An inconspicuous calligraphy and painting shop appeared on the street leading to Chongwenguan in Dongcheng City.

The owner of the shop is a handsome scholar. He is moving calligraphy and paintings from the shop to outside and hung on racks for people to appreciate and evaluate.

The paintings are bright in color and have a unique style, which has attracted many people to stop and watch.

Many of the men who went to Chongwenguan were also attracted by the calligraphy and paintings, and went over to appreciate and evaluate.

Zhao Bai walked as usual while admiring the antiques and jade artifacts on the street.

"This brother! Is this the way to Chongwenguan?"

When the Censor Zheng Kun heard that Zhao seemed to have some changes after the death of King Liu Xiang of Qi, he came to Chongwenguan according to the plan of Bo Langjun.

Bo Langjun's hidden guard pointed Zhao Bai to him and disappeared.

Zheng Kun then tidied up his clothes and went up alone to say hello to Liu Bai.

"Oh! Right in front! I'll go where I'll go, let's go together!"

Zhao Bai bowed and bowed.

"Thank you!"

Zheng Kun returned the gift as usual and followed Zhao Bai to Chongwenguan.

"Why are there so many people?"

Zheng Kun deliberately stopped and looked at the crowd in front of the calligraphy and painting shop.

"A shop that is so small, I'm afraid there are no famous calligraphy and paintings!"

Zhao Bai's family has collected many good calligraphy and paintings, but ordinary things cannot be seen by him.

"That's not necessarily true! You see so many people watching, maybe there are really good people. Let's go! Let's take a look!"

Zheng Kun pulled Liu Bai's arm without saying a word and squeezed into the crowd.

Zhao Bai had to follow Zheng Kun to the shop to take a look.

Haha! It’s really good to draw! But why are these paintings not signed?

Zhao Bai looked at the pretty good paintings carefully, but still found no seals.

"I don't know who painted these paintings, so why are they not signed?"

Zhao Bai couldn't help asking.

The guy who was moving the table outside looked at Liu Bai and said, "My husband said that these paintings are really clumsy and are not worth mentioning! There will be great works to be released tomorrow!"

"Ha! Although these paintings are not as good as famous artists, they are pretty good. Why is your husband underestimating himself?"

Zhao Bai looked at the husband who was lowering his head to lay out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"My paintings are so vulgar that they are really hard to be elegant, so they do not leave their names!"

Guan Sanniang, dressed as a scholar, walked out of the book shop and said humbly.

"I bought this Qiantang River water map!"

When Zhao Bai saw Guan Sanniang, he felt a good impression. He took out a bag of coins and placed them on the case and wanted to take the painting.

"I bought this painting twice the price!"

Qin Li pretended not to know Guan Niang, took out a large bag of coins and placed them on the table.

Zhao Bai suddenly became embarrassed. His small bag of coins was dwarfed by Qin Li's big bag.

"I'm sorry! There's a way to come first and then come. This painting has been sold to this gentleman!"

Guan Sanniang slowly picked up the purse that Liu Bai placed on the table and said slowly. She ordered her friend Ji San to take down the painting and hand it to Zhao Bai.

"What a person who is not greedy for money!"

Zheng Kun praised casually.

Qin Li pretended to be angry and took his purse and left with his sleeves.

Zhao Bai blushed and left after holding the painting.

Zheng Kun glanced at Guan Sanniang meaningfully, and then followed Liu Bai to Chongwen Hall.

Luo Jiaojiao, hiding in the dark, saw all this in her eyes.

"My husband is really aware of things!"

Luo Jiaojiao secretly admired Bo Langjun. When she told Bo Langjun about her thoughts, she was praised by him.

Bo Langjun also told Luo Jiaojiao that Zhao Bai would not stay in the shop for long due to face!

Everything is as expected by the little husband.

Zheng Kun followed Zhao Bai into the museum and found that the manager inside was looking at him with a strange look. He went forward and bowed and said, "I have heard of the name of Chongwenguan for a long time, and now I am particularly amazed when I see it?

"I wonder who the noble son's surname is? Can any excellent work be presented?"

The manager's eyes continued to stare at Zheng Kun.

"Zheng is ashamed! There has never been any excellent work!"

Zheng Kun politely said humbly.

"Chongwenguan has always been a talented person! If the husband is invisible, please leave!"

The more the manager looked at Zheng Kun, he felt that he was the thief who caused trouble to the Chongwenguan last night, so he issued an order to expel guests.

"Don't be rude!"

The master Wenxing Tower walked down the stairs and scolded the manager.

"Owner!"

Everyone bowed and bowed together.

"Everyone will go to their respective school halls!"

The owner of Wenxing looked at Zheng Kun and then led everyone to the backyard.

Zheng Kun followed Zhao Bai to Jialan Pavilion.

The head of Jialan Pavilion is a long and handsome practitioner. His blue robe sets off his special handsomeness.

Zheng Kun sat with Zhao Bai at several cases and looked at the owner of Jialan Pavilion and said to himself: "This person looks extraordinary, but he looks like a person with a strong character!"

The Lord of Jialan also noticed Zheng Kun beside Zhao Bai.

Zheng Kun looked at the Master Jialan Pavilion calmly, making it impossible for the Master Jialan Pavilion to determine whether Zheng Kun was in the same group as the three people yesterday!

The owner of Wenxinglou, the eldest disciple of Chongwenguan, has reported Zheng Kun's arrival to the old owner.

"Observe it secretly for a few days, and check his background!"

The old owner of the museum ordered with a serious expression.

"yes!"

The owner of Wenxing Tower bowed and stepped down.

The question Jialan Pavilion has done today is "How to identify rare treasures?"

Zheng Kun is not good at this, but starts writing by listening to others' arguments.

The Lord of Pavilion Jialan walked up to Zheng Kun and saw that his argument was particularly rigorous, he couldn't help but secretly applaud him in his heart.

Zheng Kun glanced at the Master Jialan Pavilion with his outlook and put his pen and ink.

The Lord Jialan returned to his desk and picked up a wooden hammer and knocked on the case.

All members of the cabinet stopped writing.

Zhao Bai still had two lines not finished, but he strictly abides by the rules of the cabinet and put down his pen and ink.

"Start up! Retreat?"

The servants beside the Lord Jialan Pavilion took all the written works in front of the master.

Zhao Bai blushed a little. His literary talent is mediocre, but his ability to appreciate calligraphy and painting is super strong, which makes everyone treat him differently.

After a while, the Lord Jialan compared everyone's books and articles. He admired Zheng Kun's literary talent very much.

Zheng Kun was not complacent after hearing the praise of the Lord Jialan, but looked at the Lord Jialan humbly.

"This person is so humble and cautious, he will not be the kind of person on the sidelines!"

The Lord Jialan thought to himself in his heart.

Zheng Kun knew that Luo Jiaojiao and others went to investigate the discovery of Chongwenguan last night. When he saw the Lord of Jialan, he thought and said nothing, he knew that he was comparing himself with them.

"Please use refreshments!"

The disciples of the Master Jialan came to pour tea and hand in water, and delivered pastries and fruits.

Zheng Kun did not eat fruit pastries, he just picked up a tea cup and savored tea.

"This person's behavior is correct, and his appearance must have a good background!"

The Lord Jialan signaled his disciples to take the books and texts to the backyard of Wenxing Tower to meet the old owner of the museum.

After listening to the story of Master Jialan, the old museum owner pondered for a moment: "This person is extraordinary. Let's make a decision after finding out his identity!"

After the owner of Jialan left, the old owner of the library picked up Zheng Kun's text to identify treasures and read them carefully.

"He is very talented, but this person is definitely not a person who is good at this! He must have had a connection with those who were yesterday!"

The old owner put down Zheng Kun's treasure appraisal article and stroked his beard. His eyes were shining with a light of wisdom, as bright and dazzling as the morning light that shot through the window curtain into the room.
Chapter completed!