After the first assistant's wife is reborn

In the evening, the garden was full of flowers and trees, and the fragrance of flowers was wanton. The raindrops that had accumulated all morning fell down, clanging and falling on the branches and leaves, like playing music.

The raindrops hit the old sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the west of the courtyard densely. The crown of the tree is lush. A few wisps of rainwater slid down the branches and leaves, and fell on the colorful peonies on the flower stand below. The petals fell to the ground and lost their color. Came over to brave the rain and carried Shaoyao into the house.

"Miss, Kang Shiwei is here." Xiaomei replied to Xia Sichan who was enjoying the rain at the window.

After Kang Cheng left, Xia Sichan copied the two paintings of Wei Ziqian, her hands were sore, it happened that it was raining, and the sound of the light rain, like the cheerful music of a zither, aroused people's imagination.

"Oh, invite him to sit in the open room." Xia Sichan ordered.

Before entering the door, Kang Cheng put the red oiled paper umbrella on the corner outside the door, flicked off the raindrops on the hem of his robe, and rubbed his feet on the door mat before pushing the door and walking in.

Shi Ju brought him a pot of hot tea: "Kang Shiwei, please use tea."

"Thank you, Miss Shiju." Kang Cheng thanked politely.

Shi Ju saw that Kang Cheng was mature and steady, and had a very good temper, so he treated them very politely.

It's not like Wei Yiyi's cold appearance of a stranger suddenly approaching, with a cold face of Hades, which inexplicably makes people afraid to strike up a conversation with him.

Only Lu Tao dared to act like a monster in front of him.

Therefore, everyone in Huiyuan was more happy to see Kang Cheng, and kept Wei Yi at a respectful distance.

"Kang Cheng met young mistress." Kang Cheng greeted Xia Sichan first.

"Brother Kang, please sit down."

Kang Cheng first went straight to the point and asked: "Young Mistress, Mr. Qiu, the calligraphy and painting you gave me is very fond of. Ask me to ask who is Mr. Shan Ming?"

"Dan Ming?"

Huh?So familiar!

cough!
Shan Ming is of course her own, and it was a pseudonym she picked up blindly when she was learning painting when she was young.

Her name has the word 'Cicada', and the prefix is ​​Shan. If the cicada sings, then it is not bad to call it Shan Ming.
It's a man's name at first glance, hehe, who knew it was Miss Ben's masterpiece?
When I grew up, I felt unimpressive and wanted to change it. I thought of many pseudonyms for a while, but none of them were good.

It's just that, later on, I gradually forgot about it. If I hadn't taken it out to Kang Cheng today, I really wouldn't be able to remember my pen name.

Wei Ziqian saw it when they first got married, and Wei Ziqian couldn't imagine that this newlywed wife actually gave her the nickname "Fengya"!

But, then I was attracted by her paintings and words
Xia Sichan thought for a while and made up random words: "It's Mr. Shan Ming's painting collected by my father. I will ask my father for details when I go back to my mother's house."

After hearing this, Kang Cheng quickly put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Okay, when the young lady returns to her natal home, please ask your father. Shanshui Pavilion is willing to cooperate with Mr. Shan Ming for a long time, and the price is easy to negotiate."

Xia Sichan was so happy in her heart that her eyes lit up.

It seems that her husband didn't lie to her, her paintings are really not bad.

So he said happily: "Eh? Is it true?"

Kang Cheng returned the original words to Xia Sichan: "Old Mr. Qiu said, 'This painting is not only very skillful, but also unique in its style. The handwriting of a man has the delicacy of a girl'."

Xia Sichan heard that a high-level calligrapher and painting connoisseur had such a high opinion of herself, so she tried her best to hold back the corners of her mouth, and said, "I'll go back and talk to daddy tomorrow, and then I'll see old Mr. Qiu."

Kang Cheng stood up, bowed and said, "Okay, my subordinates will leave first."

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That night, Wei Ziqian still couldn't make it back for dinner.Xia Sichan ordered the servants to cover the dinner in the pot and bring it to him when he came back.

The autumn rain continued until dawn.

The people around him have already left.

Xia Sichan waited for him for a long time last night, and wanted to share with him the good news that Kang Cheng brought this afternoon.

It wasn't until the night thickened that he couldn't help falling asleep, and then fell into a deep sleep.

"Siju, pick up a few more paintings and take them there." Xia Sichan ordered Siju before leaving the door.

"Okay." Shi Ju agreed, and found several paintings from the scrolls hidden in his hand before. They were of different lengths, some were long scrolls, and some were small fans.

One autumn rain and one cold, after Xia Sichan finished her breakfast, and before going out, Nanny Sun asked Siju to put on her a sky blue brocade cloak with lining.

It had just rained all night, and the streets were as clean as if washed with water, except for some dead branches and rotten leaves floating in the corners, but the moist air was also refreshing.

Sitting in the carriage, Xia Sichan was in a happy mood just like the air outside.

Xu Yi, the carriage screeched to a stop, and Ma Guichun's voice came from outside: "Young Mistress, we're here."

Shi Ju opened the door curtain first, got down and put the horse stool on the step, and reached out to support Xia Sichan to get off the carriage.

Xia Sichan got out of the carriage, and when she looked up, she saw a two-story shop standing in front of her along with the surrounding high-rise shops.

In the end, the most prosperous Zhuque Street in the capital is bustling everywhere, with buildings connecting to each other everywhere, and there are rows of shops on top of each other.

Siju pushed open the door of Shanshuige's shop in front, and let Xia Sichan in sideways: "Miss, please."

No matter the past life or present life, all of Wei Ziqian's shops, Xia Sichan, have never lived in the future, let alone recognize the shopkeeper.

The guys in the shop are very busy, all sorting out calligraphy and paintings.

The guys are busy running around, so they have no time to take care of the customers who come to the door at the moment, and it is Xia Sichan who makes them so busy that they get up early and keep their feet off the ground.

Needless to say, it was Xia Sichan who took the shop next door yesterday, and it was bringing things from the two shops together.

I saw a person who looked like the shopkeeper directing: "Here, the long scroll of Mr. Zhang Yugui is hung in the front left, and the landscape of Mr. Danyou is put away for now."

The shopkeeper was about forty years old, with a goatee and extremely thin eyelids, he looked extremely shrewd.

An old man in his sixties was sitting in an armchair opposite him. He was wearing a light brown straight gown. Eyebrows curled up, showing that his expression was unfathomable. His eyes were cold and lowered, staring at the picture on the table in front of him.

Shi Ju coughed lightly and asked, "Hmm?" "Where's the shopkeeper?"

It was the first time she had seen a shop that had customers coming but no one to greet her.

Shi Ju's questioning voice successfully attracted the shopkeeper's gaze, and he first scolded the distracted boy: "Look, what are you looking at? Go and send that counter to the warehouse behind."

For the brightly dressed Xia Sichan's master and servant, the shopkeeper said it was no surprise.

Generally, the customers who can go to their calligraphy and painting shop for consumption must be either rich or expensive.

Otherwise, how can they afford the expensive goods in their shops?

Siju: Who is Mr. Shan Ming?Isn't that Miss?