The last lotus root silk is a bit difficult to make.
A load of lotus root silk can be used to make at most one-tenth of a liang of ink pad.
This is a treasure in the eyes of literati that no amount of money can buy!
Introduce an old pervert! ! !
He turned out to be a hidden rich man!
Damn it!
I don’t know how much I muffed when I was the president?
Otherwise, he is just a leak-picking expert who pretends to be a pig and eats the elephant!
"It's just your little poodle's appetite for me. Others, want me to stamp their mark? Even if they take the emperor out, I won't even care."
"Stop bragging."
I sipped my cigarette hard: "You only dare to stamp the Zhubaiyan painting. If you have the ability, Daojun and Emperor will also stamp it."
Zhu Baiyan is the nickname given to Zhu Da by people in the industry. It comes from the fact that the birds he painted like to roll their eyes.
"Who said I don't dare to build it?"
"Qianlong dared to overthrow me but not me? This chapter of my life was given to Fengshen Yinde by Qianlong."
I raised my right hand and made a sign of "please": "You cover it!"
Lao Se Pi got angry and shouted, "Just cover it!"
With that said, Lao Se copied Tian Huang's Zhangzi and put a pestle on Song Huizong's book!
However, in the next second, Lao Sepi stopped dead in his tracks.
He gritted his teeth and glared at me fiercely. Looking at the only authentic cursive calligraphy of Song Huizong in history, he held the steamed bun-sized Tian Huang Zhangzi in his hand and shook it several times before finally giving up.
At this moment, my admiration for Lao Se Pi emerged spontaneously!
Logically speaking, it is the greatest pride and honor of a literati to be able to stamp the authentic work of a peerless celestial being like Song Weizong who only appeared twice in two thousand years.
but!
Lao Se Pi refused to do this.
There is only one reason!
He doesn't deserve it!
It’s not that he doesn’t deserve it!
Rather, Lao Sepi felt that he had not yet reached the level where he could stamp the authentic work of Song Huizong!
This first-class national treasure must be kept and passed down from generation to generation. passed on to future generations.
One, two, seven, or eight centuries later, when future generations see this collection of stickers, they will also identify and appreciate every seal just like us.
When they see the stamp of Lao Se Pi, our descendants will look up the history books and find Lao Se Pi. Read what the world has to say about Lao Se Pi.
Just like we are looking through our predecessors now.
Lao Se Pi is qualified to stamp the paintings of Bada Shanren.
There is no doubt about this!
There are Long Yao's stamps on the chrysanthemum vase and landscape albums.
Long Yao can build it, and so can Lao Sepi!
But when it comes to stamping Song Huizong’s authentic works, the level of Lao Se Biao is still a little bit off!
The entire Shenzhou, including Xia Binghai, Xie Yuanhong, etc., is just a little bit behind!
The character of Lao Se Pi!
I admire it!
Character!
I admire you even more!
"Do you want these rare treasures from me?"
"Why don't you ask me why I want to stamp your stamp?"
"Nonsense! I'm just asking you if you want these babies of mine? I like you, as long as you are willing to call me..."
"don't want!"
After saying this, he threw down two packages of Cordyceps and Rhodiola rosea, grabbed his things and left.
Lao Sepi narrowed his eyes and smiled at me, and said in a long tone: "Call Master to come and listen. I will give you a red sandalwood book box from Brother Fourteen, and put all these things in it. Take it home and play!" "
I stood firm decisively and turned back suddenly.
Lao Sebui was sitting on the sofa, his old eyes under his presbyopic lenses revealed a sea of stars that had never been seen before!
I walked backwards back to Lao Sepi and got closer to him.
In an instant, Lao Sepi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated to 180, and the mist sprayed from his mouth blew all his reading lenses.
wet.
In the old eyes of Fan Bo, there is indescribable anticipation and excitement!
I stared at Lao Sepi and said dumbly: "Get out of here!"
Lao Sepi suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth!
I reached out my hand and took back the Cordyceps Rhodiola rosea and turned away without saying a word.
The old man chased me out of the door and cursed at my back: "Little poodle, please remember this."
"If your master were to dethrone me, the day I moved into the Prince's Mansion, you would be the first to be killed and eaten as dog meat!"
"I'm more qualified to be your master than Cripple Cao."
"Boy! Come back and chat for a while, and I'll show you my other goodies!"
Taking the chrysanthemum vase and landscape painting album stamped by Lao Se, he went straight to the next stop, signed and deposited the handover with the other party, and rushed back to the courtyard as fast as possible.
Yu Xiaoshi was still playing the boring game of piecing together the plain cauldron as always.
Over the past few days, including when I was away, Lao Yu would come over on Saturdays to look for the plain-faced cauldron.
I specially designated a place for him in Sanjin Hospital, so that he could concentrate on his work.
But one thing is that every time you enter the hospital, you must strictly abide by the rules I set.
Except for going through the security check, you are not allowed to touch anything else, and you are not allowed to enter the restricted area designated by me.
A month has passed, and Lao Yu’s great work of putting together remains the same as the day I left, without any progress.
I don’t know if he’s just pretending or if he really can’t do it!
You know, Yu Xiaoshi was a genius who could draw food stamps and money with his bare hands.
Although I strictly prohibit Yu Xiaoshi from bringing any mobile phones or cameras inside, I know that with his photographic memory and innate talent for painting...
After so many days, he has long been able to reproduce all the fragments and complete the splicing in his office.
Maybe he would have completed the splicing project long ago.
However, he still carries a task assigned by someone, and he comes as scheduled every week to complete his mission.
Yu Xiaoshi has indeed changed!
Yesterday, Teacher Lu came over and I could tell when Yu Xiaoshi was dragged to meet Teacher Lu.
My old classmate has lost all affection for Teacher Lu in his heart.
Although he respects Teacher Lu so much on the surface!
I really want to ask Lao Yu directly what he has experienced in these years, so that the eighteen years of being together day and night in the youth class cannot withstand the erosion of a mere eight years in the secular world.
I would rather ask him directly, what does he want?
