Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is the pseudonym used by the author of "Jin Ping Mei", which is known as the "No. 1 Strange Book" of ancient times. This person's true identity has become a historical mystery. It is speculated that who is Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's list has ranked 62nd, but Wang Shizhen said that he has always been at the top of the list for many years!

Moreover, no matter whether Wang Shizhen is Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, just looking at this guy’s introduction, that is also extremely awesome. A person who can be called the leader of the literary world and a master of history will have no collection value for his things?

Li Yi checked why Tao Yuanchun was and found that this guy was just an ordinary Jinshi during the Kangxi period. In addition, the book "Nanya Collection" was published in 1998, so he no longer paid attention to it.

He found a secluded place, checked the cover first, and then made sure there was no interlayer, and then slowly flipped the book from the beginning. After a while, he found that there was indeed a white paper with a slightly yellowed yellow in size in the book. There was a five-character quatrain written in a running script, and several of the words had traces of correction.

Li Yi carefully touched it with his hands, and felt like he was broken when he touched it, so he didn't dare to move anymore. He honestly closed the book and held it carefully in his hand, preparing to find a framed shop to frame it first.

He found several shops to inquire, and some people said that Zhuyuexuan had the best skills in the market, while others said that Mo Linxuan from Liulichang was better. In the end, he decided to choose Zhuyuexuan nearby for mounting.

Zhuyuexuan’s store is not big, and there is a big wooden case in the entrance, with a thick white felt blanket on it. Behind the wooden case, two old men, one fat and one thin, were sitting there chatting.

Seeing someone coming in, the thin old man with a goatee stood up.

"Young man, is there anything that needs to be framed?"

Li Yi nodded, turned the book to the page with Wang Shizhen's poems, and pointed to the piece of paper:

"I don't dare to take it, for fear of breaking it."

Goatbeard just glanced at it and his face became solemn. He took the book and looked carefully, felt the paper with his fingers, and said:

"Fortunately you didn't take it casually. Old guy, I'm so anxious to start work."

After greeting the fat old man beside him, goat beard turned to Li Yi and said:

"Our work is usually not done in the store, but your paper is in a bad condition and you must deal with it as soon as possible, otherwise it will be a big trouble."

After saying that, goat beard found a brand new wooden brush, soaked it in the small basin handed over by the fat old man for about half a minute, and then gently brushed it on the paper. After a minute, he brushed it again, and then lowered his head to look at the poem written on it, and chanted gently while watching it.

"I heard that Li Gongfeng had roared and climbed the tower alone. I looked down at this place and had a great reputation for being there for generations.

The sea of ​​white clouds is dawning, the moon is bright and the sky is autumn. If you want to find someone to come back, you will be able to help the water flow."

After thinking for a while, he suddenly showed a sudden enlightenment.

"Wang Shizhen, climb Taibai Tower! Lao Gao, come and see if this is the original work!"

The fat old man named Lao Gao had been standing aside for a long time and said slowly when he heard this:

"The handwriting is gentle and elegant, steady and mature, with strict rules and vivid styles. Although it has no majestic momentum, it has the style of the Jin and Tang dynasties. This is a font imitating Wen Zhengming. Wang Shizhen respects Wen Zhengming in calligraphy, and with this poem, it should be initially determined that it is his manuscript."

The goatee nodded,

"You see there are traces of modification on it. Maybe it is the first draft of Wang Shizhen's poem. Haha, it's so precious."

After saying that, he looked at Li Yi embarrassedly and smiled:

"As soon as we two old guys saw this kind of fine products, we were ignoring you, a young man. Let's do this, put this thing here first, and you will come and get it in three days."

Three days? Li Yi scratched his scalp.

"I'm planning to go back to my hometown tomorrow. Master, can you see if you can just do it today..."

"Haha, young man, you know you don't know how to frame it. Installing old calligraphy and paintings requires washing and decontamination, removing old patches, grinding the broken mouth, making full color of alum, making mount silk, inlaid silk, turning the edges and supporting the back, calendering the pole and other processes. How can we finish it in a short while? Three days is the result of our rushing to line up for you."

"Then... let's do it, I'll leave a few days later. Old man, I don't know how much it costs."

"Well, I'll pretend to be a cartoon for you, and I'll take you five hundred."

Goatie handed the receipt to Li Yi. Seeing that Li Yi was about to leave, he tried to ask,

"Young man, is this the collection of the elderly in your family?"

Li Yi shook his head,

"I just bought it in the market. Master, I think you understand this very well. Can you help me estimate the price?"

The goatee's eyes lit up and she said:

"If I give it to me, I can pay 300,000. If I give it to the bosses in the market, I would probably give you up to 80,000! How about it, young man, don't consider it?"

Only 300,000? We don’t lack this! Li Yi shook his head,

"Old man, let's frame it first. When I want to sell it, I will definitely come to you."

"Okay! This is my business card. I'll take it. In the future, if anyone who has such calligraphy and paintings is not really good or wants to change hands, please come to me."

"It's okay to find me, it's okay to find me!"

The fat old man hurriedly handed over a movie. Li Yi looked down and saw that they were all with one name and one mobile phone number, without any title. The goatee's old man's surname is Hu, Jinquan, and the fat old man's surname is Gao, Gaoshanquan. Haha, Shuangquan, I wrote it down.

After leaving Zhuyuexuan, he walked around the market for a long time and did not see any suitable calligraphy and paintings. Li Yi walked to Sulingzhai again. He hadn't seen him for two days and didn't know how Bai Qianye was doing. He decided to go up and take a look.

"Oh, I didn't bring any stones today, that's strange."

Wang He was the only one in the store. When he saw Li Yi coming in, he said with a smile.

"The one I bring is called wool. It's not like some people who just bring stones to the store!"

"You boy, you have sharp teeth and sharp mouths! What's wrong? You've got rich and you have nothing to do. Do you want to invite Brother Wang to drink?"

"Tsk, drunkard! Where is Uncle Bai? Is he okay?"

"I'm so energetic. My sister said that she would shut herself in the studio the day before yesterday. It's been two days. Apart from eating and sleeping, she's just tossing the stone. I really didn't expect that Lao Bai was so cheerful and had such a tragic past."

Li Yi shook his head, took out two films, and asked:

"Have you heard of these two people? I don't think it's ordinary people."

"Shuangquan Yingyue! Of course, it's not an ordinary person! Why, you went to Zhuyuexuan? No, it's impossible for ordinary people to go to Zhuyuexuan to get the movies of these two people. Are you taking some treasure and being taken a fancy to someone?"

"Shuangquan Yingyue? What's going on?"

"Shuangquan refers to these two brothers. Among them, Yue refers to Xuan Qiyue. The three of them are famous and famous calligraphy and painting masters in the industry. That Hu Jinquan is particularly powerful. He is known as the top leader in regular script calligraphy and ink-splashing landscapes! Speaking of the name Shuangquan Yingyue, some people think it is a respectful title for the three of them, and some people say that a story that cannot be told when they were young. Anyway, the name is passed down, and it is called out like this."

"oh……"

"Don't you, boy, you haven't said that you're attracted to them!"

"It's not a treasure, it's just a calligraphy of Wang Shizhen, it's not worth it."

"Wang Shizhen? Why does this name sound familiar?"

"Haha, Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, the author of "Jin Ping Mei", is familiar!"

"Damn, this guy, then you still say it's not worth it? Yes, you kid is also a rich man now, but that big red robe can be sold for 30 million yuan."

Wang He said as he turned his eyes and gave Li Yi an idea.
Chapter completed!