You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 308: 22 Gold, 12 Not Less

You don't need to do or say anything to express your dislike for someone.

Just standing there was enough to earn everyone's glares.

Especially as the king of a fallen country who abandoned the city and fled, he is very eye-catching.

Xuanxing, who is only in his twenties, has a gentle face and a polite smile. He doesn't show the cruelty and ruthlessness of the former Daying royal family at all.

When Cheng Su saw people, she snorted in disdain, barely audible.

Cai Jiang chose to look sideways and pretend to ignore it.

Looking at the sixteen people in front of him, as well as some scholars who were stopped outside the door, Xuanxing sighed sadly:

"This Marquis has come uninvited..."

Hearing this sigh, the young eunuch next to him stepped forward.

"No matter what, the Marquis was personally appointed by Emperor Qing. Why can't he come to such a small gathering like the Fanjing Elegant Gathering?"

It sounds nice, but the two words "Wei Tian" in Wei Tian Hou are clearly humiliating.

I don’t know who they are singing this song for.

The air was suddenly silent and the scene was very awkward for a while.

At this moment, Bai Wan knew from the look in his eyes that he came here on purpose.

He put down his wine glass and quietly said to Ling Shumo beside him, "I bet you the third sheet on page 18. This guy is here to mess things up today."

Ling Shumo had no choice but to step forward with his hands clasped.

"Master Hou!"

Short, powerful, and without any emotion.

He was one of the only two people in this gathering who had achieved success, so he had to break the peace.

Xuanxing's eyes were the brightest. He looked at the person in front of him seriously before speaking earnestly:

"I have long admired the name of painter Han. They say that no one in ancient or modern times can surpass the painter Xi Meng. Seeing him today, I find him truly elegant and distinguished."

"puff--"

Bai Wan, who was sitting next to him, had just finished eating an apple and spat out the core with a distorted expression.

Xuanxing glanced at him with disdain, full of disdain.

He originally thought that the "Fanjing Yaji" presided over by the painting saint Han Miaoran was an elegant gathering of literati.

However, there were also common people who made dough figurines, drew sugar paintings, and wore coarse linen clothes.

There is even such a vulgar person who spits out fruit pits.

Ling Shumo bowed slightly and said, "My Lord, you have come at a bad time. Today's gathering is almost over."

At 5 p.m. in the evening, the sun began to set in the west.

This can't be considered as expulsion, but it's better than making all the people here who are dissatisfied with him feel bad.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Xuanxing understood what was meant, but relying on his status, he stood upright, and the few guards behind him did not move.

He walked to the wooden table in front of him and saw the "Fanjing Yaji Picture" at a glance.

The sky is dark and the catkins are flying. The people are different and unique.

The brushwork is effortless and fascinating.

Signed "Ran Mo", painted by Xi Meng Jushi, and inscribed by Lin'an Jushi.

"Master Han's paintings are truly unrivaled in the world. This duke longs to be like him. Can I..."

He bowed to Ling Shumo cautiously, clearly recognizing the wrong person.

"No, this painting belongs to all of us and cannot be given away!"

The sound came from far away and gradually got closer. Bai Wan, who had just spit out the fruit core, stood up and walked over.

Xuanxing also noticed this person and saw that his fingertips were covered with calluses and were uneven, clearly a scholar.

"Abai." Ling Shumo felt that his words were sarcastic and gave him a slight reminder.

It is really hard to believe that the person in front of me is the famous Han Miaoran.

This is not the kind of noble temperament that is as pure and proud as the moon and independent of the world. Instead, it is very worldly.

Bai Wan calmly put away the half-dried scroll and carefully handed it to the servant beside him:

"Today's paintings are rare, so please take them to the art association to frame them and take good care of them."

"Yes!" the man said.

Xuanxing on this side found that he was being ignored and had a complicated expression.

He couldn't help but ask, "Are you actually the lay Buddhist Xi Meng?"

Bai Wan looked at him with a mixed look of surprise, so he had to say deliberately: "Yeah, it doesn't look like it?"

It turns out that the more accomplished the painter is, the weirder his temper is!

Xuanxing's expression changed slightly, and suddenly he smiled. "Master Han, I don't intend to take this painting away from you. I have admired it for a long time and want to paint it for you."

Bai Wan saw that she was wearing brocade clothes that looked very rich, with the piping inlaid with gold thread, and the jade hairpin on her head was low-key and luxurious.

however……

Perhaps one foot of cloth from this person is worth the living expenses of ten families for several years, or even more.

A faint sound came out——

"Han wants two thousand gold!"

He raised his eyebrows and spoke in a very serious tone.

The people around were obviously frightened and couldn't help but gasp.

Xuanxing was shocked for a moment, then calmed down a bit: "Can you say it again?"

Bai Wan raised her sleeves and repeated:

"Two thousand taels of gold, not a single tael less!"

The sound echoed in the yard for a long time.

Everyone's eyes were on him, as if they had seen a monster.

Only Ling Shumo looked at him softly without saying a word, his brows and eyelashes calm, and every inch of his gaze seemed to be cheering for him.

Xuan Xing's face was gloomy. "I never thought that Painter Han would be so greedy and worldly. It's simply..."

He doesn't look like a fresh and unworldly celebrity at all.

Everyone looked at each other with understanding, and even smiled faintly.

Bai Wan repeated again: "I said, two thousand taels of gold."

"No, I won't draw!"

He spread out his hands and asked for money with confidence.

Xuanxing could probably guess at this time that the person next to him was Ling Shumo, and he was even more puzzled.

It would be fine if Han Miaoran was just greedy for money, but Ling Shumo was the top scorer in the imperial examination that year, yet he actually joined in such an humiliating act.

Where has the integrity and noble character gone?

Xuanxing stared at the man intently, his teeth trembling: "Okay——"

In today's art world, when it comes to influential painters, Han Miaoran is second to none.

Moreover, when Han Miaoran was an engineer and a painter, he had made military achievements for Emperor Qingwu.

Hearing the compromise, Bai Wan laughed out loud, "Let's sign a document first and pay a deposit. Then, my Lord, you can tell me what to paint."

Words...documents...deposit?

Xuanxing felt that his heart was a little overwhelmed. No one had ever dared to ask him for receipts or deposits.

The Marquis Weitian's mansion was in Caizhou. Even if the coffins of common people's homes were upended, no one dared to say a word.

"Ridiculous! Someone, take Han Miaoran back to my house and make him sober up!"

In an instant, a small group of guards rushed into the yard.

At this moment, the atmosphere was really tense.

At this moment, Bai Wan suddenly whispered in his ear:

"Lord Wei Tian, I have announced this Fanjing Elegant Gathering to the world. I've written about it in the tabloids and in the official documents."

The voice is decent and solemn.

"Are you sure you can still find an artist like me who can help you?"

"Will he tolerate anyone else beside his bed?"

Every sentence is heartbreaking.

Xuanxing was so angry that his heart hurt even more.

"Stop, have... have someone fetch me my seal."

Everyone’s first feeling was that Bai Wan was going to cheat people again.

Ling Shumo smiled bitterly in his heart: When this man paints, if he meets rich and powerful people, he will ask for a fortune, but when he meets poor people, he will give them away for free depending on his mood.

But…

Because his paintings are so exquisite that they are priceless, people are helpless.