Marry A Younger Husband

Xiao Mo'er took the painting back to the mountain villa, and immediately ordered Ding Dong to lay down his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and draw another painting according to the painting.

The water is so beautiful that it's hard to understand that the painting of Mo Juan is a forgery. He painted another one of the forgeries.

"Little Mo'er, are you sick? If you don't mind, what are your painting skills?"

"It's a trick. It's a trick."

Xiao Mo'er orders Ding Dong and shuilinlang not to spread the story of his copying of the painting of mo'an. He looks mysterious and sees the water in the clouds.

Early the next morning, little Mo'er ordered Dingdang to prepare a carriage and take shuilinlang and Yanzi out of the villa. Instead of taking care of business, he went directly to Jianquan in Huqiu.

"What are you bringing us here for?"

"I have an appointment with a group of literati here."

Shuilinlang smashed in the past: "you're sick. You don't have leisure. The master will be back soon. Can you think of a way to make up for the deficit of Yongchang pawnshop?"

"Lady, don't worry. The emperor is not worried. The eunuch is worried."

"You are the eunuch!"

"Nonsense, I have chicken. It's said that eunuchs don't have chicken."

When Xiao Mo'er came to a tea shop, there had been three men of letters waiting there for a long time. One of them was half a hundred years old, and the other two were young people. They stepped forward to greet Xiao Mo'er.

Xiao Mo'er returned a gift with a smile and said with a smile, "three, you are early."

Half a hundred scholars said with a smile, "we just came here for a while."

"Oh, where are the others?"

Then two more scholars came together. After a while, they came one after another. Soon, more than a dozen people came, all in high spirits.

Shuilinlang thinks he doesn't have any knowledge. When he sees these scholars, he feels a little ashamed. He hears the words quoted from the classics.

"This is my wife," he said

Shuilinlang bows to the crowd. All the literati bow their hands together and say some magnificent words to congratulate Xiao Mo'er on his fairy wife. Xiao Mo'er is proud of shuilinlang everywhere. Whenever he hears someone praise shuilinlang, he will dance with joy.

Little Mo'er said with a smile: "you are right. My lady is the most virtuous lady in the world, especially her buttocks..."

Shuilinlang quickly covers xiaomo'er's mouth and laughs at the crowd. She stares at xiaomo'er and lowers her voice: "don't lift your butt."

One of the wretched scholars stared at little Mo'er: "master Mo, what did you say just now? Why don't you go on?"

"Well, I won't say it!"

The scholar was not happy, so he glanced at shuilinlang's buttocks. Shuilinlang's face was slightly red, and he scolded the scholar in his heart. The scholar really didn't have a good thing. Looking at his obscene eyes, he wanted to wait with a white Python whip.

Half a hundred literati said, "master Mo, you said you'd like to invite us to enjoy the paintings today. Have you brought the paintings with you?"

Xiao Mo'er said, "Ding Dong, take the picture!"

Ding Ding took out as like as two peas of a red sandalwood leaf, and took out the ink painting picture of little ink painting. The inscription under the bottom was Qin Hui's settlement. It was exactly like Qin Changqing's ink Mohr. The water len also could not help admiring the dark. This guy had some skills. Even if he had lost his villa, he could still paint for life and not starve to death.

When the painting of Moji unfolded, all the literati commented on it. Tut Tut, many of them were artless and tasteful, and few of them really knew painting. Even if they knew painting, their ability to identify calligraphy and painting was general. Subconsciously, they thought that it was impossible to collect a fake. Even if they found some clues, they thought that they had found something wrong.

A scholar of letters asked: "Qin Hui's ink treasure is not much handed down, but where did master Mo get this painting of Mo Ji?"

Xiao Mo'er said with pride, "it depends on the chance. A few days ago, someone went to my Yongchang pawnshop and worked as this painting. Hehe, it's only 6000 Liang. Do you think it's worth it?"

The water is so beautiful that you can't bear it. Your sister has a deficit of 6000 Liang. It's worth it!

A scholar of letters said: "Qin Hui's true work is really priceless. He has earned 6000 Liang."

Xiao Mo'er said, "I'm afraid the man will come back to redeem the painting. Well, to tell you the truth, I've already paid a high price for this painting. The price has reached 20000 taels of silver."

"Oh, who would like to collect this painting?""It's the governor of Suzhou, but as you know, the governor of Suzhou is my uncle. How can I accept his money?"

The literati nodded: "not bad, not bad."

"If the painting is to be sold by others, it may come back with a full load, but if it were me, I would have to give it to the magistrate for nothing. But now I'm afraid that person will come back to Yongchang pawnshop to redeem the painting. In this way, I will not only lose my trust to the magistrate, but also lose a treasure. "

Shuilinlang secretly pulled xiaomo'er to one side: "xiaomo'er, what do you want to do?"

"Enjoy the painting!"

Shuilinlang looks at xiaomo'er suspiciously: "do you have any idea?"

"Rapist, shut up Little Mo'er gave a big drink, which made everyone jump.

Shuilinlang was also startled. Xiaomo'er's shape was abnormal. If he dared not speak to himself so loudly, he said angrily, "Why are you so fierce? Are you crazy?"

"A woman's family, you don't know anything, ask East ask West, do you know calligraphy and painting?"

"I... I don't understand, so what?" There's so much water. Is this guy insane?

"I told you not to come with me, but to come with me. On such occasions, literati and refined scholars all regard prostitutes as elegant, but you came with me. How do you want me to go to the brothel to find Huaniang?"

"You... You... Little Mo'er, how are you? You are very well..." shuilinlang stares at little Mo'er.

"You don't know anything. You have to follow. It's a matter of cultural circle. You know nothing!"

Half a hundred literati came to argue: "master Mo, as the saying goes, a woman without talent is virtue. Madam Shao, this is a woman with virtue. Congratulations."

Xiao Mo'er sneered: "I'd rather go to love the immoral girl in the brothel, recite poems and fight against each other, taste the flute and play the piano, burn incense and cook tea. This is life. There's no sentiment at all with this stupid person."

After a while, shuilinlang looked at xiaomo'er incredulously: "xiaomo'er, do you dislike me?"

Little Mo'er took the ink painting on the desktop and brought it to her: "you can't understand a painting. How can I not dislike you? Although my little Mo'er is not very talented, I have read four books and five classics, but my wife can't understand a painting. How can I feel embarrassed?"

Shuilinlang was so angry that he trembled all over. Suddenly, he grabbed his painting, tore it in two and hit xiaomo'er in the face. Tears came down and he roared: "xiaomo'er, you asshole!" Covered his face and ran out.

Xiao Mo'er yelled: "my painting, 6000 Liang, Ding Dang, clean it up quickly. Maybe you can go back to mend it and hang it!"