This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

"Your Highness." A young eunuch came in cautiously from the door and tiptoed to the Sixth Prince's side. His voice was so low that it seemed as if he could not hear it, and his head was lowered.

"What's the matter?" the Sixth Prince asked in an irritable tone. There had been no good news recently, and it was really difficult for him to maintain the kind expression he once had.

"Your Highness, Mr. Ren is here again, saying that he doesn't have enough money on hand." The little eunuch tried to keep his voice lower. He imagined that His Highness would be able to hold back his anger after hearing this, but this was obviously impossible.

"not enough?!"

The sixth prince stood up angrily, kicked the chair under him out, and cursed: "Does he have to demolish this palace before he is willing to do it?"

"Your Highness, calm down!" The little eunuch knelt down tremblingly, and everyone else in the room also knelt on the floor.

"Go away! Go away!"

The sixth prince was furious and drove everyone out. He also smashed all the furnishings in the room that had just been changed. Even so, he was still worried.

The little eunuch fled the house in a trembling voice. As soon as he turned the corner outside, he bumped into Master Ren, the sixth prince's uncle, who was full of expectancy.

"How about it, how much money are you willing to give me, Your Majesty?" Master Ren looked at the little eunuch, his eyes full of joy.

The little eunuch was on the verge of tears. He couldn't afford to offend either party, but now it seemed that it was too late for him to hide even if he wanted to.

"Your Majesty. Your Majesty is angry." The little eunuch's words made Master Ren change his expression. He just heard him bite the bullet and said: "I'm afraid - I'm afraid it won't be possible to handle the silver matter."

As soon as he heard that the money was gone, Master Ren immediately became anxious, but he just took two steps forward and saw a teapot thrown out of the house by the Sixth Prince, smashing it to pieces on the ground.

The broken voice struck Master Ren like a thunder in his heart, causing him to suddenly become angry. Although he wanted money very much, he was not so bold as to touch the Sixth Prince now.

Master Ren, who was afraid of being affected, quickly ran away. Thinking of the lovely girls in Yanchun Tower, he gritted his teeth, took two paintings from his small vault, left the palace through the small door, and went straight to Linlangzhai. went.

Linlangzhai is the largest calligraphy and painting shop in Beijing. It has a large collection with reasonable prices, so many people come here to buy treasures or sell some good things.

"Please come in, guest officer. Isn't this Mr. Ren? Come in quickly!" When the waiter from Linlangzhai saw Mr. Ren, his eyes immediately lit up.

Although Mr. Ren was worthless in the eyes of the Sixth Prince, to outsiders, especially the major shops in Beijing, this generous Mr. Ren was always their most important guest.

However, the enthusiasm of the waiter made Master Ren feel embarrassed. He usually spent a lot of money to come here, but today he took two volumes of paintings to exchange for some money. He was worried that the other party would look down upon him.

"Ahem, lead the way, and call me your steward." Master Ren felt a little guilty, but he still ordered the other party with a condescending attitude as always.

"Okay." The boy didn't notice anything wrong. He nodded and bowed, and led the other person to the private room upstairs.

Soon, the manager of Linlangzhai greeted him with a smile: "It's a coincidence that Mr. Ren is here. A few days ago, the shop just received a copybook from the former Liushan layman. This is a fine treasure. I have been keeping it for you."

"Seriously?" Mr. Ren's eyes lit up, and he was so surprised that he couldn't help but start rubbing his hands.

Although he is usually ridiculous and extravagant, spending money like water in the brothel and looking like a second-rate man, Master Ren's taste is quite good.

Although the Ren family is not a big family, Mr. Ren has been reading poetry and books since he was a child. And thanks to his nephew who is a prince, Mr. Ren has the support and money. All the calligraphy and painting treasures he collects are not vulgar objects.

Although Mr. Ren has no talent in creating, as the saying goes, you can't prove your ability, at least you have to prove your vision, so he often collects rare calligraphy and paintings.Calligraphy, painting and beauties are the only two hobbies in Mr. Ren's ordinary life. Unfortunately, his excitement only lasted for a moment, because he was not here to hunt for treasures today.

Seeing the diligent look in the steward's eyes, Mr. Ren was a little embarrassed to speak, but thinking that he had just promised Miss Xiang'er of Yanchun Tower to redeem her life, he had no choice but to hold back the embarrassment and speak.

"Ahem, Master, I brought two scrolls today, take a look." Master Ren pretended to be calm.

"This?" The steward was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and said with a smile on his face: "It turns out to be the treasure in Master Ren's pocket. That little one's eyes have been opened today."

The steward took the scroll from the other party with a smile. After unfolding it, he was surprised and said: ""White Deer" and "Plum Blossoms in the Snow"? These are Mr. Baimei's masterpieces."

Since Mr. Luo came to Beijing to serve in the imperial court, very few paintings have been leaked out. These two paintings are the works he left when he was at Jiangnan Academy, so they are extremely precious.

Although the steward didn't think much of the previous master's character, he believed in his vision. At the same time, he was also a good expert at identifying paintings, so he could naturally see that these two paintings were genuine.

"Master Ren is actually willing to take out these two treasures," the steward marveled for a while, and then said, "Please give me a price."

Master Ren was delighted when he heard this. After coughing twice, he tentatively asked, "Then, 10 taels?"

"What did you say?" The steward's eyes were as big as bells, and his dull expression made Master Ren blush.

"Fifty thousand!" The other party quickly changed his words: "Fifty thousand taels are enough!"

The steward slowly closed his mouth, and after a while, he said with some embarrassment: "Master Ren, it's not that I don't want to give you face. Although Mr. Baimei's paintings are very famous, they are really not worth the price. If you are willing to sell them, The shop is willing to pay 8000 taels."

"Eight, eight thousand?" Mr. Ren's expression collapsed. He really didn't expect this price, which was far lower than his psychological expectations.

The steward saw what the other party was thinking, so he coughed and said: "I also know that Mr. Ren loves to collect paintings and calligraphy. I'm afraid you will be embarrassed if you want to sell Mr. Baimei's masterpiece. In this case, why don't you go back and think about it first? Decide again?”

Master Ren found the steps and got off in a hurry: "Okay, I'll think about it again!"

Mr. Ren, who originally thought of changing his shop and asking again, went out but bumped into a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar. The man looked down at the painting in his hand and suddenly said: "My friend, can you lend me a moment to speak? "

Master Ren saw that the other party was well dressed and had an elegant air in his movements, so he did not refuse. When the two of them came to one side, they only heard the other party speak first: "I hope you can forgive me, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the voice of the steward was really unpleasant." Small."

Master Ren understood immediately, and he said with great expectation: "So, you are also interested in Mr. Baimei's paintings?"

"Exactly, I hope you will give me your love." The scribe motioned to the attendant beside him to take out a wad of silver notes and handed it to Master Ren. The latter's eyes straightened out when he saw it. There was no more or no less, exactly 10 taels. .

"This" Mr. Ren was stunned. After a moment, he quickly accepted the banknote, and then gave the painting to the other party. For fear that the other party would regret it, he shouted "deal", stuffed the banknote randomly into his sleeve, and immediately He quickly left Linlangzhai.

The scribe did not look at the paintings, but instead called the steward of Linlangzhai and handed the two paintings to him.

"What are you doing?" The steward looked at the scribe strangely.

The scribe smiled slightly and said: "This painting is a gift from me to your boss. If your boss is interested in meeting me, please tell him that in three days' time, Chen Zihua will be waiting for your arrival in Qianhe Pavilion."

No one has ever dared to cause trouble in Linlangzhai, because everyone in Beijing knows that this calligraphy and painting shop is the property of Princess Yongle.