood, and remembered the time he spent springing out with his playmates.

"When I was a kid, I used paper kites like this!"

"A girl with a total horn, a yellow-mouthed child, so happy!"

"Woohoo!"

The guests talked and sighed with emotion, and there were even a few emotionally rich ladies who cried, cherishing the memory of their lost youth.

Zheng Qingfang looked at these people, sneered, and then spoke: "Everyone, take a closer look, this famous painting is not just a picture of outing!"

Zheng Qingfang is a big man, and others naturally dare not violate his proposal, so he watched the painting again, and then discovered the details.

On the grass in the distance, a dozen teenage boy servants ran around holding the paper kite. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and their faces were exhausted, but no one dared to stop because of one The gorgeously dressed girls yelled at them.

On the right side of the picture scroll, there is a long pavilion with a sumptuous banquet. Several wealthy children in gorgeous clothes are drinking tea while chatting with the paper kites in the sky.

Outside the pavilion, on the side of the road, stood a young girl holding a red toothed board selling singing. The straw sandals under her feet were covered with dew and mud.

She wanted to get close to earning a few articles and rewarding money, and she was beaten for fear of disturbing the noble Yaxing.

The guests stopped talking, all peeking at Zheng Qingfang's expression.

Sure enough, this prime minister, even if he is an official, also cares about the people of Li people.

"The idea of ​​this painting is really wonderful. At first glance, it looks like a child of the rich family is outing in early spring. It is childlike and cheerful, but looking at the edges of the four corners, the tone of the entire famous painting has changed drastically and it has become a kind of accusation!"

Qi Muen spoke, appreciating the painting.

"Not bad!"

An Xinhui nodded: "The water is cold in early spring, but these child servants are still standing in the river and brushing the horses, which shows the difference in identity."

Zheng Qingfang glanced at it, and the others did not speak. It was not that they could not appreciate their artistic level, but that they were afraid to speak.

This painting is obviously depicting two worlds.

"Master Miao, what do you think?"

Zheng Qingfang looked at Miao Mu.

Miao Mu was silent. The main theme of this painting was that although it was all outings, happiness only belonged to the upper class. He could see it, but how dare he say it?

Those who can appear here are all first-class people. If you speak out by yourself, don't you want to offend them?

"what!"

Seeing Miao Mu like this, Zheng Qingfang sneered in his heart.

"This world is so big, and there are indeed many people who suffer. I have the emperor's grace in my generation, and I must work hard so that there are no hungry and dead bones on this road, and everyone's grain room is full!"

Qi Muen spoke again: "On behalf of the eldest princess, I donated one million taels of silver to repair the Tzu Chi institute and school."

Tzu Chi is an orphanage.

Hearing this, the guests all looked gloomy, Zheng Qingfang, you are not dead, you were planning to pit everyone's money.

Qi Muen has already spoken, if you don't donate, don't you want to eat it?

"Qi Luma really has a benevolent heart, one million taels, and he can do a lot of things. I must urge the next person to supervise this matter and let all the money be spent on the blade!"

After Li Zixingyi finished speaking, he looked at Zheng Qingfang: "Zheng Xiang, the first famous painting is so wonderful, and it's also very beautiful compared to the second one. Get it out soon!"

"Yes, Zheng Xiang, take it out quickly!"

"This time you can feast your eyes!"

"I don't know which master's work is?"

The guests immediately began to talk, and the voices were loud, they all selectively forgot about the donation.

Zheng Qingfang almost died of anger. He didn't expect Li Zixing to be so shameless and unrefined. As long as he donated some money, these guests would have to donate generously.

"This person is so shameless!"

The papaya lady looked at Li Zixing in amazement, are you a royal clan? This dawn in Jinling, is it your people?

You don't even pay a dime?

Thinking of this, the papaya mother stood up: "Grandpa Zheng, I donate one hundred and seventy-six 28 dollars!"

Huh!

Everyone stared at him, their expressions were not good, who is this? A topic that has obviously been revealed, but still to mention it again?

"Yeah, little girl, why is the money you donated a little different?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

"Because I only have so much money!"

Lu Zhiruo took it for granted, and then after noticing the eyes of others staring at her, he couldn't help but shrink behind Ying Baiwu.

The iron girl was not afraid, subconsciously she wanted to put her right hand on the handle of the knife, until she felt empty, she remembered that she was searched and the weapons were taken away when she was on the boat.

To be honest, if it were not a question of position, everyone present would have been moved by the papaya girl. This is really a kind and good girl.

"Since all my students have donated money, I, as a teacher, must not fall behind. On behalf of Zhongzhou Academy, I donated one million taels to support the children in Jinling and surrounding villages."

After Sun Mo finished speaking, he looked at Cao Xian.

"Zhongzhou Academy really has a deep background. Although I am not as good as Wandao Academy, I have to contribute one million taels!"

At this moment, Cao Xian didn't feel distressed. After all, he still had the honor of being a famous teacher and principal. After seeing this famous painting, he was infected and wanted to do something for the poor children.

"I'm Gan!"

Li Zixing stared at him immediately, you donated money? That's all my money, OK?

Zhongzhou Academy and Wandao Academy have both spoken, Fang Taishou can't sit still, he also has a face, there is no way, he can only laugh and force himself.

"I'm a poor person~www.readwn.com~ I can only sell iron and make up five hundred thousand taels!"

Fang Lun sighed with an expression of helplessness.

This acting is truly incredible.

"It's getting better when it comes to mind!"

Zheng Qingfang comforted, but actually sneered. Every year, you receive several million taels of filial piety from the merchants who sell salt and iron tea.

"I donate one million taels!"

Li Zixing was helpless, and several top giants had donated it. No matter how much he insisted, he would really lose face. The guests couldn't hide from him when he spoke.

Zheng Qingfang smiled. After this banquet, one thousand taels will be handed down, and many things can be done.

"Okay, the money is also donated, quickly come up with the second famous painting?"

Qi Muen urged, but the guests didn't want to watch it anymore. If this is to be forced to donate again, who can bear it?