" I'll take responsibility…I'll take responsibility…"
Hong Chen's words caused Hong Xiu's pretty face to turn red. She lowered her head in embarrassment, her fingers rubbing the corner of her clothes.
Chen Ningxue, who was standing at the side, snorted and said,"Hong Xiu is my woman. Little errand boy, if you want to kidnap my woman, you must first get my permission!”
Hong Xiu, whose face was flushed red, stomped her feet and said angrily,"Little errand boy, you can't speak nonsense. I…I'm Miss's man!”
Hong Chen didn't care at all. He waved his hand and said,"It's okay. Your Miss is mine, so you're mine too.”
Chen Ningxue blushed and stuttered,""You…Don't talk nonsense! When did I…when did I become yours?”
Hong Chen calmly washed up, put on his clothes, and then drove out.
Before they left, Chen Ningxue was still discussing with Hong Xiu about where the little errand boy was going. He was always running outside.
Most importantly…
You are just an errand boy. Why don't you accompany your young miss to study and do her homework?
After Hong Chen went out and asked for directions to the Sage of Calligraphy's house, he drove to Lu Xizhi's mansion.
Luc Xizhi's mansion was now bustling with people.
The news of the Sage of Calligraphy's daughter buying a ten-year-old teenager's painting had already spread throughout the capital.
Therefore, many people in the capital came after hearing about it.
His goal was simple. He just wanted to see what a painting that the Sage of Calligraphy, Lu Xizhi, had spent thousands of dollars on looked like.
The Sage of Calligraphy didn't stop them from entering. After framing the two paintings, he placed them in the courtyard for everyone to admire.
After Hong Chen arrived, he parked the carriage outside the mansion, dismounted, and walked into the Sage of Calligraphy's mansion.
"So many people? Since when did the Sage of Calligraphy's house become like a market?”
Hong Chen mumbled softly as he squeezed into the crowd.
The courtyard was already packed with people, almost stepping into the flowerbed.
Many people looked at the two paintings and couldn't help but nod and sigh.
"What a good saying,'The heavens are strong, and a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement. The earth is vast, and the gentleman carries all things with great virtue!”
"The handwriting is good, but the content is even better!”
"No wonder the Sage of Calligraphy couldn't help but spend thousands of gold to buy it.”
"It's hard to imagine that this was written by a ten-year-old.”
"Damn it, I feel like I've lived my life like a dog!”
Those who knew the art were full of praise for the two paintings.
"The calligraphy of the mountain in broad daylight is also written very well.”
"It's clearly not a drawing, but looking at the words and reading the text, an extremely realistic picture jumped out from the paper!”
"I'm a calligraphy expert, but my calligraphy is not as good as a ten-year-old's? It was really…really…comparing people was infuriating!”
A few calligraphy masters raised their arms and covered their faces with their wide sleeves, crying in pain.
Clearly, he was embarrassed by Hong Chen's words.
Of course, there were also people who doubted it and did not believe it.
"A ten-year-old child can write such words. Do you believe it?”
"You guys are too naive. I think it's just hype. Otherwise, how could it be right?”
"Yes, yes, I think so too.”
"With the name of this Scholar Red Dust, it's obvious that he's an old grandfather-level figure.”
The voices of doubt grew louder and louder.
"Rare goods can be hoarded."
If it was a ten-year-old child who could write words comparable to the Sage of Calligraphy, it would naturally cause a greater sensation.
However, if it was a reclusive old man who wrote well, the shock effect would not be so great.
The ten-year-old Sage of Calligraphy was even more amazing!
"How can an ordinary person understand my talent?”
At this moment, a tender voice sounded from the crowd.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a ten-year-old youth squeezing in.
Everyone automatically made way for Hong Chen.
Hong Chen calmly walked to the courtyard.
"Is it you?"
"Are you that Master Hong Chen?"
"You sold the calligraphy of the Sage of Calligraphy that was worth thousands of gold.”
Hong Chen raised his head and said proudly,""It's me!"
"Tsk, it's a fake, right?"
"Since yesterday, there have been many children pretending to be Scholar Red Dust, but their handwriting is like a crab crawling.”
"If you are really Master Hong Chen, then write it for us to take a look.”
The crowd did not believe that Hong Chen was Scholar Red Dust, so they urged Hong Chen to write one for them to see.
Lu Qingxiao, the granddaughter of the Sage of Calligraphy, waved her hand and said,""I serve Scholar Red Dust with brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.”
Soon, the servants brought the table over and laid out the best paper, brush, and ink.
Lu Qingxiao said,"Master Hong Chen, please."”
Hong Chen snorted and went forward to hold the brush. He turned his head and said,"Today, I'll let you wait and see what it means to write.”
Finished talking, Hong Chen stepped forward and wrote wildly on the table, sprinkling ink everywhere, his bearing bold and unrestrained.
However, from the way he wrote, Hong Chen looked more like a calligraphy master than a calligraphy master.
Everyone was silent, holding their breaths as they watched Hong Chen write, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Hong Chen wrote wildly, then picked up a piece of paper and showed it to them.
"Take a look, am I Master Hong Chen?”
When people opened their eyes to take a look, they were angry, shocked, and happy.
There were five words written on the paper.
He looked down on others!
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