Jiang Fan was stunned, his mouth opened and he didn't know what to say.
The bookaholic waved his hand nonchalantly: "Just take it and leave me a poem to write in your own hand."
She was so generous, how could Jiang Fan refuse.
Just thinking that Gu Qiongsu's own mother is actually his fan makes me feel weird.
In fact, in terms of weirdness, their family is quite weird. Be it Zhang Tianshi, Zhang Kuang, Gu Qingshan, including his unknown father Jiang Fan, most of them think they are also weird people.
The only thing I don't know is the virtues of the old monster entrenched on Shushan. Anyway, based on the idea that one family does not belong to the same family, Mr. Jiang thinks that they may be similar.
Zhang Kuang had already handed a pen to him and raised his chin to signal him: "Huh?"
Jiang Fan came to his senses, took the pen and said with a smile, "Does the mountain master have any questions?"
"No..." Zhang Kuang held his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly picked up a wine gourd and threw it to Jiang Fan: "That's right, you should drink first, otherwise you won't be interested in poetry."
Jiang Fan shook his head and laughed. This man was really unconstrained in his actions.
"It's better to skip it. I have something else to do here..."
Zhang Kuang immediately slapped the table: "What's going on? Who are you looking down on?"
Haha, this is a big deal, let's drink it. It just so happens that we can talk about the ancient characters first. Anyway, she still recognizes some of them.
Then he put down the pen, opened the lid and took a sniff. No surprise - the knife was burning.
Over there, Zhang Kuang had already drank several mouthfuls of wine, and he drank wine even more generously than tea.
"Your wine is good, but it's too expensive."
Zhang Kuang was a little dissatisfied.
Jiang Fan smiled and couldn't help but think of Zhang Tianshi and Gu Qingshan, both of whom were poor.
Of course, people are not really poor. Do you think any poor person can get a lapis lazuli scroll worth tens of thousands of gold? All they lack is money...
"The mountain master likes to drink it, you can take it as you like from now on."
"feasible?"
"It's feasible. Otherwise, how about I send someone to deliver a few cars to you every year?"
Zhang Kuang actually thought about it and stretched out his fingers to calculate: "Five cars?"
Seeing her like this, Jiang Fan immediately agreed: "Ten cars!"
Ten carts of wine meant nothing to Jiang Fan. This thing didn't cost much in the first place, not to mention that Yuwen's caravan business now reached all over the country, so sending her some wine was nothing more than a joke.
But the benefits are huge. At least Gu Qiongsu still dares to say something? I have a good relationship with your mother!
Zhang Kuang was excited at that time: "Sure! You are a good person!"
It was not enough to return the favor just now. Ten carts of wine would be good. Your judgment standard is really unstable.
"My son sent me a letter, saying that you are a good person, but you are full of bad intentions. He told me to be careful about you. But I think you are quite generous. That bastard must not like you."
Jiang Fan couldn't help but haha, Gu Qingshan really didn't say nice things behind his back, isn't he afraid of getting mouth sores?
Zhang Kuang is right, he is just an asshole. No wonder he is called a bastard at such an old age. It is not unfair.
However, in front of his wife, Jiang Fan still said magnanimously: "I have a good relationship with Mr. Gu. His talent and character are among the best among the younger generation..."
"What a fool!" Zhang Kuang said disdainfully: "I still don't understand what virtues my son has?"
Come on, Gu Qiongsu, this is not what I said.
But this man spits out fragrance when he opens his mouth wildly, drinks like water, and looks at his virtues of dangling with one foot on the coffee table. How could he be addicted to books and become a bookworm?
No matter how you look at this kind of person, she looks like a charlatan—a female gangster.
If Jiang Fan hadn't seen her writing with his own eyes just now and was amazed by her talent, it would be difficult for Jiang Fan to connect the two.
Or, this is just following the mood, and only this kind of person can write good calligraphy works.
"Don't mention him, tell me about you. You are much more interesting than him. It's a pity that I don't go out and don't know enough about you."
"Me?" Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "What do I have to say."
He said arrogantly: "First of all, have you ever slept with the Empress?"
Jiang Fan was dumbfounded. Has this gossip spread to Shushan? Aren’t you going out?
No, what they saw and heard just now shows that they don’t know anything about the outside world. This mountain of books is somewhat interesting...
"Tell me? What's there to be embarrassed about? Back then I saw a pretty boy with an attractive face, and I slept with him right then... uh, it was Zaizi's father."
Jiang Fan:......
When people drink, they talk more and get closer easily.
Zhang Kuang did not hide his secrets and explained to him in detail the origin of this ancient seal script that he knew.
It turns out that this ancient character was not a universal character even at that time, but was specially used for important matters such as sacrifices, conquests, naming, and contracts.
And this is also the main reason why it was lost. After the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the abdication system was discontinued and the world became a truly hereditary family. And this kind of text that recorded many key historical facts was quietly eliminated. After nearly a hundred years of searching and destroying, it is difficult to find traces in the world.
Jiang Fan was able to know a few people thanks to Paradise City. Because the main person responsible for this matter at that time was the Shadow Guards, they kept some inspection records, and a incomplete ancient scroll was also secretly left behind by someone who was interested.
Zhang Kuang did some research and pointed out the words he knew to Jiang Fan, but told him to check with the old man Can Ling because his own understanding of the meaning of the words may not be correct.
After talking about this, I have actually drunk a lot. The arrogant drinking capacity is really exaggerated. Even if it is not as good as Xiang Chen or my brother-in-law, it is not far behind.
But now, Jiang Fan's drinking capacity is actually very ridiculous. It started after the Long Ao incident. As his physique gets stronger, his drinking capacity also increases.
But there is still no comparison with such people.
It's naturally easier to meet a rival over wine, and later on the two of them were almost calling themselves brothers. It seems that he also said that he would recognize Gu Qingshan as his godson...
Anyway, I don’t know how much, but it was quite enjoyable at the time. I vaguely remember being pulled in front of a big screen and writing a poem under the influence of alcohol. As for what it was about, I can’t remember.
I didn’t have time to think about it either.
What he wants to think about now is——
Whose hands did he fall into?
When he woke up, he found that he was sitting on a large chair. His whole body was limp and weak. Although he could still move, his true energy was obviously blocked.
If there is anything else that I don't understand, it's obviously because of the mud.
"I said...this old man, you've even looked at me for a moment. Can you say something?"
Sitting opposite was an old man, very old, like a piece of rotten wood.
When Jiang Fan woke up, he was sitting there squinting at him with a pair of cloudy old eyes, without saying a word.
Jiang Fan was really awkward and couldn't help but ask, but the other party remained silent.
"I said, who are you? Can you please let me know whose hands it is?"
After a while, until Jiang Fan felt that he was almost sober from the wine, the old man spoke slowly.
"Don't you want to see me?"
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment. Want to see him? A name suddenly flashed in his mind, and he hesitated and asked tentatively: "Old Man Canngling?"
