Yan Song walked into Wang Zhezhai's residence with a cold expression.
Just now, he had vaguely heard these people scolding him for being shameless and casting pearls before swine.
Yan Song had already blacklisted these people and was prepared to torture these b * tches.
"Lord Wang, I heard that you have the authentic painting of Along the River During the Qingming Festival. Can you take it out and take a look?”
Yan Song directly ignored the other officials and went straight to the point.
Although Wang Zhezhai had been quite unyielding just now, now that he was facing Yan Song face to face, he still felt a little guilty. He didn't dare to refuse and went back to his room to take out Along the River During the Qingming Festival.
Yan Song's predecessor had two very famous skills-Green Ci and Calligraphy.
Qing Ci referred to funeral rites. Because Jiajing liked to cultivate Taoism and often had to offer sacrifices to the heavens, they needed Qing Ci. The characteristics of Qing Ci were the unconstrained and unrestrained, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. Ordinary officials would definitely have a headache writing this. Yan Song was the most powerful Qing Ci master, and it was not an exaggeration to be the first in history.
Other than Qing Ci, Yan Song's calligraphy was also extremely profound and not something ordinary people could compare to. There was an example of this. In the capital of the Qing Dynasty, there was the examination hall of Shuntian Prefecture. This was a grand place for the selection of talented people for the court, but the plaque hanging on it was actually Yan Song's inscription-Zhi Gong Tang. Emperor Qianlong felt a little ashamed. This was a treacherous official, so he wanted to change it. He ordered all the people who could write to write these three big characters. As the emperor who liked to write, he also wrote it several times. However, he realized that his own imperial brush and the writings of others were not as good as Yan Song's, so he could only give up and let Yan Song's words hang high.
From this, one could see Yan Song's personal level.
In addition to these two, there was another thing that was famous in history, and that was antique collecting.
But…
Now, this transmigrator Yan Song did not inherit this experience. After Yan Song saw the Along the River During the Qingming Festival, he was dumbfounded.
Yan Song thought to himself, I don't understand it at all. How can I pretend that I know everything?”
It was a pain in the ass.
After thinking about it, Yan Song could only exclaim loudly and praise enthusiastically,"Heavens, as expected of a rare treasure in the world. This Along the River During the Qingming Festival is simply too beautiful!”
After that, there was a bunch of praises.
However, the difference between a new driver and an experienced driver was that the experienced driver could tell at a glance whether the new driver was acting tough or really awesome.
It was obvious that everyone had realized that Yan Song was a novice in antique painting and did not understand Along the River During the Qingming Festival.
If Yan Song knew that he had been exposed, it would probably be very awkward.
"Lord Wang, I like this painting too much. Please give it up. I'm willing to buy it for 100,000 taels of silver.”Yan Song said directly.
Yan Song's words were very domineering. This painting was hard to come by in the world. It was a priceless treasure, and he only paid 100,000 taels. It was no different from daylight robbery.
Wang Zhezhai was so angry that his lungs exploded. He shouted resolutely,"That's impossible!”
The others were also angered by Yan Song's shamelessness. Their hands were trembling in anger.
"What?" Yan Song's face turned cold. Not willing? No one had ever dared to refuse to give me what I wanted.”
Wang Zhezhai straightened his back." I do now. Please leave, Grand Secretary Yan. You are not welcome here."”
Yan Song suddenly smiled,"Since Lord Wang is not selling, then forget it."”
Yan Song laughed and left.
Wang Zhezhai's face was ashen as he watched Yan Song leave. His heart was heavy. That was Yan Song, a treacherous official of his generation. How could he let this go?
Because of Yan Song's matter, everyone was not in high spirits and quickly bade each other farewell.
Wang Zhezhai sat in the study and thought about it. He felt that something was wrong. He had been quite tough just now, but now he was breaking out in cold sweat.
"No, I have to think of a way to deal with it!”
Suddenly, he thought of his uncle, Lu Zhi. He was a very famous painter. Perhaps he could ask his uncle to help him find a master of copying and make a copy of Along the River During the Qingming Festival.
After thinking about it, he could not stay any longer. Coincidentally, his uncle was in the capital at this time, so Wang Zhezhai went to look for his uncle, Lu Zhi, overnight.
"Along the River During the Qingming Festival? Do you have an authentic work?"
"Yes."
"Are you looking for a copy?"
"Yes, Uncle. Quickly help me find someone to copy it. A life is at stake!”
"Your uncle will do. You don't have to find anyone else.”Lu Zhi pointed at himself and said smugly.
Wang Zhezhai was overjoyed. He didn't expect his uncle to be an expert at copying. It was simply too pleasant a surprise. He quickly pulled Lu Zhi back to the residence and copied the Along the River During the Qingming Festival overnight.
What Wang Zhezhai didn't know was that after one of his friends left, he drank with someone and then told them what happened today without any scruples.
When Wang Zhezhai went to court the next day, most of the officials in the capital knew that Wang Zhezhai had Along the River During the Qingming Festival. Of course, this was not the main point. The main point was that Yan Song had asked for it as usual, but Wang Zhezhai had rejected him.
Then, this matter spread throughout the entire capital.
Suddenly, many people clapped their hands and praised Wang Zhezhai for his integrity.
However, Wang Zhezhai was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He wished he could strangle this stupid teammate. Originally, he and Yan Song were not considered enemies, but now that word had spread to the entire capital, even if there was no enmity, it had become enmity.
Fortunately, Uncle Lu Zhi's copy of Along the River During the Qingming Festival was almost complete. After making it old, it could become another Along the River During the Qingming Festival.
What made him feel fortunate was that in these two days, the North Korea emissary came to pay his respects to the Ming Dynasty. Emperor Jiajing was very happy and sent his most trusted minister, Yan Song, to receive him. Therefore, Yan Song had no time to care about Wang Zhezhai for the past two days.
On the fourth day, Lu Zhi finally completed the copying and aging of Along the River During the Qingming Festival. Although there were many subtle flaws in the two paintings, Wang Zhezhai did not think that Yan Song, the rookie, could tell.
"Uncle, you're amazing." Wang Zhezhai complimented happily.
"There are still quite a few flaws.”Lu Zhi said regretfully.
"It's fine, as long as we can fool that Yan Song.”Wang Zhezhai said nonchalantly.
After completing the counterfeit, Wang Zhezhai sent the counterfeit to Yan Manor without stopping.
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(Thank you for reminding me, my friend, Tian Tianjiang. The green poem was written by Yan Shifan, but Yan Song wouldn't…)
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