This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 169 Tasting One Two

The end of the new year was approaching, and it was time for the teachers and students of the Guozijian to go on vacation. Today was the last class of the year. Luo Yuanjing, as the Guozijian sacrificial wine, ended up personally speaking a passage of Analects for the students.

The students read aloud, cadenced like an elegant joy, and Luo Fuzi let the students express their opinions, sometimes nodding their heads in approval, sometimes shaking their heads and sighing at their passionate or impulsive remarks.

Just when he was immersed in the comfortable atmosphere of traveling in the sea of ​​learning, suddenly a student rushed in, and seeing Luo Yuanjing's dissatisfied eyes swept over him, he hurriedly stood up straight, tidied up his slightly messy outfit, this time Only then stepped forward at a fast pace.

"Master, let me tell you that there is a guest outside the door asking to see you." Although he deliberately lowered his voice, he still attracted the attention of many students present.

"Who?" Luo Yuanjing frowned incredulously. If it was an ordinary person or an official, he would come as soon as he came. Why should he be so flustered? It must be that the visitor was not kind.

"Yes, it's Jin Yiwei." The student said with a slightly flustered expression.

The sound of reading suddenly fell silent, and the three characters Jinyiwei made the faces of many students present change, either dignified or frightened, more than a dozen people turned their eyes to Luo Yuanjing, waiting for Lord Jijiu to speak.

"Hustle and panic, how decent it is."

Luo Yuanjing, who hated iron but steel, reprimanded in a cold voice: "The visitor is a guest, so what if it is Jin Yiwei."

"Students are taught." A group of students bowed and bowed down.

Luo Yuanjing glanced at the group of students in disappointment, and said to the reporter: "Go and invite him in."

After a while, everyone held their breath and looked at the person who appeared at the door. It wasn't the Jin Yiwei who was flying fish and embroidered spring knives as they imagined, but their classmate, Yang Zhiyuan.

"Students have met Mr. Jijiu." Yang Zhiyuan bowed and saluted.

When Luo Yuanjing saw him, he scolded him with a straight face: "Why are you here? Could it be that you have finished your homework today."

There are many students in the Imperial College, and naturally there are many teachers. It is impossible and impossible for Luo Fuzi to give lectures to everyone, so there are only a dozen or so students in his class.

Yang Zhiyuan is also a student of the Imperial College, and at this time he should be studying under the guidance of another master. Seeing him appearing here, Luo Fuzi, who already had a very bad impression of this dude, was even more dissatisfied.

"Young Master Yang is here to lead the way for me, I hope Master will not blame you."

Lu Hanjiang's voice came from behind. He was wearing a coat and holding a stove in his hand. Behind him were two hundred households, each holding a few scrolls in their arms.

Luo Yuanjing also looked unhappy when he saw Lu Hanjiang, he said: "I don't know why Master Lu is here, the old man is teaching, please wait a moment."

"It's such a joy to have friends from afar. At the feast of Your Majesty, the old master had a great conversation with me and became a confidant. Now that I come to visit you specially, why is the master so alienated?"

Lu Hanjiang smiled and walked into the classroom, without waiting for Yang Zhiyuan to go up and find him a seat, the students retreated in unison as if seeing a monster.

He found a seat at random and sat down, Lu Hanjiang said: "I heard that my master is also good at calligraphy and painting, so I specially collected a few paintings by Mr. Baimei, and asked my master to taste them to see if they are true or not. "

As he said that, he made eye contact with the two hundred households, and they strode into the classroom, unfolded the paintings in their arms one by one, and spread them on the desks.

Luo Fuzi snorted softly, as if he didn't care. When he heard Lu Hanjiang say the word "white eyebrow", he knew that this person must be looking for trouble, but when he saw those paintings, he almost couldn't hold back. Hold your anger and get angry.

"This is what you collected, the paintings of Mr. 'Bai Mei'?" Luo Fuzi only glanced away before looking away, for fear that this thing would dirty his eyes.

No one present could not hear the anger of the master, even after Yang Zhiyuan glanced at it, his face turned bitter, secretly thinking that he had something to do again.

Don't think that dandies are all sensual and ignorant, you must know that Yang Zhiyuan can be regarded as a figure among many dandies, and he may not be able to do anything when it comes to reading and writing, but in terms of his vision, he is no better than Others are poor.

For example, this calligraphy and painting, Yang Zhiyuan can not only tell the authenticity of the painting at a glance, but also roughly estimate the price. After all, this thing is not only a good thing for gifts and favors for him, but also a good thing for him when he is on hand. When it was time to exchange money, he naturally knew the doorway very clearly.

So after just looking at it, Yang Zhiyuan guessed the purpose of Lu Hanjiang's trip, probably to embarrass Luo Fuzi. After all, these paintings are not even high imitations, they are purely insulting. of.

But this pain in my heart is just a little bit of pain. Although I offended Old Master Luo, I am afraid that my future will be gloomy after I become an official, but if I offend Jin Yiwei, I don’t know if I will have a future.

Weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Yang Zhiyuan leaned against Jin Yiwei and straightened his position. Lu Hanjiang also asked, "Why, do you think these paintings are all fake?"

"Humph."

Luo Yuanjing sneered, and ignored Lu Hanjiang's question. Mr. Baimei was himself, not to mention that he would have no face if he drew such ugly works, but his disciples would dare to draw such shameful things. If you take it out and sell it, it will be good to say that you will be expelled from the teacher.

"Since the old master doesn't want to comment, what do you guys think?" Lu Hanjiang turned around and looked at the many students who were facing the enemy.

Several students looked at me, I looked at you, no one dared to answer, but Yang Zhiyuan immediately stood up when he saw this, pointed to one of them casually and said: "I dare to say, let's look at this pair of "Snow Plum". , Ink brush and Danqing, like flowing clouds and flowing water around the plain paper, spreading the vast sea and the mountains still look the same, it must be the work of Mr. Baimei."

This is purely talking nonsense with open eyes, but no one dared to comment, Yang Zhiyuan sighed to himself, then looked at one of the students, and asked: "Brother Li, what do you think? "

"Ah, this..." The student whose name was named Li had a bitter expression on his face. He didn't know how to greet Yang Zhiyuan's family, and reluctantly came out and said, "Brother Yang said it, Brother Yang said it."

Under all kinds of difficulties, he saw two Jinyiwei hundred households standing there with no expression on their faces, and hurriedly said: "Brother Yang is right, but it is a rare and good painting, it must be done by Mr. Baimei. "

As soon as these words came out, Yang Zhiyuan and the two adults of Baihu burst into smiles, and Luo Fuzi's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Then, Yang Zhiyuan named another student surnamed Lu: "What do you think, Brother Lu?"

"This"

The student surnamed Lu saw that the student surnamed Li could no longer lift his head in shame, so he stiffened a little and said, "This painting style is a bit mediocre, it seems, it seems..."

"Oh, mediocrity?" Hearing this, Lu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows and looked back at him.

The two looked at each other, and the student surnamed Lu broke into a cold sweat immediately, and knelt down: "I made a slip of the tongue, I made a slip of the tongue! It's not mediocre, but different, yes! Different! I also think this is Mr. Baimei" Hand drawn."

Then, Lu Hanjiang swept his eyes across the group of students, and all voices, large and small, agreed.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and he waved: "In this case, these paintings are presented to you all. Since they are masterpieces, you should cherish them carefully. If I have something to discuss with Luo Fuzi, you should leave first."

"Students leave."

Regardless of whether they were named or not, these students all looked as if they had been pardoned. They took the painting and did not forget to salute Luo Fuzi before leaving quickly.

After the students had all retreated, Lu Hanjiang also pushed back the others, looked at Old Master Na Luo with a smile and asked, "What do you think, my lord?"

(End of this chapter)