144th: Fake antiques should pay tuition fees

(Thanks to the brothers "zi, Ziju" for their unswerving support. Thank you for your rewards, and also thank those brothers who have always supported Wu Bi. For Wu Bi, the greatest pain is to be abandoned by others, and the greatest happiness is given to you!)

Yang E and Chi Xueer were sitting in the carriage back home. Yang E was holding Chi Xueer, and Chi Xueer's little head drowned on her plump breasts!

After a while, Chi Xueer murmured: "Mom, the sister's arms were so comfortable just now, it was cold!"

"I heard that your sister Lin'er has a Bingpo physique. You little fairy must have felt it, otherwise how could you drown on her?" Yang E said docilely.

"Hehe, I can't hide it from my mother at all! But my sister's cultivation is still a little short of it. Although she is already a Tianshi Master, she has just advanced to Tianshi Master for less than half a year, so she can't even recognize me as a fairy!" Chi Xueer said proudly.

Yang E and Chi Xueer were talking and laughing, but they were thinking in their hearts whether they would ask Dongfang Yong if he would attend the palace banquet tomorrow?

From the queen's words just now, will the emperor's family suddenly announce their divorce at the palace banquet? Will he be stolen if he goes there?

Lin'er will be laughed at when she escapes from marriage, and if she doesn't go, she will be looked down upon. This palace banquet is really a headache!

Just when Yang E was having a headache about whether Dongfang Yong would go to the palace banquet, Dongfang Yong followed Baigu to find Wu Bi in the messy house in Baihu City!

As soon as I walked to the door of a low black house, I heard a slight groan of pain inside. The sound was very familiar, it was Wu Bi's!

After sending a thin man who led the way for two copper coins, Dongfang Yong pushed open the door and walked in.

A sour smell immediately came to my face, almost scaring Dongfang Yong out. Wu Bi inside heard the movement and said nervously: "Who?"

Dongfang Yong pinched his nose and said, "I am Dongfang Yong!" He found that pinching his nose and speaking was not true, making him look like a thief. He let go of his hands first, said again, and then quickly pinched his nose.

Wu Bi was stunned when she heard this, and then she saw Dongfang Yong and Bai Gu walking into the house, reaching his bedside, trembling, and asked nervously: "Young Master Dongfang, it's you. Did you come to me to settle the score because you bought my fake painting? Master, don't do it first, you have to distinguish Qingming. That day, you bought fake paintings from me, not me selling them to you in a fake way!"

"Don't you give me the order?" Dongfang Yong stopped him from continuing, "Depending on your appearance, someone has come here to beat you these days?"

"Well, two gangs are here! The young master shouldn't be the same as them?" Wu Bi asked carefully.

"No, if I buy fake antiques, I will treat it as a tuition fee!" Dongfang Yong saw Wu Bi lying on the bed. He was obviously scared, but he didn't move for a moment, and asked, "Where is the injury?"

"Young Master Dongfang's words are incisive. It would be great if everyone could think like the young master!" Wu Bi said happily as if she had met a soulmate.

Puchi... Dongfang Yong laughed, "You are not only willing to give up, but also shameless! I tell you, although I can pay tuition, but I am opposed to fraud, piracy, mountain racing and selling fakes! Where did you hurt?"

Wu Bi didn't understand why the young master in front of him cared about him, but for several days he was injured, no one had seen him. If nothing unexpected happened, he would starve to death in this small dark room. So now when he saw Dongfang Yong, he suddenly regarded him as a confidant in his heart and said with a bitter face: "The right thigh was broken and the waist was injured!"

"It can be cured if you are not dead, but your hands are fine, and you can still write?" Dongfang Yong asked shamelessly without forgetting his purpose this time.

"Uh, my hand is fine, my hand is my most important thing, so when they hit me, I protected my hand well... The young master asked me if my hand wanted..." Wu Bi lowered his hand into his arms, a little afraid that the young master would come to interrupt his hand!

Dongfang Yong had adapted to the darkness in the house, and Wu Bi's movements fell into his eyes. Moreover, Dongfang Yong was strange that the sour smell just now was not very obvious!

Dongfang Yong let go of his hand that pinched his nose and said, "I have a job now, you are just right. Do you want it?"

Wu Bi was stunned, "Work? Haha... Finally someone discovered my talent!..."

Dongfang Yong thought he would agree immediately, but he didn't expect, "Young Master, if you beat me to death, I won't go to fake it for you!"

Originally, when he was talking to Dongfang Yong, his upper body was already half lifted up. Now after he finished speaking, he lay straight straight, as if waiting for death!

"Well? Even if I want to make fake antiques with you, that's normal. Don't you always sell fake antiques and get beaten up?" Dongfang Yong was a little surprised. He shouldn't be the one who was a bitch and a archway?

"That's different. I just painted antique calligraphy and paintings out of my hobbies. Later, I had no money and starved to death. I would sell the well-drawn calligraphy and paintings! But at the beginning, I said this was my imitation painting, and no one paid attention to me at all. Later, a fat man looked at my painting and his eyes shone. I told him that it was an imitation painting. His eyes looked like an idiot. I knew that he thought my painting was genuine, and he was laughing at me for not knowing the loan! That fat man was Zhang Qianzhu, and later he beat him once. However, since then, I realized that it was a genuine painting, so that someone would take a look at it. If it was a fake painting, no one paid attention to me. For the sake of my great ideal, and for me to have a bite of food, I said that it was a genuine one!"

"But the young master must know my reputation in the city. Since I was a three-year-old child, I knew that I sold fake paintings and antiques. In fact, it was all on my own. In that way, even if I called the authentic ones, I could not only sell the paintings, but also ensure that the buyers would not be deceived!"

"Actually, everyone comes to buy my paintings and knows that my paintings are fake paintings. They can buy them because they need them. Some people see that I have painted well, some people are because they can't buy genuine products, and some people want to see what antiques look like, and some may want to deceive others with my paintings... Those who come to beat me are not because they are cheated by my fake paintings, but because they all want me to make fake antiques for them. I don't agree, so they hit me!"

"You will definitely laugh at me as a bitch and erect the archway. But I just like those calligraphy and paintings, so I will imitate them. When I don't have a meal, I just sell the fruits of my labor for money! If I make fake paintings for those unscrupulous merchants and officials, and spread them to every corner of the world, it will be a blasphemy of the wisdom of the ancients, which is something that literati in the world cannot tolerate!"

After Wu Bi complained, she seemed to find that she had said too much. She sighed and said, "Young Master, I won't go back with you. If you want to interrupt my hand, please give me a try!"

Deep despair filled Wu Bi's face. He lay on the bed, as if the next moment was his death time!
Chapter completed!