At this time, the man on the ground raised his head slightly, as if he wanted to argue something. The owner gave him a chance and said, "I don't rely on him, he just makes trouble here. Every day, the people who come here are all famous celebrities. They let them laugh at it. This is to destroy the reputation of my museum..."

Youmeng took advantage of the gap between looking up just now and then got a glimpse of the man's appearance and his clean eyes, and felt that he didn't look like a rogue person.

"Scholars value integrity and reasoning, and will not act wild for no reason." She said righteously and did not agree. "Maybe he has any last resort. I will not allow you to make things difficult for him before asking clearly!"

"Yes, yes..." The owner obeyed the order, and then waved to the thugs helplessly, "Let them all retreat."

They nodded and retreated one after another, Youmeng said, "It's nothing to do with you anymore, you can do it too."

The owner bowed and smiled flatteringly: "Okay, young master, call me if you have any need."

But Youmeng only gave him a cold and silent response, and he left with embarrassment.

The beaten man sat on the ground without saying a word, without raising his head, rubbing his nose with his cuffs, and keeping bleeding. He kept rubbing his depressed and miserable way, Youmeng couldn't bear it, so he squatted down and handed him a handkerchief: "Why do they want to hit you?"

He took the veil and wiped it with no words of thanks. He slowly opened his mouth until the blood finally stopped.

"I have a rare treasure, I want to buy it for a good price, but they are all fake literati, and they don't know anything at all, and they have to degrade my treasure to nothing..." He became more and more aggrieved as he spoke, and suddenly choked up, thinking that the blood of his nose began to flow again, so he sucked his nose and said desolately, "I can't swallow this in my heart, so I argued with them. They thought I was deliberately looking for trouble and wanted to make the restaurant uneasy, so I asked someone to beat me..."

Speaking of "stupid", Youmeng couldn't help but think of the "consideration of poetry" and the business of calligraphy and paintings just now, and felt a sense of funnyness and identity. It was really satisfying to be scolded by him like this.

Seeing his bruised nose and swollen face with her squint eyes, she suddenly wanted to tease him, so she couldn't help but laugh, "What kind of baby is it? Take it out and show me."

The man glanced carefully at her until he was sure that the person in front of him looked like a gentleman, and then he took out the thing he was holding his chest and trying hard to protect him. It turned out to be a not-so-thick book.

Youmeng got it in her hand, and the title of the book surprised her at a glance—

"This is Ban Gu's "Fu of Two Capitals"?!" She read it casually and was even more amazed. "The rumors say that its fu article has disappeared, leaving only one preface. Although there are many printed copies in the market, there are many different opinions and it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity..."

Although Youmeng is not a person who likes to collect books, she studied the preface of "The Two Capitals Fu" when she was studying. She was very fascinated by the two capitals and the two capitals depicted in the fu, and she has always regretted not seeing the real full text of "The Two Capitals Fu".

His eyes suddenly became bright and he emphasized: "This book is not a printed copy, it is a true and accurate version of Ban Gu's original copy!"

Youmeng's heart was frightened, and he looked at the book carefully, half-believing and half-doubting: "Although this book looks old, if it is really the original version, it would be priceless. How did you get it?"
Chapter completed!