Damn, this old man sure left in a cool manner. Lin Wanrong thought as he looked at his back. He then focused his attention on the Misty Rain Painting. The ink had yet to dry, and there were the words "Shanyin Xu Wei" written on it.
He knew of Shanyin, which was later known as Shaoxing. However, who was this Xu Wei? Not only was he good at painting, but he was also an expert in couplets. Lin Wanrong felt a little regretful. He could have accepted two copies of the "West Lake Misty Rain Painting", but the old man was indeed capable. He had actually matched the couplets. What a waste of a Misty Rain Painting.
Lin Wanrong did not feel anything when he saw the words "Shanyin Xu Wei", but the scholars beside him exclaimed, "Shanyin Xu Wei? He's Mr. Wenzhang, Grand Scholar Xu of the Hall of Literary Excellence. "
Grand Mistress hurriedly walked over and looked at the small characters. She said in delight, "Is it really Lord Xu or Mr. Wenzhang?"
Lin Wanrong was confused. "Da Xiaojie," she asked, "This Xu daren and Mr. Wen Zhang that you mentioned, who exactly is he?"
Grand Mistress rolled her eyes at him and said, "I thought you were really talented when you were reciting poems just now, but I never expected you to not even know Mr. Wenzhang. This Shanyin Xu Wei, his courtesy name is Wenzhang — "
"Xu Wenzhang?" Lin Wanrong jumped up in excitement. F * * k, this name was too familiar. When he was young, he watched cartoons. Wasn't there "Smart Xu Wenzhang" and "Wenzhang Fights Yan Song"? Wasn't it about this great scholar?
After a moment of excitement, Lin Wanrong calmed down. This was a completely different world. Since the Chu-Han period, history had completely changed. There was no Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, or Yan Song. In his previous life, although Xu Wenzhang was talented, he was depressed his entire life. He had never been a high official. As for the Xu Wenzhang that appeared in front of him, he was a Grand Scholar of the Hall of Literary Excellence in China. He held an extremely high official position.
Therefore, they were two completely different people. The only similarity was that they were both named Xu Wei, and both possessed unparalleled talent and knowledge. Although the river of history flowed in different directions, there would occasionally be two equally magnificent waves. Xu Wei was one of them.
"You know Lord Xu?" Grand Mistress asked hesitantly when she heard Lin Wanrong's tone.
"Grand Mistress is teasing me again. How would I know such an important person? "Lin Wanrong said with a smile. This article was longer than that. But in his heart, he was also an absolute celebrity. Just from the three words' Xu Wenzhang ', Lin Wanrong had an absolute good impression of him.
The Grand Mistress thought about it and agreed. The two of them had been talking about poetry and Taoism for half a day, but they did not seem to know each other. She continued, "Mister Wen Zhang is the world's number one scholar. In the past, before His Majesty ascended to the throne, he was the number one strategist in the fu. Now, he has received the title of Head Scholar of the Hall of Literary Glory and is also the Minister of Revenue. His calligraphy and paintings are never signed, so the common people can only judge their authenticity from his handwriting and painting style. Now, this' West Lake Misty Rain Painting 'is the first and only one in the world. Even a thousand gold pieces would be hard to obtain. I didn't think you would have such luck to meet such a noble person. "
This' West Lake Misty Rain Painting 'is the only painting that Xu Wei has ever signed? Damn, isn't that worth a lot of money? Lin Wanrong laughed loudly in his heart. Suddenly, he thought that Xu Wei was in charge of the Ministry of Revenue. Wasn't that in charge of money and grain? No wonder he was so knowledgeable about business.
He thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Grand Mistress, since this Lord Xu is in charge of the Ministry of Revenue, he should be in the capital. Why would he appear on the shore of West Lake? And why would he have the leisure to come and paint the West Lake Misty Rain Painting? "
Grand Mistress was also a quick-witted person. Hearing this, she said in surprise, "Lin San, do you mean that this Lord Xu is here to participate in the annual meeting of the Jiangzhe Chamber of Commerce?"
Lin Wanrong nodded and said, "Grand Mistress, you also said that Jiangzhe is the leader of all the merchants in the country. Their status is incomparable. Every year, there will be important people in the capital attending the annual meeting. Naturally, this year is no exception. Now, this Lord Xu has so coincidentally appeared on the shore of West Lake. Apart from this, it's hard for me to think of anything else that would trouble him. "
Grand Mistress happily said, "If it's true, Lin San, based on Lord Xu's appreciation of you, our Xiao Family will certainly receive less criticism."
Lin Wanrong said, "Grand Mistress, don't be happy too early. Right now, it's all our speculation. We still don't know why Lord Xu came to Hangzhou."
Grand Mistress firmly said, "This time, it should be right. He must have come for the business of the two Chambers of Commerce. If you are on good terms with him, it's really a great thing. "
"Be on good terms?" Lin Wanrong said with a smile, "My Grand Mistress, I only said a few words to him and exchanged a few couplets. How can I be on good terms with him? When he heard that I wanted to sell his painting, I'm already saying Amitabha Buddha that he didn't get angry and glare at me. "
"No." Grand Mistress said with a smile, "You don't understand Lord Xu's character. He is usually extremely strict with people, and he won't easily praise people. Today, he praised you like this, which means that he favors you a lot. At this annual meeting, he will definitely not make things difficult for us. Now, I want to see if you still want to sell that painting scroll. "
"Of course, I'll sell it." Lin Wanrong said, "The better the painting scroll is for me, the less valuable it is. Instead of wasting good things, it's better to sell it to those who know how to do it. That way, it can bring out its greatest value." Grand Mistress nodded. Lin San's words did have some truth to them.
She didn't expect that a trip to the West Lake would attract the Minister of Revenue, Xu Wei, this great deity. She even unknowingly exchanged couplets with him and took his painting. This trip could be considered a profit. Lin Wanrong smiled and said to Grand Mistress, "Going out for a stroll isn't necessarily a bad thing. Look, we've made a profit today."
Grand Mistress smiled and looked at him. "Today, you're in the right. Today, I'll pay more for the incense money in the temple."
"You're giving incense money to the Bodhisattva?" Lin Wanrong was startled. "You might as well give it to me. I'm a living Bodhisattva."
Grand Mistress tiptoed and ran forward. Suddenly, she turned her head and said, "It's more like you've seen a living ghost." After saying that, she gently covered her small mouth and began to laugh.
Although the Su causeway was long, the two of them chatted and laughed. They walked very quickly. Just as they were about to reach the end, Grand Mistress remembered something. She turned her head and said, "Lin San, you and Xu Daren haven't explained that couplet clearly to me."
Lin Wanrong said curiously, "Grand Mistress is such an intelligent person. How could she not understand?"
Grand Mistress snorted. "I don't know where you copied these words from. They're very rare. How can I know them all? "
Lin Wanrong made a long 'oh' sound. Grand Mistress's face turned red. She anxiously said, "Quickly say it to me."
Lin Wanrong laughed. "This couplet, to put it bluntly, is not worth a single coin. The first line is: The sea tide, rising day after day, falling day after day. The second line is: The clouds rise and fall, rising and falling, rising and falling. "
Grand Mistress thought for a while. She sighed. "Mr. Wen Chang, the world's number one scholar is indeed worthy of his name."
"Hey, Grand Mistress, can you also praise me?" Lin Wanrong was dissatisfied. "Not only did I match the world's number one scholar's couplet, I also came up with a couplet to embarrass him. He almost couldn't answer it. The number one scholar was also full of praise for me. Since you conferred Mr. Xu the world's number one and the world's number two, can you confer it to me? "
"Oh?" Grand Mistress was surprised. "So you want to be the world's number two? I was going to confer you and Mr. Wen Chang as the world's number one scholar, hehe. "After saying that, she pulled up her dress and ran forward while giggling.
'Damn, this girl is teasing me.' Lin Wanrong looked at the Grand Mistress's youthful and energetic back. He suddenly had a feeling that Grand Mistress seemed to be slowly changing. If she used to be like a 30-year-old resentful woman, now she was more like a teenage girl.
It was already autumn and winter, but they could only see a few of the West Lake's Ten Sceneries. The calm lake, the autumn moon, the broken bridge, and the remaining snow could not be seen. It was not yet the hour of the evening bell of Nanping. The only place left was the Lingyin Temple.
The Lingyin Temple was said to have come from a monk who came to Hangzhou in the past. He saw the beautiful mountain peaks here and thought that it was a place where immortals hid, so he built the temple here and named it "Lingyin."
The Lingyin Temple had nine floors, eighteen pavilions, seventy-two halls, and more than three thousand monks. In the previous dynasty, there were many temples in Jiangnan. The magnificent Lingyin Temple was listed as the head of the Five Mountains of Zen and was famous all over the world.
When Grand Mistress brought them to the Lingyin Temple, it was the time when the incense was at its peak. There were too many worshippers coming and going.
Lin Wanrong took a look at the world-famous ancient temple. The Lingyin Temple was indeed hidden. The whole majestic temple was hidden in the deep green of the West Lake's peaks, dense forests, and clear springs.
On the Feilai Peak in front of the temple, on the Green Forest Cave, the Jade Milk Cave, and on the cliffs along the stream, there were hundreds of stone statues of different dynasties. The most majestic one was the Maitreya Buddha, who was grinning from ear to ear and baring his chest.
Although Grand Mistress had been to Hangzhou many times, this was the first time she came to the Lingyin Temple. Seeing the temple's grand scale and the flourishing incense, she also yearned for it. She sighed and said, "The First Temple in Jiangnan really deserves its reputation."
Lin Wanrong was not very enthusiastic about burning incense and worshiping Buddha, but seeing Grand Mistress's interest, he said, "Since that's the case, Grand Mistress should go in quickly. Give us some incense money and ask for a few good sticks."
But Grand Mistress understood the meaning behind his words. She said, "Aren't you going in with us?"
Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "I'm going to take a stroll around the Lingyin Temple first. I'll go in to look for you later." Grand Mistress nodded. She did not say anything and led the three people into the temple.
Lin Wanrong strolled around the temple. He was bored, so he peeked at the female benefactors who came to offer incense, but it was pointless. Just as he was about to enter the temple, he saw a man standing in a quiet and secluded bamboo forest in the distance. The man slowly recited, "The osmanthus moon sets in the middle, the fragrant clouds float outside.
Touching the flower to climb the tower is far away, the wood to take the spring is far away.
Thin frost flowers bloom, the ice light leaves have not withered.
Old age is still fanciful, searching for the opposite to wash away the clamor.
When we enter the Tiantai Road, we look at the remaining stone bridge. "
Damn, he was really a poet. These days, when people saw a scenery, they would come out and recite a few lines of poetry. It was a kind of fashion.
The bamboo forest was quiet, there were more than a dozen big men standing around, looking around vigilantly. The person reciting the poem was happy and content. He was wearing a yellow satin robe and was slowly walking in the forest, looking very leisurely.
Going out with so many bodyguards, he must be rich or noble. Lin Wanrong thought. Just as he was about to turn back, he heard the man call out, "Little brother, can I have a chat with you?"
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