Rebirth: Doctor King in City

Seeing that Yang Chen's greeting was extremely sincere, he laughed and said: "This old one has only entered this profession a few years ago. At this age, there aren't many people in the younger generation that are fond of this profession, if little friend is interested, you can learn a bit. After all, this can be considered as the accumulation of our China's five thousand years of history."

Yang Chen hurriedly climbed up the pole happily, calling him senior made Liu Deyong very happy.

Mo Rann rolled her eyes at Yang Chen, she could be considered to have once again seen Yang Chen's shamelessness, and no longer paid attention to the two of them as they walked in front.

As he walked deeper and deeper into the courtyard, Yang Chen was no longer able to continue chatting with Liu Deyong, and was completely captivated by the scene before him.

The design of the entire courtyard was extremely exquisite, and had the beauty of a classical China structure. In this era that was becoming increasingly noisy, for the first time, Yang Chen felt like he had returned to his previous life.

"Is it Zhuang Zhou's Dreamy Butterfly or Butterfly's Dream Manor's Zhou?" Yang Chen muttered to himself.

"Little friend Yang, when we first came here, this old man was very surprised as well. It is said that this courtyard was built during the Ming Dynasty, and was once the residence of a noble. After it was purchased by this owner, the entire old mansion was used as an auction house, in fact, it was just a place used by literati to change old things, on the one hand the front hall is a normal teahouse, on the other hand it is a place where old guys like us can drink tea and chat with guests after finding a favorite treasure."

As he spoke, Liu Dejun had a look of reminiscence on his face.

Yang Chen bitterly smiled and shook his head. After being here for so long, he had actually forgotten the memories from his previous life. After all, his previous life had been lured into the medicine furnace by his foster father, and he had watched his nine brothers die one by one in front of him.

Therefore, Yang Chen subconsciously avoided the memories of his previous life, but here, Yang Chen seemed to have experienced the memories of his previous life.

"I wonder how business is going with the crispy yellow roast duck at Crossroads Street. We had an appointment at that time to go there for dinner tonight. I wonder if they waited for us." Yang Chen said silently in his heart.

pondered for some time before they finally came to a stop in front of a big house. Yang Chen turned and turned, passing by a few pontoons in the middle of a lake, passing through a pavilion. Yang Chen and Mo Rann finally stopped at the door of one of the big houses.

"Hey, young master Yang, are you shocked by this place?" Mo Rann teased.

"Heh, I've indeed never seen such a charming building before." Yang Chen laughed.

"Well, young master Yang, why don't you come with me to do the proper business for today, and then I'll accompany you for a walk around here?" Seeing Yang Chen's absent-minded expression, Mo Rann unconsciously felt his heart ache, following that, he covered up his heart and teased.

"Is that okay?" Yang Chen asked with some anticipation.

"What's wrong with that? Actually, aside from auctioning, this place is also a gathering place for scholars. The master here is also a scholar. For a young man like you who loves the classics, the master shouldn't refuse." Mo Rann said with a smile.

Yang Chen also calmed down a little and laughed: "Aiya, then later on I will be touring this place with the Great Beauty. The beauty of the scenery is even more beautiful."

Mo Rann rolled her eyes, and said with contempt: "Can't you just retract your temper a little. In this place, how can you be so lustful despite the strong scent of books?"

Yang Chen laughed: "This is not a matter of whether the book is beautiful or not. This is mainly to see how beautiful the beauty standing in front of me is."

Liu Deyong laughed and ignored the two of them bickering behind him as he walked into the hall first.

Entering the hall, Yang Chen discovered that it was extremely big. It was obvious that it had undergone some expansion in the later stages, but the expansion had not lost its classical charm.

Mo Rann led Yang Chen to take a seat in the last row, while Liu Deyong also sat beside him. A welcoming lady in a qipao had long presented a set of beautiful printed color pages for the guests to read.

"What is your goal today?" Yang Chen asked.

"Today's main purpose is to make a calligraphy and painting, that's the one." Mo Rann pointed to the seventh page of the calligraphy and spoke softly.

Looking at the picture book in Mo Rann's hands, Yang Chen shook his head uninterested, then picked up the picture book and flipped through it.

Seeing that Yang Chen had set his gaze on some of the jade and jewelry, Liu Deyong felt dumb. He felt that Yang Chen was still too young, and lacked experience.

For the appreciation of calligraphy and paintings, not only wealth was needed, but also accumulation of wealth. Those who came up looking at jade and jewellery were either young people or upstarts.

It was very obvious that Yang Chen was already classified as a young upstart in Liu Deyong's group.

If Yang Chen found out about Master Luo's mental activities, Yang Cheng would definitely cry out in injustice. In his previous life, at Xu Guoyi's place, as Xu Guoyi's adopted son, the presents sent by officials and nobles were all arranged by Yang Cheng, and among them were some precious paintings.

However, in the end, these two eras were different. In his previous life, there were many outstanding calligraphy and brushstrokes that did not appear in this era, and the calligraphy and calligraphy that were revered in this era, Yang Chen did not have much contact with.

If Yang Chen was allowed to evaluate how well the calligraphy was done, Yang Chen could say it was 1, 2, 3, 4, but if Yang Chen was allowed to comment on whether the calligraphy was really done for, then Yang Chen could only chuckle.

Even if you were to tell Yang Chen the name of this author, Yang Chen might not even be able to remember who it was.

After all, the previous body of the hedonistic son of a bitch, other than playing with girls, held nothing in contempt of the things that had a background or hidden meaning.

"Miss Mo, what's your starting price this time?" Liu Deyong asked.

Mo Rann frowned slightly. To this calligraphy piece, she really wanted to take it down. Facing the encirclement and annihilation of the River Dragons, the competitors had already started to display their abilities.

However, after Mo Rann's father passed away, many of the people who connected to him in the past had broken off. This time, Mo Rann came to buy this calligraphy and painting to give to a good friend of her father, hoping that she could use her father's past connections and some gifts that might have liked, to weave a new protective umbrella for him.

— — Content is from []