The hollow wooden door with flower patterns opened slowly. The little eunuch flicked his horsetail whisk and left quietly.
Ning Que looked at the high threshold in front of him and was startled. He tidied up his appearance and entered solemnly. He looked at the precious brushes and inkstones that he had not seen for a long time and smelled the smell of mud ink that had been hidden deep in his memory. He thought of what had happened in this door last year and could not help but feel a little lost.
A middle-aged man stood in front of the bookshelf with his back to the main door of the imperial study. The man wore a plain thin cotton shirt and a black and gold belt around his waist. He looked slightly thin. Although his face could not be seen, Ning Que could easily guess his identity.
Without the guidance of the eunuch, he did not know whether he should kneel down or bow with his hands folded in front. Logically speaking, it should be the former, but few Tangs were willing to stain their knees with dirt, so he was a little hesitant and embarrassed.
The middle-aged man suddenly spoke at this time. His light and gentle tone and the content of his words relieved Ning Que's embarrassment and hesitation in time. He said, "This is not a worship ceremony. Don't think of kneeling down so easily."
It was just a simple sentence, but Ning Que had a very strong good impression of this middle-aged man. In his imagination, the image of the domineering Tang Emperor had always been associated with dignified, indifferent and solemn words. He did not expect the man to be so gentle.
"I heard that you are my secret guard?" The middle-aged man took out an old book from the bookshelf and asked casually while reading it.
Ning Que bowed deeply and replied, "Yes."
"This secret guard is too secretive. Even I don't know about it." The middle-aged man smiled and took out a bookmark from the edge of the bookshelf. He clipped it to the old book as a mark and suddenly asked, "How did you enter this room last year?"
Ning Que was thinking about how to address himself at this time. He wandered between lowly civilian student and lowly official for a moment and naturally excluded lowly official first. After hearing the question, he subconsciously answered, "I entered the palace for an errand and was brought here to wait."
The middle-aged man made a sound of surprise and seemed to be a little confused about something. After a moment of silence, he said, "Since you were on an errand, how did you enter my imperial study? Did anyone see you come in at that time? "
At this point in the conversation, Ning Que felt a little less nervous, but more confused. On the way into the palace, he had imagined the scene when he saw the Emperor. In his imagination, he had thought that after the Emperor saw him, the Emperor would laugh with great joy, take a few steps forward, and pretend to be displeased to hold his hands to stop him from kneeling. Then, the Emperor would let go of his hands and gently stroke his beard. Looking at his fresh and cute face, the Emperor would nod repeatedly, his face full of praise. He would forcefully suppress his excitement and say, "Minister Ning, you have made me look for death. I will reward you with thousands of acres of fertile land and countless beautiful maids. As for official positions in court, you can choose."
However, this was not the case. The fact proved that although Ning Que was not as beautiful as Prince Long Qing, he would still think too well when he was in a state of excitement and worry about personal gains and losses.
Ning Que was a little disappointed and confused when he heard the emperor's last question. He suddenly understood something.
Last year, it was the little eunuch named Lu Ji who arranged for him to come to the Imperial Study. Since the Emperor had been looking for him for half a year and the painting "The Flower Blooms on the Shore Shore" had caused an uproar in the court, there was no reason for the little eunuch named Lu Ji and Commander Xu Chongshan not to connect this matter with him. His Majesty did not find him, which could only mean one thing — whether it was Commander Xu Chongshan or the little eunuch named Lu Ji, they did not report to His Majesty that he had entered the Imperial Study.
As for why they did not report it, there could be many reasons. For example, they had forgotten, or they were idiots, or they were worried about what kind of trouble this matter would bring. Ning Que did not know the reason at this time, but he was clear that if his answer did not match the answer of Commander Xu and the little eunuch, it would bring them a lot of trouble, or even trouble himself.
Therefore, he frowned and thought seriously for a moment. Then, he shook his head and said sincerely, "No one should know."
The Emperor listened to the answer coming from behind and laughed loudly. He put the old book in his hand back to the bookshelf and turned to look at the young student at the door of the Imperial Study. He sighed and said, "You really have a good character. No wonder Second Brother Chao thinks highly of you."
Ning Que looked at the bookshelf and found that the man was just an ordinary middle-aged man with white hair. He was not as majestic as he had imagined, and his aura was even more terrifying than that of the Vermilion Bird. Moreover, looking at the man's expression and smile, Ning Que knew that his answer was right, although he did not know why he was right.
The Emperor looked at Ning Que and suddenly waved his hand. He smiled and said, "Come here."
Looking at the smile on the Emperor's face, Ning Que's heart slightly tightened. He forcibly suppressed his nervousness and walked over.
The Emperor pointed at the piece of calligraphy on the table and asked with a smile, "Did you write this?"
Ning Que glanced at it with the corner of his eyes and looked at the five big words on the yellow bud paper. He instantly recalled the pride and joy he felt after he finished writing it last year. He replied softly, "It is indeed my absurd work that day."
"It is not absurd at all." The Emperor looked at him with a smile and said, "I like your calligraphy very much."
Finally, the process of praise and appreciation began. Ning Que suddenly found that he did not know how to respond. It was probably because the Emperor's tone was too natural and casual when he said it. There was only calm appreciation and no visible excitement. It was as if he was saying that the Empress had peeled the green onions last night and baked the flatbread was very fragrant. How could he be moved?
His Majesty obviously did not expect Ning Que to be moved to tears by his words. He gently stroked his long beard and looked at the five characters on the table. After admiring it for a while, he sighed and said, "It's been so hard for me to find you."
The Emperor had been addressing himself as "I" before. Now that he suddenly changed to "I", the atmosphere in the Imperial Study suddenly changed. Moreover, the strong meaning hidden in this sentence was many times stronger than the previous one. It had changed from a very distant elegance to a very strong appreciation. Ning Que was not used to the former and did not know how to respond to the latter.
The Emperor looked at him with a smile and suddenly said, "The fish jumps in this sea, the flower blooms on the other shore. You only wrote the last sentence and I always feel that it is a pity. Since I have found you today, why don't you finish the two sentences? How about I grind the ink for you? "
To let the Emperor of the Tang Empire grind the ink, spread the brush, lay the paper and stamp the seal was undoubtedly the highest treatment for those who loved calligraphy. In fact, it was a treatment that they did not even dare to think about. Compared with this treatment, even if you put all the popular girls in the House of Red Sleeves into the study to add incense and grind the ink, it would not be worth mentioning.
Ning Que was shocked when he heard this. He sincerely declined, "How can I do that? As for the 'The Fish Jumps in This Sea' couplets, they were originally obtained by Your Majesty. I am just a transcriber. If I write it again today … Your Majesty is right in front of me, how would I dare to write it on your behalf? "
He had been wandering from place to place since he was a child, struggling to survive at the bottom of the Tang Empire. He did not have much experience in interacting with the nobles. On the journey back from the grassland, he could hang out with Li Yu, the princess of the Tang Empire. That was because Li Yu was a delicate little maidservant. Although he knew Li Yu's identity, he had always insisted on treating Li Yu as a maidservant in order to make himself more relaxed. But now he was facing the most powerful man in the world. How should he get along with him?
If it were any other inexperienced young man, he would probably be in a mess in the Imperial Study today. But Ning Que was still Ning Que after all. He was able to survive in the dangerous world when he was still a child. In addition to the chopper at his waist and the courage to kill, his mouth was sweeter than honey, and his ability to wag his tail and beg for mercy was also indispensable.
As for pleasing the superiors and flattering the nobles, as long as he was willing to do it, he could do it better than anyone else. When he was in the City of Wei, he was a young soldier from outside the city. He was able to win the favor of the soldiers and the people in the city. He was able to make several generals in the City of Wei dote on him as if he was their nephew. It was easy and easy for him to use this ability to flatter His Majesty.
His Majesty was slightly taken aback when he heard Ning Que's words. He couldn't help but raise his head to look at Ning Que's face and chastised him with a smile. "Your flattery is a bit too stiff. Everyone in the world knows that my handwriting is terrible. How can I be worthy of the words' precious'? Not to mention in front of you. "
Ning Que chuckled. He was very thick-skinned and did not care about the reprimand. He had seen His Majesty's handwriting with his own eyes. It was indeed … not good. But so what? No matter how stiff the flattery was, it was still flattery. Even if His Majesty knew that his handwriting was terrible, he would still feel happy to be praised by others, not to mention by me.
Looking at Ning Que's indifferent expression, His Majesty indeed felt a little happy. He thought to himself that although the calligrapher he had chosen was much younger than he had imagined, his eyes were really sharp and unique. His evaluation was most likely to be flattering him. But seeing how natural and sincere he was, perhaps the remaining twenty to thirty percent meant that His Majesty's handwriting had indeed improved a lot, or was it rather impressive?
"Let's cut the chatter. Since I have finally caught you, you have to write a few pieces of calligraphy tonight and let me have a good look."
"Your Majesty, I have used up too much energy in the Academy last night. My body is also a little weak. I really can't write anything good. It's not that I dare to go against Your Majesty's will. It's just that writing is all about the spirit … "
His Majesty's face turned a little ugly. But he thought that what Ning Que said did make sense. He was very clear about how difficult it was to enter the Second floor of the Academy. Moreover, he thought that the lad in front of him could actually defeat Long Qing and enter the Second floor of the Academy. He would definitely be a pillar of the Empire in the future. He was afraid that Ning Que would be very ambitious. If he only treated him as a calligrapher and an official, he was afraid that Ning Que would feel a little humiliated.
Ning Que said as he secretly looked at His Majesty's face. Suddenly, like a magic trick, he took out a few scrolls from his sleeves and respectfully placed them on the desk.
"Your Majesty, these are the writings that I have been practicing calligraphy in recent years. I have picked some that are acceptable. Your Majesty, please point them out."
Hearing this, His Majesty looked at the scrolls on the desk. His eyes suddenly brightened. He quickly bent down and stretched out his hand to flatten the scrolls. Then, he looked at the lines and scribbles on the scrolls and fell into a long silence.
After a long time, a joyful exclamation finally broke the silence in the imperial study.
His Majesty shook his head and exclaimed in surprise, "Good writing! Really, really good writing! "
He turned around and looked at Ning Que with his eyes shining. He said, "Minister Ning, I heard that you have opened a shop in the Eastern City of Chang 'an. I believe that the works that you have made over the years must be more than these scrolls. Bring them quickly and let me have a good look."
Ning Que was stunned. Facing His Majesty's eager eyes, he awkwardly replied, "Your Majesty, the scrolls that I have written, this, that, basically … are used to sell for money."
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Not far from the South Gate of the majestic imperial city, there was a quiet Taoist temple hidden among the green trees. It was where the South Gate of Haotian Taoism was located.
In the deepest hall of the South Gate Temple, Yan Se, the Divine Talisman Master who had been heroic in the Academy and wanted to compete with Second Brother, now seemed to have become a child who had done something wrong. He sat cross-legged on the dark-colored wooden floor. The beard under his chin was scorched as if it had been burned. His eyes were no longer wretched and innocently stared at the floor in front of him. He did not dare to look at the opposite side. However, although he did not dare to look at the opposite side, the dense wrinkles on his face were already full of guilt and flattery.
Li Qingshan, the Master of Nation of Tang, looked at his Senior Brother in front of him. His eyes were as gloomy as a resentful woman in the palace. The respect he had for his Senior Brother had completely turned into disappointment and anger.
"Ning Que can't enter the South School of Haotian Taoism. This means that although he is your student, the South School of Haotian Taoism will not have its own Divine Talisman Master after you die. This also means that after we die, no one can support the South School."
Master Yan Se raised his head and looked at his Junior Brother with a silly smile. He comforted him and said, "It is not so serious. Since Ning Que is my student, if he becomes a Divine Talisman Master in the future, he can't just watch the South School be in trouble. Besides, although I am old and dying, Junior Brother, you are still young. Maybe when you die, Ning Que will already be dead. In this case, what is the use of him? "
Li Qingshan looked at his Senior Brother expressionlessly. After a long silence, he sighed and shook his head. He said, "Senior Brother, do you really not know the difference between the two? If Ning Que enters the South School, I will let him be the master of the South School in the future. He will be the Master of Nation of Tang. The South School can't be weakened even if it wants to. But if he is only your student, he can only be a visiting professor of the South School in the future. But what is the use of being a visiting professor? Liu Bai from the South Jin Kingdom is also a visiting professor of the West-Hill Divine Palace. But when did you see Liu Bai risking his life for the Divine Hall? "
Yan Se agreed to the request of the Second Brother of the Academy to accept Ning Que as a Talisman Taoism student in his own name, but completely cut off the possibility of Ning Que entering the South School of Haotian Taoism. He was ashamed in his heart and felt a little ashamed when he came back to face Li Qingshan. At this time, Li Qingshan's words became more and more serious, which made him even more embarrassed. At last, he did not dare to look at Li Qingshan's resentful eyes and walked away awkwardly with his face covered.
All the way through the trees and corridors, the disciples of the South School of Haotian Taoism, Taoist boys and Taoist nuns, respectfully saluted and avoided. Master Yan Se did not want to show his kind and lecherous side at all today. He hurried forward with a livid face. He gave up the main door and went straight to the side door. When he pushed the side door open and walked into the side alley, he reached out to brush off the green leaves on his shoulder. His wrinkled old face finally returned to normal.
Although he felt sorry for the South School, he finally found a successor. Yan Se was ashamed, but in fact he could not suppress the joy in his heart. Previously in the South School, in front of the Master of Nation Li Qingshan, the joy was covered by shame. Now in the side alley, he finally began to show it.
A carriage blocked the entrance of the alley. Looking at the emblem of a marquis's mansion on the shaft, he was slightly stunned.
A man who looked like a steward jumped out of the carriage and looked at Master Yan Se up and down. It seemed that he was a little confused about the appearance of this old Taoist. After a long time, he remembered the earnest instructions of his master. He smiled humbly and said sincerely, "Greetings to Master Yan Se. I am the steward of the Anle Marquis's Mansion. Today I come to you by the order of the Marquis. I heard that you have a copybook in your hand …"
Master Yan Se stared at the steward's face coldly. He did not bother to think about the other's purpose and directly said in a cold voice, "Get out."
After saying this word, he directly pushed the steward away and proudly walked to the entrance of the alley.
The steward of the Marquis's Mansion looked extremely terrible behind him. However, thinking of Yan Se's high status as a Divine Talisman Master, he did not dare to have any complaints. He just kept following Yan Se's footsteps and cried, "Master, please let me finish my words."
An old voice suddenly came from the entrance of the alley, "What kind of person is Master Yan Se? What kind of person are you? No matter what Marquis Anle wants to ask Master Yan Se, or invite him into the Marquis's Mansion, or come to meet him solemnly, they all have to show the courtesy of a junior. But you, a steward, actually came to meet him. The Marquis is too impulsive. "
The steward of the Marquis's Mansion did not dare to provoke a Divine Talisman Master, but it did not mean that there were many people in Chang 'an City that he did not dare to provoke. Listening to the seemingly exhortation but actually undisguised provocation, he became angry. He walked out of the alley and looked at the white-haired old man standing beside a green bamboo chair. He waved his hand and scolded, "What kind of person am I …"
Suddenly his body became stiff and his voice trembled. He hurriedly knelt on one knee to salute and said, "I am not worthy of your concern. I am extremely confused. I will go back and tell the Marquis's words to the Marquis."
The white-haired old man faintly looked at the steward of the Marquis's Mansion kneeling in front of him, waved his hand and said, "I did not expect that you have such good adaptability. You are a qualified steward of the Marquis's Mansion."
The old man's surname was Wang and his name was Shichen. He was the Grand Secretary of the Imperial Library of the Tang Empire. He had been in power for three dynasties and was highly respected by His Majesty. Even Prince Li Peiyan had to pay respect to this old man, not to mention Marquis Anle.
Although the steward of the Marquis's Mansion did not know why this Grand Secretary Wang appeared outside the alley of the Southern Gate Temple, he dared not to say more. He repeatedly saluted to the two old men and then fled with his carriage like the wind.
Master Yan Se frowned and looked at Grand Secretary Wang. He cupped his hands and asked, "Old scholar, today is the holiday and there is no need to go to the court. Why are you here? It is not a good reason to go out of the palace. "
"I quarreled with the Old Chancellor a few days ago. Is this reason enough?" Grand Secretary Wang coughed twice and replied.
Yan Se thought for a while and said angrily, "You quarreled last winter. How could it be a few days ago?"
"Anyway, the double-hook copy of 'The Flower Blooms on the Shore on the Shore' is in that old guy's mansion. That old guy not only doesn't let me see it, but also often annoys me with this matter. " Grand Secretary Wang could not hide his anger. He stroked his beard and said angrily, "The double-hook copy is too rigid in the original meaning of the lines. It has the original shape but no meaning. How can it be better than the copy that His Majesty gave me?"
"What you're saying is unreasonable." Yan Se knew this case well. He shook his head and said, "Everyone knows that if you want to copy the original meaning of the original, the double-hook method is certainly the best way."
Yan Se was the only Divine Talisman Master in the South School of Haotian. Wang Shichen was a senior who had experienced three dynasties. They were familiar with each other for decades and had a common identity, that was, they were great calligraphers in the world. At this time, when it came to the method of copying, they naturally would not give way.
"Even if the double-hook copy is the best." Wang Shichen smiled slightly and said proudly, "So what? When I take the Chicken Soup Calligraphy back today, I will hang it in the central hall instead of the study. That old guy will be annoyed. "
"Wait." Yan Se said strangely, "What is the Chicken Soup Calligraphy?"
"It's the account paper that you took from the House of Red Sleeves."
Grand Secretary Wang looked at him with a serious expression and said, "Now the news has spread. Those calligraphy sections that were sold by the Old Brush Pen Shop in Eastern City have been taken away. I don't think those sections have any special meaning, but this Chicken Soup Calligraphy is quite different. You concluded that Ning Que has the potential to be a Divine Talisman Master based on this Chicken Soup Calligraphy. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could keep this calligraphy in my house? "
Yan Se sighed and said, "This rumor really spreads faster than talisman books."
Grand Secretary Wang stared at him and said, "Let's cut to the chase. Anle Marquis is extremely stupid. He actually sent a steward to ask for it from you. I am a Grand Secretary of three dynasties. I personally come to the alley to stop you and ask for your student's calligraphy section. This is already giving you enough face. Don't say that you don't want to give me face. Otherwise, both of us will lose face. "
"I only hear the aura of an old hooligan from your words. I don't think you want to save face at all." Yan Se said angrily, "You and I have known each other for decades. I can't believe that you, a Grand Secretary of three dynasties, would be disturbed by such a small thing!"
Grand Secretary Wang said angrily, "If it's something else, it's fine. But the Flower Blooms Calligraphy has caused too much trouble in Chang 'an this year. That old man bullied me too much. If I can't get back my face, how can I, a Grand Secretary of three dynasties, have a foothold in the imperial court?"
Yan Se looked at him and suddenly said, "Ten thousand."
The anger on Grand Secretary Wang's face suddenly disappeared. He laughed and said, "Four thousand."
Yan Se took out the thin account paper from his sleeve and handed it over. He said, "Deal."
Grand Secretary Wang took the thin paper. Without even looking at it, he turned around and sat back on the green bamboo chair. He shouted to his entourage, "What are you waiting for? Go back quickly! Invite the best Master Xing from the Bao Rong Store to the mansion! Then ask the third brother to prepare a banquet tomorrow to celebrate the birthday and invite the guests to appreciate the Chicken Soup Calligraphy! "
The green bamboo chair rushed away with the wind and dust, and the conversation between the Grand Secretary and the steward could be faintly heard.
"Old master, your 80th birthday has passed last month."
"Idiot! The eldest brother's second daughter is celebrating her birthday this month! "
"Invite that little girl, Jin Wucai, as well. Most importantly, don't forget to invite her old grandpa as well!"
"If he doesn't come, I'll go and invite him myself!"
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At this time, Ning Que was nervously meeting the Emperor in the Imperial Palace, looking for every opportunity to flatter the Emperor. He didn't know that the note he wrote last year after drinking had been sold for two thousand taels of silver, and it was only a friendship price.
As for Sangsang, who had never had the chance to see the note, she was nervous and speechless in the Old Brush Pen Shop on Lin 47th Street.
Listening to the continuous knocks on the door, looking at the stewards of various manors who were waving the notes anxiously through the crack of the door, and the people who were excitedly discussing on the opposite side of the street, the little handmaiden didn't know how to deal with the situation at all.
Thinking of the young master's instructions before he left, she tidied up all the calligraphy she had collected, opened the bed board, took out the box, and put it neatly together with the precious notes. Then she took two extremely thick iron chains and locked all the doors and windows.
After doing these things, she walked back to the front of the shop and nailed the door that was difficult to close with a big iron nail. Only then did she feel a little relieved. Ignoring the waves of noise outside, she wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead and carried the big black umbrella and a few of the most important things that Ning Que had told her. She opened the back door of the small courtyard and quietly slipped out.
It was still early at this time, and it was time for lunch. When Sangsang walked into the brothel of House of Red Sleeves, she didn't see any scene of flirting, but only smelled countless delicious food and wine. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva as she had not eaten for a day and a night.
Mistress Jian's personal handmaiden, Xiaocao, was holding the railing on the top floor and staring blankly down. Suddenly seeing Sangsang appear in the building, she was immediately overjoyed and rushed down as fast as she could. She held Sangsang's hands with both hands and complained,
"Why haven't you come these days? Did your Young Master forbid you from leaving? Ning Que is such a person. Mistress Jian didn't let him come to these brothels because she wanted him to focus on his studies. How dare he vent his anger on you! Also, I heard that you have been to the Princess's Mansion as a guest for half a year. Are you so used to seeing noble people that you have forgotten us frivolous friends? "
Sangsang didn't have time to listen to Xiaocao's complaints. At this time, she had to race against time with all the people in Chang 'an who heard the news. She directly asked, "When my young master was drunk last year, he once wrote a memo here. Where is it?"
Xiaocao was slightly startled and immediately said, "I'll ask for you."
After a moment, Xiaocao ran back and said, "I've asked. It seems that Sister Dewdrop took it away at that time. Why are you looking for it? It has been so long, who knows where it has been thrown away. "
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Cao Youning always had some confidence in speaking in Chang 'an because his brother-in-law was the assistant minister of the Ministry of Works. Since the Minister of the Ministry of Works was vacant at the end of last year, his brother-in-law was regarded as the next Minister of the Ministry of Works. However, things suddenly changed at the beginning of this spring. A high-ranking official who returned from the River Transport Governor Mansion became a strong competitor of his brother-in-law. His Majesty had been silent about this appointment, and the Prime Minister and those Grand Secretaries had not made up their minds.
In such a tense and critical moment, his brother-in-law became more and more low-key and silent. Therefore, Cao Youning's confidence in speaking in Chang 'an became weaker and weaker. Especially at this moment, when he was facing the most popular girl in the House of Red Sleeves, Dewdrop, his tone could no longer be described as low-key. He even sounded a little humble.
"I say, good girl, please do me a favor and let me have that invitation card."
Cao Youning looked at the plump girl in the chair. If it was any other day, he would have been swayed and wanted to pounce on her. However, his mind was occupied by that matter today and he couldn't care about this at all.
He said sincerely, "The student you mentioned just now is the owner of the Blooming Flowers Calligraphy in the palace. His Majesty has confirmed his identity and is talking to him in the Imperial Study now. If I lie to you, I can probably save some money. However, you and I are acquaintances, and he will not treat you like this. Dewdrop, you can't treat me like this either!"
Dewdrop had already woken up from the previous shock. She rubbed her forehead with a headache and said helplessly, "But the account paper …"
Cao Youning corrected her seriously, "Not the account paper. The news from the Southern Gate Temple has spread all over Chang 'an. Now everyone knows about that calligraphy. That calligraphy should be called Chicken Soup Calligraphy."
Dewdrop waved her hand helplessly and said, "Alright, I'll do as you say. But that … Chicken Soup Calligraphy is really not in my hands. After I took it back that day, it was taken away by someone that night. "
"Who took it?" Cao Youning asked nervously, "Miss, you have to recall carefully. You should know that this calligraphy is extraordinary. The Minister of Offerings at the Southern Gate judged that Ning Que had the potential to be a Divine Talisman Master based on this calligraphy. This calligraphy will definitely become a famous calligraphy in the world in the future!"
Dewdrop snappily smiled and said, "There's no need to recall carefully. That old Taoist was a dirty mess with a weird temperament, but he was generous. How could I forget such a regular customer?"
Hearing her description, Cao Youning was stunned for a while. Then he suddenly slapped his thigh and said in shock, "Oh! My little ancestor! That's not a dirty Taoist. That Taoist must be the Divine Talisman Master Yan Se! "
Dewdrop was shocked. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and could not say anything for a long time. She thought to herself, "What's wrong with this world? How could it become so absurd in one day? That adorable lad turned out to be the calligrapher that His Majesty had been looking for for half a year. And that wretched and dirty Taoist who would come to drink and have fun every other month was actually a Divine Talisman Master! "
Suddenly, she thought of something and stood up in surprise. She ordered the maidservant to carry out a small abandoned table from the back of the house.
"Look at this table. On it is the dirty Taoist … No, it is Master Yan Se, the Minister of Offerings of the South School of Haotian Taoism, the only remaining Divine Talisman Master and the Senior Brother of the Nation Master. He used all his skills to copy the Chicken Soup Calligraphy on this table!"
She wiped off the dust on the table with her hand and looked at the scribbled handwriting. She felt that she was really a great judge of character and had great foresight. While admiring herself, she said a long paragraph of words without pause …
Cao Youning put his face close to the table and stared at the scribbled handwriting. His eyes gradually brightened and he said joyfully, "Miss Dewdrop, you can name your price. You don't have to say these words to make the atmosphere better."
Dewdrop covered her mouth with a handkerchief and giggled. She said without any embarrassment, "Three thousand taels."
Cao Youning straightened up and said resolutely, "Deal."
"No."
The door of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open. Sangsang and Xiaocao walked in quickly.
Cao Youning asked in surprise, "Why not?"
Sangsang took a careful look at the handwriting on the table and said to Dewdrop seriously, "Sell the rubbings."
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