It was another three days of drizzle, which wet Kaifeng Mansion.

Several rows of willows on the banks of the Jinshui River, swaying in the rain. The flying bridges erected on the Bianhe, Cai and Wuzhang rivers are all faintly visible in the rain. The paintings, eagle shops, and incense shops on Panlou Street in the southeast of Yanfu Palace are all clear and cold, and there are few passers-by.

Several donkey carts came from the rain, and the wide, sturdy wooden wheels pressed against the waterlogged street, splashed, and rolled forward in a clattering manner, and after walking eastward along Panlou Street, they turned onto Jieshen Alley, and then stopped outside a high-profile façade.

Zhike's little servant rushed out of the door with a paper umbrella, went to the side of a donkey cart at the head, asked, and then shouted in a loud voice: "Xiaomi officials, please." ”

The shouts of the servant reached the third floor of the shop, in a room that was decorated as a study.

"Master, what did you say Brother Dawu has been busy with lately?"

Sitting in a circle chair, watching the dense rain falling outside the window, Pan Qiaolian asked in a low voice.

This three-storey building, with a face wide of more than eight zhang, belongs to the Pan family's gold, silver, silk and silk shop. Pan Xiao'an and Pan Daguan were called to the barracks to be on duty today, and they were not in the shop, so Pan Qiaolian came here to sit for her brother.

However, the real reason why she came to sit in the shop was to wait for her big martial brother who had no guesses, that is, Wu Haogu.

She knew that Wu Haogu's family had encountered an insurmountable hurdle, and she urgently needed cash turnover, and pawning the store's collection was the only way.

And the main thing she can do is to make the samurai's shops and collections more money......

But seeing that time passed day by day, Wu Dalang never came to the door.

At this time, Pan Qiaolian was also a little anxious, and asked Li Tang, the master who taught her calligraphy and painting, to inquire about the news.

As a result, he learned that Wu Dalang had moved to Dailou Academy in the south of the city, and it was said that he was going to study Confucianism.

Could it be that this martial brother is ready to study hard and take the Jinshi exam?

Qiao Lian thought to herself: If he really has this ability, how can he be arrested from under the gold list in two years......

However, the disaster in front of the martial arts family could not be delayed until the day of the imperial examination.

In the study where Pan Qiaolian was, there was a man dressed as a scribe and a lily of the valley flower in his ears and temples, who was Pan Daguanren's friend, Li Tang, the painter who took charge of the Pan family's quality library, and he was also the teacher who taught Pan Xiao'an and Pan Qiaolian brothers and sisters to paint.

Hearing Pan Qiaolian's question, Li Tang just smiled and did not answer, but diverted the topic and said, "Xiaomi is here." ”

Millet is Mi Youren, he and his father Mi Fu are good at calligraphy and painting, so they are called "big millet".

"Xiaomi?" Pan Qiaolian frowned, stretched out her finger and pointed to a painting on the desk, "Master, hurry up and put away this Wu Zongyuan's "Fairy Picture", don't let Xiaomi see it." ”

Mi Youren, like his Lao Tzu, is a master of calligraphy and painting, and they are both good at copying and counterfeiting. He often borrowed famous paintings from others, and then left the original copies and returned the copies to others. Although in the clerical circles, this practice was not only not a deception, but also showed talent.

But Pan Qiaolian is a little disdainful of Mi Youren's "killing" style, but Mi Youren is a friend of Pan Daguanren, as if he is still a little interesting to Pan Qiaolian.

When Li Tang heard Pan Qiaolian's words, he just smiled and shook his head: "Eighteen sister, this "Fairy Picture" is not real, how can you get into the eyes of Xiaomi, and only you like it." ”

This "Fairy Picture" was copied by Wu Hao when he was young, and after being seen by Pan Qiaolian, he asked for it, and it became her favorite thing.

Pan Qiaolian glared at Li Tang with a red face, "What if Brother Dawu copied it?" Brother Dawu's painting skills are outstanding, and sooner or later he can surpass his husband's. ”

Li Tang shook his head again and again, the painting of the martial artist Dalang can only be said to be "good", but it is far from being a "good". In the Pan Lou Street Market, the famous calligraphy and paintings of Wu Hao Gu can probably be worth dozens of yuan, and if it is the "Wu Hao Gu" model, only Pan Qiaolian will buy it......

But now the Mi Youren has the potential to become a famous artist, not only the copy of the famous calligraphy and painting is enough to mess with the truth, and their own landscape paintings are also excellent, and his father Mi Fu together is called the Mi family landscape.

"Is the eighteenth sister here? I asked to see you in the next Mi Yuren. ”

As soon as Li Tang put away Wu Haogu's copy of "Fairy Picture", Mi Youren's voice came from outside the study.

In today's Northern Song Dynasty, science has not yet risen, and the atmosphere is still very open, and there is no reason why everyone can't see people, and Pan Qiaolian is now half a widow. Even the matter of marriage can be decided by yourself, let alone meeting people?

"Yes, please." Pan Qiaolian said lukewarmly.

Then I saw Mi Youren open the door curtain with a paper fan and walked in.

"Eighteen sisters, Brother Xigu." Mi Youren arched his hand towards the two people in the room, and after Pan Qiaolian and Li Tang met each other, he found a rose chair and sat down.

Mi Youren glanced at Pan Qiaolian's frosty pretty face, and he liked it for a while, but he didn't come for this beauty today.

"Brother Xigu," he asked, "do you have a painter named Wu Haogu who works on Panlou Street?" ”

"I know," Pan Qiaolian took the question angrily, "he can't be a painter now." ”

"Can't be a painter?" Mi Youren was stunned, "What is the reason?" ”

Pan Qiaolian said: "I have to ask Ling Zun." ”

"Huh?" Mi Youren suddenly felt inexplicable, "My father went to the Lianshui Army half a month ago, how can I ask?" ”

The Lianshui Army is equivalent to the county and belongs to Chuzhou, and the military envoy is equivalent to the county order. Although Mi Fu was born in the gate (he was born in the early Song Dynasty after Mi Xin, he was a general, and was one of the outstanding artists cultivated by the Northern Song Dynasty), but because his mother was the nurse of Song Shenzong, he was given a civil official. However, because Mi Fu is not a Jinshi background, he has been a civil official for 30 years and has only been promoted to the military envoy.

"That was before Ling Zun went to the Lianshui Army," Pan Qiaolian said, "It is rumored that Ling Zun recognized the "Eighty-Seven Immortal Pictures" as a fake when he and Liu Vice Duzhi were watching the "Eighty-Seven Immortal Pictures", and it is also speculated that Wu Zongyuan replaced the real one with a facsimile decades ago......"

Pan Qiaolian learned about this from Li Tang, and Li Tang learned about it when he went to Kaifeng Mansion Prison to visit Wu Chengzhi's old friend a few days ago.

But Mi Youren was kept in the dark and didn't know the situation.

Pan Qiaolian's beautiful eyes turned and glanced at Mi Youren, "This Wu Zongyuan is not good, he only cares about his own interests, but he is tired of future generations." ”

"The Eighty-Seven Immortal Diagram is in the hands of the descendants of the martial arts?" Mi Youren's eyes suddenly lit up, and he became interested.

He is also a person who loves calligraphy and painting, and it is said that he wanted to exchange for a real calligraphy of Wang Xizhi but was rejected by the owner, and he wanted to commit suicide by throwing himself into the water. Now I heard that Wu Daozi's "Eighty-Seven Immortal Pictures" may be in the people's possession, so I naturally want to keep it for myself.

Pan Qiaolian snorted softly, and just as she wanted to speak, she heard a sharp staircase sound, and then a manager of the Pan family's gold and silver shop reported outside the door: "Eighteen sister, the martial artist is here, and he is in the lobby downstairs, saying that he is going to bet on his own storefront." ”

Hearing that Wu Haogu was coming, Pan Qiaolian exhaled, but then frowned again, and the cherry mouth also pouted, looking very unhappy: Brother Dawu must have come because he couldn't raise money elsewhere.

If you bet on the store, you must not be able to redeem it, what can you do in the future?

Mi Youren, who was sitting opposite her, didn't notice the change in Pan Qiaolian's expression, but just smiled: "Just talking about him, he arrived, what a coincidence." ”

"You also want to see Brother Dawu?" Pan Qiaolian asked.

"Don't hide it, I'm here to inquire about him."

Pan Qiaolian asked vigilantly: "Is it also for the "Eighty-Seven Immortal Pictures"?" ”

"No, no," Mi Youren said shaking the paper fan, "A treasure like the Eighty-Seven Immortals, it's not my turn to be a prisoner of the country, I'm here for the Mulberry Family Wazi Map." ”

Pan Qiaolian was stunned, "Mulberry ...... Mulberry Wazi Diagram? Is it a boundary painting? Who drew it? ”

"Wu is so ancient."

"Brother Dawu?" Pan Qiaolian said, "Aren't you mistaken?" Wu Haogu's white paintings and Huang Jiafugui are among the best on Panlou Street (Pan Qiaolian's standard), but his boundary paintings have never been seen. ”

"Eighteenth sister, you don't know, his boundary painting can be called the first in the world!" Mi Youren smiled bitterly, "With my painting skills, I can't even do a picture of the Mulberry Tile Map." ”