Chapter 1: Yuming Jiugao, Sound in the Wild 1

In the fourth year of Ji Xuanping, it has been 30 years since the signing of the alliance of Linchuan with Beixiao. Although the wounds caused by the war have not completely healed, the gradually flourishing trade shows a hypocritical peace. On this rootless duckweed-like prosperity, a wind of appreciation has blows all over the capital, whether it is the emperor. Sun nobles are also rich merchants. They all take the collection and appreciation of antique calligraphy and painting as elegance. For a time, large and small antique shops in Tianwang City have sprung up.

In an inconspicuous corner of Yongning Square, Yiyi store was bought, hung with a signboard, and quietly opened when no one noticed it. At first, the business people nearby only knew that this was an antique shop that followed the trend. The owner was a young man who looked quite young and did not pay too much attention.

But I didn't expect that this store has only been open for less than a month. The name Yuezhai has spread all over the streets and alleys of the capital. If you find someone to inquire about it, you can tell a general story of the owner who gambled jade a few days ago. Well, the storyteller of Zhouji Teahouse is talking happily--

"Everyone thinks that the black piece must be a stubborn stone. Who knows that there are so many ancient masters in the capital, big and small, but no one has ever seen that it is a rare treasure of Di Liang's tribute to the Central Plains during the reign of Emperor Sukang. It is a hundred years of rare pure black ink jade. Only through the noon sun can you see the mystery of it. . But at this time, Mr. Wei, who was watching the bustle under the stage, suddenly stood up and insisted that this was Huai Mo Baoyu.

Most of the listeners are not listening to this paragraph for the first time, but they still talk about it. There is a table of outsiders curiously asking, "Who is this Mr. Wei?" No one else can see it, but can he be sure?

The storyteller stroked his palm and said, "Sung, you are a stranger. This Mr. Wei is not simple. Although he is only in his early twenties, he is a first-class expert in ancient calligraphy and painting. Even the prime minister looks at him with new eyes. Now he is the celebrity in front of the dignitaries!"

The out-of-towner only smiled, but stopped answering. The storyteller said, "Mr. Wei's words made Lord Hang very happy. I heard that Lord Hang bought the Huaimo Baoyu, which had been missing for many years from a Xili businessman after several twists and turns. When he got it, he couldn't see any mystery. Then he set off the ring and invited famous antique connoisseurs in the capital to come with him to distinguish the truth. Mr. Wei said that it was Huai Mo, but other people still didn't believe it. If you asked what evidence you have, Mr. Wei smiled and dared to say it. Naturally, there is evidence. Those who don't believe it can see it by themselves.

"I saw that Mr. Wei stepped on the ring calmly and raised the Huaimo Baoyu with one hand. Facing the midday sun, the Shangshu Housekeeper standing behind him exclaimed," the storyteller said as he drew such an action and raised the teacup. "The Huaimo Baoyu facing the sun, it was actually transparent. Brightly, the whole black is actually a dark green in the sun, even as if taking out the water in a deep well. Lord Hang was overjoyed and immediately ordered to reward Mr. Wei.

The teahouse here listened with great interest. At the table on the second floor of Jufu Restaurant across the street, the man in ochre raised his glass and smacked his tongue: "It's really getting worse and worse. Has the storyteller really seen Huai Mo? Unexpectedly, he was bragging with one mouth. He shook his head and said, "Are you not angry at all?"

The man in white at the same table with Mr. Ochre raised his head slightly and raised the corners of his mouth: "Most of the rumors in the market are like this. What's the use of me being angry?"

Half a month ago, Hubu Shangshu Hangxun held not a ring, but a banquet. The connoisseurs of all the antique shops in the capital were invited. Although Wei Tanyi was young, he also attended it. Since it's a banquet, naturally it won't be at noon. Where does the sun come from at noon? The man in ochre poured himself another glass of wine with tears and laughter.

"But in this way, it's a good thing that those guys who rely on the old don't dare to embarrass you anymore."

The prince in white smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true. Maybe people think that I deliberately released this kind of mythical rumor to get along with the connoisseurs in the whole capital. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, it's time to come again.

The young man in ochre was stunned and sighed, "Those old guys are also really arrogant."

A table of simple dishes and a pot of wine, but only one glass. The prince in ochre felt tasteless after drinking a few cups by himself, and asked, "Do you really don't drink?"

"The doctor has repeatedly told you not to drink wine, otherwise you will die." The man in white picked up a few more dishes and ate them, and then put down the jade chopsticks.

Seeing this, the prince in ochre smiled and said, "You can only choose a few dishes of Jufulou. It's really more picky than me."

The man in white smiled bitterly when he heard the words: "I don't think the food here is not good. I'm just dragging a sick body. The wine can't be touched. It's also a taboo. There's really not much to eat."

"That's all. It's boring for me to invite you to drink with. I'll go to your store another day to see what you, a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks on earth, eat." The young man in ochre was not annoyed. He called the second child to pay the bill, and the two went downstairs one after the other.

"Your Highness, why don't you follow me now? There are beautiful women in the store this spring. Although it is not as good as the royal tribute dew in the palace, it can barely enter your Highness's mouth, right?"

"It's not done today. There have been more and more things since the supervision of the government, and this is also the time to come out of the palace. Anyway, if I'm free, I'll ask someone to come and inform you first, and then I'll taste tea with you.

The prince in ochre folded the fan and said with a smile, "Remember to keep the best tea." Turn around and go.

"Your Highness, take your time." The man in white arched his hand to him, still slightly smiling at the corners of his lips.

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Back at the door of Yuezhai, a military officer in blue was in blue and asked about something with an old man selling steamed buns nearby. As soon as the military officer saw the man in white unlocking the lock, he ran over and said in a bad tone, "Are you the master here?"

"It's exactly below." The man in white replied, didn't look at him, and pushed the door straight in.

The military attache in blue also followed him. After looking around, he asked, "I heard everyone call you Mr. Wei. What's your full name?"

The man in white turned his back to him, took a red paint jar from the Duobaoge, put it next to the tea crusher on the Nanmu desk, and lit the stove in the corner. Then he asked faintly, "Is your excellency here to inquire about what it is?"

The military officer in blue frowned: "So what?"

"No," the man in white fanned the stove and lifted his long hair. "I don't know what advice Lord Han has for you?"

The military attache in Qingyi was stunned: "Do you know me?"

"I don't know him, but the reputation of Lord Han Ruxu, a four-grade bodyguard with knives, is really loud, and he patrols the streets every day. It's difficult for ordinary people not to know."

He heard the irony of "You are so ostentatious and still don't know" in his words, but it was not easy to attack. Han Ruqi stared and looked at the Lord of Ramadan in front of him.

A woman who is good at maintenance may not be able to match the long black hair behind her, with a complex patterned turban on her head, and the long hair hanging on both sides is also exquisite. With a suitable white dress, it looks elegant. A face with a clear outline of talents in the Western Regions, with eyebrows flying like a sword, deep eyes like a pool, a thin nose, and a bright and moist lip line. With a smile, it is really like the "evil face" in the rumor.

Suddenly he realized that he was staring at people rudely. Han Ruqi coughed and said with a straight face, "Mr. Wei has been able to climb up to such a senior official as Hang Shangshu in less than a month since he settled in the capital. This ability is really admirable."

When Wei Tanyi heard this, he was not annoyed. He still had a no more or less smile on his face: "I just happened to recognize Huai Mo. Lord Hang rewarded me some tea money through wine. How can he be called Gao Pan?"

"Tea money? It's the first time I've heard someone call ten taels of gold tea money. Han Ruxu sneered.

"I eat with my craftsmanship. The only preference in my life is to taste tea. Even if it's ten taels of gold, I'm just a bowl of willows. How can't I call it tea money?" Wei Tanyi replied, looking after the fire.

"Is it your craft to see Huai Mo through the sun?"

Wei Tanyi gently raised the corners of his mouth: "Lord Han really listens to seven directions. Huai Mo is not only the first-class ink jade. How can you see the difference through the sunlight? You have to light a candle in the opaque room to see the bright edge of Huai Mo. If it's easy to transmit light, it's just a low-class ink jade.

Han Ruxu didn't understand these identification techniques, and there was no refutation. A person behind him came into the door: "Mr. Wei, this is a gift from your master."

Wei Tanyi put down the fan and came forward to receive the wooden box handed over by the subordinate: "Exciting, please convey my gratitude to your host for me, and say that Wei has prepared the best tea and is waiting for you at any time." The subordinate arched his hand and left.

Open the box and put four frosted jade tea cups on the satin. His Royal Highness was really generous," Wei Tanyi looked at it carefully for a while and sighed, "It's a pity that with such a cup, I don't know how many people can taste the mystery of tea."

"Are you also a princeling?"

Hearing this question, Wei Tanyi seemed to remember that there were still people in the store again, so he put down the pot and turned around: "Lord Han's meaning, are you the prince?"

Han Ruqi was asked back, snorted without answering, and said, " Even the prince gives you gifts. I really don't know how many people in the court have nothing to do with you."

Wei Tanyi raised his eyebrows and smiled deeper: "Businessmen naturally want to please all the guests. If Lord Han also becomes a guest of a small shop, he is still the person Wei needs to please." Before Han Ruqi could speak, he said, "Just leaning down, Lord Han doesn't seem to like a person who will like these old things." The implication is that you have neither money nor that interest.

Being damaged by him again and again, Han Ruqi's face looked ugly: "I never used anything that others have used."

"Then there's nothing we can do," the Lord of Ramadan regained his faint polite smile. "Since Lord Han said so much, please don't hinder me from doing business." I don't talk to him anymore.

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Original poem: "The Book of Songs · Xiaoya · Heming", the crane sings Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the wild.