On the first day of military training, Gao Leng’s school belle gave me water

Seeing this brocade box, Mo Hongru and another friend Feng Yongyan rushed over one after another.

Mo Hongru likes to collect antiques very much, especially paintings and calligraphy.

"What exactly is this?"

Mo Hongru asked curiously.

"This is a painting by Wen Zhengming."

While speaking, Lu Qi carefully took out the ancient paintings he had collected.

"Wen Zhengming's "Shuangke Bamboo and Stone Picture"."

Shocked by Mo Hongru and Feng Yongyan, Lu Qi opened this Wen Zhengming's "Frost, Ke, Bamboo and Stone Picture".

Looking at the painting, the eyes of the two seemed to shine, and they both looked straight.

Wen Zhengming is one of the "Four Talented Scholars", and there are very few authentic works in existence.

Whether it is Mo Hongru or Feng Yongyan, this is the first time to see Wen Zhengming's authentic works.

No need to be shocked.

"How about it?"

Seeing the surprised looks of the two old friends, Lu Qi asked very embarrassingly.

This is the effect he wants.

"sharp."

Feng Yongyan gave Lu Qi a thumbs up and said with great emotion.

"Old Mo, isn't my "Shuang Ke Bamboo and Stone Picture" better than the one you have in your collection?"

Lu Qi asked proudly.

In Mo Hongru's hand, there is a pair of valuable characters, which has been treasured by Mo Hongru as a treasure.

They are old friends, but they have been jealous and envious for a long time.

Now my "Shuang Ke Bamboo and Stone Picture" is much more powerful than Lao Mo's words.

He finally turned around.

Asked by Lu Qi, Mo Hongru was embarrassed.

My own handwriting is indeed slightly inferior to Lao Lu's "Shuangke Bamboo and Stone Picture".

"In the future, if you still want to read this painting, you can go to my house and read it as you like."

Lu Qi showed off.

Mo Hongru was slightly annoyed by Lu Qi's stern tone.

this old guy.

There was a trace of dissatisfaction in Mo Hongru's heart.

Isn't it just Wen Zhengming's painting? No, I have to get one sooner or later.

When the time comes, let's see how old Lu will be.

dong dong dong.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Concubine Meng is here?"

Lu Qi asked.

"Probably not."

Mo Hongru shook his head, if it was Concubine Meng, she would have already come in directly.

With doubts, Mo Hongru opened the door of the villa.

The next second, looking at Ye Chen standing in front of the door, Mo Hongru was extremely surprised.

"It turned out to be Xiaochen."

Mo Hongru said in surprise.

He thought of Ye Chen just now, but he didn't expect to come.

"Uncle Mo, I heard that you are not feeling well."

Ye Chen said politely.

"how is it now?"

"Old problem, it's all right now."

Mo Hongru spoke.

"Come in, Xiaochen."

After all, Mo Hongru invited Ye Chen in.

"Come on, let me introduce you, this is Xiao Chen, Ye Chen."

Mo Hongru introduced Ye Chen to old friends Lu Qi and Feng Yongyan.

Lu Qi and Feng Yongyan nodded to Ye Chen.

In their subconscious mind, Ye Chen was just a junior, and he took the initiative to greet him, which was already giving him face.

Ye Chen also nodded in response.

"By the way, this is my first time here, and I don't know what Uncle Mo likes, so I just took one."

After finishing speaking, Ye Chen handed the brocade box in his hand to Mo Hongru.

"Xiaochen is too polite."

Mo Hongru spoke.

At this moment, Lu Qi and Feng Yongyan's eyes were also attracted by Ye Chen's brocade box.

"Xiaochen, what are you bringing?"

Mo Hongru asked curiously.

"This is a pair of words written by Wen Zhengming."

Ye Chen opened his mouth.

Wen Zhengming's words?

Hearing this, the eyes of Lu Qi and Feng Yongyan all changed.

Especially Lu Qi was even more surprised.

Isn't this a coincidence?

I just brought a painting by Wen Zhengming, and the next second, this Ye Chen actually brought a pair of writing by Wen Zhengming.

I don't know whether it's my paintings that are more valuable to collect, or this Ye Chen's handwriting that is more valuable to collect.

"what?"

Mo Hongru's eyes also brightened.

Just now he was talking about, if there is a chance, he would like to collect a copy of Wen Zhengming's calligraphy and painting?

Sure enough, Xiaochen really liked her.

"Open it and have a look?"

Feng Yongyan couldn't help but suggest.

In the end, Mo Hongru carefully opened Wen Zhengming's handwriting that Ye Chen had given him.

Mo Hongru put this painting on the coffee table, and put it together with the painting that Lu Qi picked up just now.

The size of Ye Chen's calligraphy is obviously much larger than that of Lu Qi's painting.

"Old Lu, I don't think your painting is good. It's worse than Ye Chen's calligraphy."

Feng Yongyan spoke.

Mo Hongru also nodded, he has been collecting paintings and calligraphy for so many years, he feels that the collection value of the calligraphy that Xiao Chen gave is indeed higher than that of Lu Qi's painting just now.

"Tch, what do you know, if the mountain is not high, there will be spirits if there are fairies; if the water is not deep, there will be spirit if there are dragons."

Lu Qi retorted:

"Although my painting is smaller than this calligraphy, it is extremely rare. You must know that Wen Zhengming's paintings have fewer surviving characters than calligraphy."

"The most important thing is that this painting of mine is indeed an authentic one, but it's hard to say about this painting."

Lu Qi was not convinced, and even doubted whether Ye Chen's words were true.

After all, the size of this painting is a bit large, almost resisting two or three times the size of my own painting.

Does Wen Zhengming have such works left?

Lu Qi expressed doubts.

Hearing what Lu Qi said, Feng Yongyan nodded, which seemed to make sense.

"It's simple. Mr. Fang lives not far away. I'll go and invite him here and let him test it out."

Mo Hongru spoke.

He didn't believe Xiao Chen's words were fake.

The Elder Fang that Mo Hongru said was an appraisal expert at the Taishan Beidou level in the Jiangzhou antique circle.

Not to mention in Jiangzhou, even in the whole south, it is well-known.

According to his appraisal, several people have no opinion.

Mo Hongru left, and after a while, he came back with a silver-haired old man who looked to be in his 70s.

"Old Fang."

"Old Fang is getting younger and younger."

After seeing Mr. Fang, Lu Qi and Feng Yongyan greeted him warmly.

Although Fang Lao's social status is not as good as theirs, but because of Fang Lao's status as a master, Fang Lao's contacts are extremely large, and even some big shots will come to visit.

Therefore, when they saw Elder Fang, both of them were extremely polite.

Fang Lao nodded, and instead of greeting the two of them, he asked anxiously:

"Where are those two paintings?"

Ordinary people, if they want to invite Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang may not come.

Just now I heard from Mo Hongru that there were two calligraphy and paintings by Wen Zhengming. Mr. Fang was very excited, so he immediately followed them.

"Old Fang, where are you?"

Lu opened his mouth.

Mr. Fang came over, looked at the two calligraphy and paintings on the coffee table, and immediately became excited.

Elder Fang stepped forward, took out a magnifying glass, and studied it carefully.

After watching for a while, the expression on Mr. Fang's face changed very subtly. He seemed happy for a while, and regretted for a while.

After studying for five or six minutes, Old Fang finally completed the appraisal.

"What's the matter, Mr. Fang?"

Lu Qi asked curiously.