Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

While lighting the lamp, Shi Qian appeared in front of the crowd like a ghost, and shook a bunch of things out of his sleeves like a magic trick, including pens, inkstones, fans, and a lot of odds and ends, the largest of which was the picture of a hundred birds.

"I've gained a lot." Ximen Qing smiled happily: "The third brother's skills have not diminished when he stole the roasted whole sheep in Qinghe County!"

Shi Qian rolled his eyes, sighed and sat down on the chair next to him, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it down: "If it weren't for wearing the skin of the Imperial City Secretary, it would be much better to just swipe in the forbidden inner vault." This is such a broken thing, lose your share! It’s too much of a loss!”

"That's it!" Ximen Qing followed Shi Qian's words, and unfolded the picture of birds: "Look at this picture, it's not painted well, it's a waste painting!"

After Ximen Qing pretended to tear up the bird picture, Shi Qian hurriedly reached out to stop him and said, "My elder brother, don't scare me, this is the most valuable thing in this bunch, and it cost me fifty pennies. "[

"Who painted this?" Ximen Qing had long seen Shi Qian's eyes fixed on this painting.

"Officials." Shi Qian roughly told the story: "If this painting hadn't been painted over, it wouldn't have reached my hands."

It was only then that Ximen Qing truly understood the weight of the Hundred Birds Picture. If he had to get this thing back to the era before he traveled, it would be like a fighter jet among national treasures.

Song Huizong is the best emperor among calligraphers and painters, and the best calligrapher and painter among emperors; there are not many works handed down, but the problem is that no one has seen this guy's paintings ruined.

This picture of a hundred birds must not be sold for tens of millions or hundreds of millions!

If Ximen Qing knew that this painting was scrapped because of him, he would be even more surprised.

"I said, brother, what do you want me to do with these junk?" Shi Qian scratched his head: "I haven't heard that you have such a hobby? Besides, these are not good things."

Ximen Qing laughed and said, "This is all for the Dongying people. If the real good things are kept in Da Song, how can I give them?"

Shi Qian suddenly realized, and pointed to the tatters on the table: "The inkstone used by Scholar Dongpo, the brush used by Layman Liuyi, and the fan played by Wang Jinggong are all gifts for tomorrow's Japanese envoy?"

"The Dongying envoy is just a handyman on the ship, what do you do for him?" Ximen Qing smiled like a fox: "I guess the Imperial City Division will soon send an official to accompany the envoy to Dongying. I have to take this opportunity To do a big thing, these things are just used to make a small fortune by the way."

As he said that, Ximenqing took the inkstone in his hand and tested the weight: "You said that there is no equivalent amount of gold to exchange for this inkstone, how can I be willing to sell it?"

"Ah?" Shi Qian was stunned for a moment, he drew this Fang Yantai at random, to be honest, no one knows whether Bachelor Dongpo has used it or not.

Ximen Qing picked up the pen again, weighed it again, frowned and said: "This pen is too light and it's a disadvantage, well, let's go according to the price of the inkstone."

"This..." Shi Qian asked hesitantly, "Will those Dongying people buy it?"

"Aristocrats from Japan to be precise." Ximen Qing laughed and said, "Get some money from them, is that a big deal? You'll know when the time comes! Go to Japan this time, too!"

Shi Qian on the drum nodded: "If I really want to see it, how much will this painting of birds be sold for?"

"The price is sky-high!" Ximen Qing was full of confidence: "Come to an auction, don't let those Dongpu nobles, no, let the emperor bleed, otherwise you can't sell it!"

Shi Qian was deeply suspicious of this, and Ximen Qing threw the picture of birds back into his arms.

"If you are looking for the best mounter, you must have a sense of extravagance!" Ximen Qing said, "You reminded me of this, why don't you just find a place to order a batch of inkstones, pens and inks, fans and other things for me?" , engrave and write the poems of Lay Dongpo and the others on it!" [

Shi Qian wondered, "When did I remind you?"

Ximen Qing smiled and grabbed the inkstone: "There are a few words engraved on this thing, and it is signed by Layman Dongpo. It is really used by Layman Dongpo? Others can engrave it, why can't we engrave it?"

Shi Qian opened his mouth wide and his beard twitched. Seeing Ximen Qing laughing there, only two words came back and forth in his mind: "Profitable businessman!"

Ximen Qing continued to laugh, and Jiang Jingmen, a fortune teller, came in and wondered, "Why is my master so happy?"

Ximen Qing didn't hide anything, and told the story. Jiang Jing almost dropped his jaw when he saw the picture of a hundred birds.

"My master is very knowledgeable!" Jiang Jing sighed with a look of compulsion: "Jiang has long heard that the nobles of Dongying are obsessed with these celebrities, and they are even more capable of comprehending hundreds of poems written by Dongpo Layman. A person who can recite a piece of paper, these things will definitely sell for a good price."

Shi Qianyu shouted in his head: "Two profiteers!"

"By the way, Mr. Jiang, how is the matter you mentioned last time going?" Ximen Qing rubbed his hands, looking expectant, and the image of a "profiteer" businessman came alive.

The fortune teller Jiang Jing nodded and said: "Don't worry, my master, Chuuxuelou stopped exchanging copper coins for transactions a few days ago, and now there are hundreds of coins."

"Not enough!" Ximen Qing laughed and said, "It's best to get tens of thousands of guan, and when you arrive in Japan, you can exchange several times the money, even real money!"

Jiang Jing was tongue-tied: "Isn't the boss a little bit too much? These tens of thousands of guns are not light."

Ximen Qing didn't take it seriously: "It's just tens of thousands of catties, and the boxes are mixed with the goods and shipped together."

"This time I'm going to Dongying, I have to do things well, and at the same time, I have to make a small fortune!"

Ximen Qing summed up his purpose with the last sentence, that is to prepare to make a fortune!

Being bored in the yard all day and only seeing that monkey in Fujikichiro didn't feel good at all. Sun Junming and Zheng Qing were so upset that they walked around in the yard all day.

Three meals a day are delivered by someone specially, and the food is still very good, but what Sun Junming and Zheng Qing are looking for is not to have enough food, but to pursue a higher level of pleasure.

For example, the two heads of the line that I only met at Ma Xing Street two nights ago after spending a lot of money, this is the pursuit of Sun Junming and Zheng Qing.

Originally, I thought that if I worked harder tonight and struck while the iron was hot, I might be able to get on the incense bed, right?Now he is holding Jiaozi in his hand, but he has nowhere to spend it.

This feeling of being lost made Sun Junming and Zheng Qing hate that guy Fujikichiro even more, and deliberately stayed away from him.

Outside the door was a black-clothed chazi from the Imperial City Division, and Sun Junming and Zheng Qing did not dare to yell at the "Eastern Envoys". [

The two of them managed to turn to the lamplight time in the yard, and after dinner, watching the black-clothed chazi outside the yard change posts twice, Sun Junming and Zheng Qing shook their heads, washed their feet, and went to bed.

But Fujikichiro was very happy. This situation was much better than the previous few days. It was delicious and delicious, and he didn't have to do anything. Fujikichiro wished that such good days could continue like this.

Lying on the bed at night, Fujikichiro was willing to untie the copper coins from his waist, took out and counted them one by one, a bit like a monk counting rosary beads, and he fell asleep happily while counting.

When he got up the next morning and used up the rebellion, Fujikichiro dressed neatly on purpose and yelled in the yard. Sun Junming and Zheng Qing came out of the room and pretended to salute and greet Fujikichiro.

"Okay! Come back!" Fujikichiro said in blunt Chinese, and his heart was already full of joy.

Sun Junming and Zheng Qing didn't sleep well last night. They didn't expect to be teased by Fujikichiro when they got up in the morning. Both of them were gnashing their teeth, wishing they could dismember the monkey on the spot!

But Chazi in black from the Imperial City Department was watching at the door, so he had to think about it in his mind.

Sun Junming and Zheng Qing saw Fujikichirou looking around, but they didn't intend to go back to the house at all. They were about to go back to the house indignantly, when they saw a young girl with a smile on her face, looking very gentle. look.

"Where did this woman come from? She doesn't look like those people!"

Sun Junming and Zheng Qing were muttering to themselves when Fujikichiro suddenly waved and said, "Miss Chrysanthemum! Why are you here?"

The two of them heard Fujikichiro's Japanese dialect clearly, and their hearts were shocked: When did this monkey-like Japanese servant know such a beautiful woman?Could it be that you have lost your mind and gone crazy?

What surprised them even more was that the young woman nodded at Tokichiro from a distance as an answer, and then showed a yellow-orange waist card.

When the two black-clothed inspectors at the door saw the badge, they saluted the young woman and let her into the courtyard.

"This woman actually belongs to the Imperial City Division?" Sun Junming and Zheng Qing looked at each other in blank dismay.

Chrysanthemum smiled without showing her teeth, and bowed to Fujikichiro: "Greetings to the envoy."

Fujikichiro hurriedly replied: "Miss Chrysanthemum, how are you?"

The conversation between the two was in Dongying, and Sun Junming and Zheng Qing became more and more frightened as they listened, but they couldn't get in the conversation.

"My master invites the envoys to come over to visit." Juzi made a gesture of invitation: "There are already sedan chairs waiting outside."

Fujikichiro suddenly said: "Is your master the high-ranking official in the big house?"

Juzi smiled and said: "What big house, it is clearly the Ruisi Hall, my master's surname is Ximen, and he is the official of the Imperial City Division."

Sun Junming and Zheng Qing's hearts jumped, what kind of organization is the Imperial City Division?The activity officer of the Imperial City Division wants to invite Fujikichiro as a guest?

"My lady, the envoy is going to be a guest, and the two of us will also accompany you." Sun Junming couldn't help using the Japanese dialect.

Ju Zi shook her head gently: "My master said, only one envoy is invited, and the two of you should stay here."

Zheng Qing snorted: "Then the two of us insist on following?" After speaking, he straightened his chest and squeezed on Juzi.

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