The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 1917 It's time to come back
This child is not tall, but when he raises his hand, he is amazing.

The transformation of the freehand style is not easy to imitate. The fullness of the ink, the direction of each stroke, and the force of the spread of the ink cannot be considered to be controlled. Although she is not exactly the same as the painting, she can imitate a freehand painting with splashed ink , almost seems to have imitated the essence.

The scholar liked it very much, but wanted to lower the price, so he made up an excuse: "It's just a painting without a seal, how can it be convincing."

"Layer Kong Ye's paintings are too rare to be circulated. Usually, few people ask me to paint, so I didn't make his defense badge. You don't want to do it casually."

"He doesn't want me to."

As soon as King Yi made a sound, everyone turned their heads away.

He took out a silver note worth a thousand taels and put it on the table: "I not only want the Red Plum and Ling Han Tu, but I also want you."

The little girl blushed: "What are you talking about, I am not selling myself."

King Yi chuckled: "I just want to invite you to my house and be my guest, and I insist on selling yourself."

Someone with sharp eyes saw the sign of King Yi's Mansion in the carriage, and quickly knelt down: "It's His Royal Highness King Yi, your highness is auspicious."

Yi Wang is approachable: "Everyone get up."

Looking at the petrified child in front of him, he said kindly, "Are you willing?"

It took a long time for the child to ask: "What is a doorman?"

"That is, someone who can help me do things in the future."

"But I don't know anything except imitating calligraphy and painting."

At such a young age, the imitation of calligraphy and painting has reached such a superb level that it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. Her talent, King Yi is bound to win.

"It's okay, as long as you know this."

"Then, all right." The child seemed to be hesitant.

"Is there anything else you can't let go of?"

"No, I just want to ask how much you can give me."

King Yi smiled. He is very shrewd at such a young age: "It's definitely more than you can earn by selling paintings on the street."

"Do you know how much I can earn?"

"I see that it takes you a quarter of an hour to paint a painting with fifty words. This is still a freehand splash-ink painting. If it is a fine brushwork painting, it may take longer. So, assuming that you need fifty words in a quarter of an hour, Even if you don’t eat or drink for a day, you can earn 200 taels in one hour, which means [-] taels in twelve hours, and if you count five taels of silver, I can give you [-] taels of silver a month.”

Not only the children, everyone's eyes lit up: "200 taels, enough for me to earn for several lifetimes."

"No, son, you have met Bole."

The child obviously also felt that the deal was quite a bargain, and there was no longer any hesitation on his face, and he immediately decided: "Okay, I will go with you."

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In Zuo Xiangfu, Ling Yun drank tea slowly and listened to the report of the person in front of him.

This person is the scholar who asked for the paintings of Layman Kongshan in front of the painting boy's booth.

"Wing Wang, are you sure you took him away?"

The scholar cupped his hands: "Returning to Mr. Zuoxiang, he really took it away. Mr. Zuoxiang is like a god, and King Yi cherishes wealth like his life. There are many capable people and strangers in the mansion. Seeing Xiaoxing, he will definitely be tempted."

"Very well, let's go in the afternoon."

"Yes, Mr. Left Prime Minister."

The scholar pushed the door open, and Ling Yun looked out.

It's a sunny day, the sun hasn't come out for a few days, the sun has melted the snow, and the melted snow on the eaves is tinkling, everything is according to plan.

It's only a few days before the Chinese New Year. After the Chinese New Year, His Royal Highness should be back.

(End of this chapter)