After casually eating some wine, Shen Qingyun left the scene. With him around, his subordinates were somewhat reluctant to let go. It was better to leave and let them have a good time and avoid being toasted.
Moreover, Shen Qingyun also has a guest.
When he returned to Zhuangzi, he saw that Su Chengwang had already drank.
"Fifty guan, you are really rich."
Shen Qingyun sat opposite Su Chengwang and gave Su Chengwang more wine.
"There is no other way. If you have money, you can make it." Shen Qingyun said with a smile: "There are actually not many men of the right age in Xiayang Village. Even if we include widowers, it is only a few hundred taels. The Shen family can still afford it."
"You are more direct."
"The method is direct and the effect is immediate." Shen Qingyun said: "I dare say that within a month, Xiayang Village will have to hold several weddings."
"Of course, that's fifty guan." Su Chengwang sighed and said, "The taxes in Dachu are quite heavy. Ordinary people may not be able to save a guan even if they work hard for a year. You gave fifty guan in one breath. Who can not Feeling excited?"
"I heard it. You are always scolding me."
Su Chengwang chuckled, "The wealth of the Shen family was earned by Uncle Si Nan with his sword and his spear. You are his son, so of course you should enjoy it. Why should I scold you?" "
Shen Qingyun nodded, "Xiayang Village belongs to the Shen family. We can only do so much. As for others, I can't control them."
Su Chengwang nodded slightly when he heard the words. These words may not sound very nice, but they make sense.
Don't be arrogant, Shen Qingyun is already better than many people.
"By the way, has the secret lock been unlocked?"
Shen Qingyun shook his head while picking up vegetables and said, "No."
"Yes, if you can untie it so easily, then my life has been in vain all these years." Su Chengwang nodded slightly, then smiled and said: "I heard that you like to practice calligraphy on weekdays. I don't know which of us you practice it with." Font?"
"Who said that?" Shen Qingyun's eyes shrank.
Su Chengwang smiled and glanced at Xiao Huan who was waiting beside him.
"Your Majesty..." Xiaohuan looked pitiful.
Shen Qingyun glared at her and said, "You will not be allowed to eat tonight."
"oh..."
Su Chengwang saw this and smiled: "It's not something shameful, why bother covering it up?"
"I just finished writing it blindly. I can't tell you what font or font it is..." As he said that, Shen Qingyun's eyes moved slightly, "You must be a master of calligraphy. It seems that you came here empty-handed today, right? Why don't you also write two words? , how about it being a congratulatory gift to Zhang Nan?"
Su Chengwang certainly didn't come empty-handed, but at this time he was also interested and agreed immediately.
"That's fine, then I'll take care of you with my pen and ink, and I'll show you my skills."
Shen Qingyun was overjoyed when he heard this, "It's not convenient here, why not just go to the study at the back, it's quiet there."
"That's fine." Su Chengwang nodded.
Shen Qingyun led Su Chengwang to the backyard and walked through the corridor when he saw a figure standing in the courtyard.
Shen Qingyun was stunned when he saw this, rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "I actually forgot about her."
"Oh? Who is this girl?" Su Chengwang looked at Shen Qingyun with a smile.
Qiao'er heard the voice and turned her head. Her weak look was really endearing.
"I've met the Crown Prince." Qiao'er nodded slightly, then bowed lightly to Su Chengwang and said, "I've met the old gentleman."
Shen Qingyun explained: "This is a friend of mine who suffered some cold weather two days ago and is staying temporarily in Zhuangzi."
"That's it." Shen Qingyun said this, and Su Chengwang believed it.
Shen Qingyun saw this and said: "Please come this way."
When Su Cheng came to the study room, he saw that there were not many books in the room. There were only some papers filled with words scattered on the table.
"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky..." Su Chengwang picked up a piece of paper and read a sentence, then said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to also like Li Wenzhenggong's poems."
"Yes, I like it very much." Shen Qingyun gritted his teeth.
Qiao'er behind him covered his mouth and chuckled when he heard this, but Shen Qingyun turned around and glared fiercely.
"Huh?" Su Chengwang suddenly showed doubts.
"What's wrong?" Shen Qingyun asked.
Su Chengwang said: "I remember that Li Wenzhenggong's wine was clearly 'Li Xuezi, Chen Kuangsheng', and also 'Chen Master, Miss Xiao'. Why did it come to you, but it was 'Cen Master, Dan Qiusheng'? That's right. It’s a clerical error, so it can’t be that much different, right?
What can you say? "
What can be said about this?
Shen Qingyun rolled his eyes secretly. He, Li Youya, had completely altered Taibai Shixian's poems randomly, and he still didn't allow me to correct the chaos?
"I just suddenly forgot and added a new sentence myself."
"Haha..." Su Chengwang didn't think too much, and browsed some more casually, and then said, "Whose font did you copy this character from?"
"I told you to just practice and have fun."
Su Chengwang shook his head and said: "It's a neat workmanship, but it doesn't have any charm at all. It can't be called ugly, but it can't be called a good word either."
Shen Qingyun smiled and said: "Isn't this asking you to give me some advice?"
Su Chengwang nodded slightly and held his right wide sleeve with his left hand. Seeing this, Shen Qingyun quickly stepped forward and laid out an empty piece of paper for Su Chengwang.
Su Chengwang smiled and said to Qiaoer: "Please ask the girl to sharpen ink for me."
Qiaoer nodded slightly, "Yes."
Su Chengwang held the brush in his hand, thought about it for a while, and then put the ink on the pen.
The same drink, the same words, but completely different styles.
If Shen Qingyun's calligraphy is completely devoid of aura and blandness, then Su Chengwang's handwriting exudes a chic and elegant temperament all the time.
After a long time, the ink stopped and the poem was completed. The iron paintings and silver hooks were intertwined on the paper. They were only in black and white, but they were as stunning as a scroll.
Shen Qingyun doesn't know calligraphy, so he can't speak of the exquisiteness of Su Chengwang's calligraphy, but he has basic aesthetics, and anyone who is not blind can see the quality of Su Chengwang's calligraphy.
"Thank you for your hard work, old man."
Su Chengwang put down his pen and said with a smile: "I haven't written a single word in some days, so today I have all my fun."
Shen Qingyun watched intently, with a smile in his eyes.
Seeing this, Su Chengwang smiled and said, "It's getting late and I'm tired, so I'll give this calligraphy to you as a copybook."
"Then thank you, old man." Shen Qingyun smiled, waved and said: "Lao Qi, give me a ride."
After Su Chengwang left, Qiaoer said: "This old gentleman is really a great man. Qiaoer has seen many famous people's calligraphy and paintings, but none of them can compare with this calligraphy."
"Tell me, if this calligraphy was sold, what would it be worth?"
Qiaoer was stunned when he heard this, "The old gentleman gave this thing to the prince. The prince should treasure it well. How can it be tainted with the tackiness of gold and silver for nothing?"
"What do you call this?" Shen Qingyun said disdainfully: "You are the courtesan of a brothel, and I am a frequent visitor to the brothel. The two of us are already extremely vulgar. Since this calligraphy and painting was given to me, of course I can do whatever I want."
When Qiaoer heard this, the expression on his face changed uncertainly, and he didn't know what he thought in his heart.
After a while, Qiaoer calmed down and said: "Unfortunately, the old gentleman did not leave a signature. Does the prince know the old gentleman's name? If he wants to sell it, he needs someone who knows the goods to be able to pay the price."
"I really don't know about this." Shen Qingyun shook his head, showing disappointment.
For things like antique calligraphy and painting, the signature is the most important. If you are from a famous family, even if the writing is shit, someone will pay a high price to buy it.
Qiaoer was slightly surprised when he heard this. Shen Qingyun didn't know Su Chengwang's name?
Shen Qingyun admired it for a moment, and when the ink was dry, he carefully put it aside, planning to go to Su Chengwang tomorrow and make sure Su Chengwang made a payment.
The wedding banquet in Xiayang Village was in full swing, and from a distance, more than twenty figures were watching closely.
"Boss, when shall we take action?"
The boss sneered: "Now is not the time, let them eat and drink to their heart's content. When they are full and full, they can be killed easily."
All the surrounding villagers who could come came, and there were hundreds of them.
Although they are all villagers with little fighting ability, there are only about twenty people on the bandits' side, and even one person can drown them with a spit.
So they had to wait until it got later, when everyone who should leave had left, and when everyone who was drinking was drunk, then that would be the best time for them to take action.
At the same time, in Siman Bo’s mansion.
"Cousin, is this okay?"
Yang Cong said confidently: "Whether it succeeds or not, it won't involve us. My cousin just needs to rest peacefully. When she gets up tomorrow, there may be good news. By then, the uncle Sinan's house will belong to my cousin alone."
"All right."
At this point, Song Ying could only choose to believe Yang Cong.
Yang Cong didn't worry about anything. It would be best if he could kill Shen Qingyun. Even if Shen Qingyun survived by luck, he didn't leave any tail behind, so he wasn't worried about the backlash.
It was getting late, and the people eating at the banquet were leaving one after another. Only the head of Xiayang Village and some people from Yangcun were still there.
The people in Xiayang Village are all veterans and have a good capacity for drinking. The old killers are in high spirits when they drink.
The robbers watched helplessly, but felt slightly anxious in their hearts.
"Damn, these people are really good at drinking." The boss spat.
Seeing this, his subordinate asked: "Boss, I think it's almost done. The brothers are almost freezing to death."
The boss nodded slightly when he heard this and put a steel knife on his shoulder.
"Is Yang San here?"
"No one was seen."
The boss snorted: "He is the only one who knows the identity of his employer. This guy didn't show up on purpose. Does he want to wait for us to finish the matter and then take the money and run away?"
Yang San did indeed run away, but on the road to hell.
"Don't worry, boss. I know this kid's background. He can't run away." His subordinates swore and patted their chests.
The boss nodded, "We've been watching here all afternoon. There is a wedding banquet in this poor village, but it is very rich. It costs hundreds of taels of silver at least. Those belongings are also worth a lot of money, but there is no Yang San, this trip is not in vain."
The boss stood up and waved the steel knife in his hand, "Go ahead, kill them!"
After receiving the order, all the men went out one after another with knives.
In Xiayang Village, Zhang Nan and Xiao Cui had already been sent to the bridal chamber, and only Lao Zhang and a dozen other old guys were left in the banquet, still drinking like crazy.
When the robbers came to kill them, Lao Zhangtou and others had not yet reacted.
