Female President's Personal Doctor

Chapter 1975

For Yi Xiaomeng, there is no loss, but it is different for the old merchants. The old businessman bought nearly half of the calligraphy and paintings in the shop. Even if the price was cheap, it would be a lot of money. If he could get Ning fan's calligraphy, it would be OK. But now he can't get it, which makes him very depressed.

Yi Xiaomeng's eyes are bright and quick. He takes away the calligraphy and paintings and hides them in his arms. No matter how small she was, she was a girl. The old businessman had no choice but to look at her depressed and say, "I bought so much. You can give me a little discount. Otherwise, it's too hard to say."

"No, anything else is OK, but this one is not." Yi Xiaomeng has no room for negotiation. Holding Ning fan's words is like holding a treasure. He refuses to let go of anything.

Seeing her like this, the old businessman couldn't help being angry and amused: "what do you know, you little girl? It's not well written. You're going to take it back to my little grandson as a negative textbook."

"Not even that!" Yi Xiaomeng shook his head, "well, if you choose another one of the calligraphy and painting in the room, it will be profitable. But this one is not good. Anyway, it's useless for you to say anything. Let's die."

Although she is small, she talks a lot. She is very powerful.

The old businessman was speechless by her, and he didn't smell it for a long time. When he came back, the little girl had already run into the inner room with the picture in her arms, and a middle-aged scholar came out to replace her. The old businessman was disappointed, but he became more and more interested in the origin of the character.

"Sir, you wrote the words in the girl's hand just now?" The middle-aged scholars of the Shang Dynasty arched their hands.

The middle-aged scholar was stunned by the fact that he mentioned the calligraphy as soon as he came up. He said, "I didn't write it. I can't write such a good calligraphy."

His voice is sour. On the surface, he is self depreciating, but in essence, he is sarcastic.

The old businessman heard something and said quietly, "that piece of writing is not very good. I'm going to give it to my grandson who can't do it well as a negative textbook, and warn him not to study hard. It's a pity that she didn't get it. The little girl seems to care about that piece of writing."

Hum! The middle-aged literati sneered in his heart. This old man is really a liar. If he didn't see the high artistic conception of the word, how could he pester and tell such shameless lies? It's really shameless.

"If she likes it, you can choose another one." When the middle-aged scholar said that, he secretly admired his daughter. He was as clever as he was. He never said anything back. Like father, like daughter

Seeing that he couldn't get the words, the old businessman lost interest and didn't want any other calligraphy and paintings. He paid and left unhappily. The middle-aged man of letters was very depressed. He had no interest in taking a look at his treasures. He really didn't have the ability to appreciate them.

As a matter of fact, the middle-aged literati knew very well that the words he wrote were very skillful in note taking and could be said anywhere, but they were very different from that one in artistic conception. Artistic conception can't be imitated, it can only be produced by itself in hard practice. The problem is that the other person's handwriting is not very good, which means that he has not practiced much at ordinary times. Some of his strokes are simply poor, but why can he show such a lofty artistic conception? This is really a very strange thing.

"Dad, grandma asked you to come here." Just when the middle-aged literati was thinking hard, Yi Xiaomeng poked his head out of the inner room and called him clearly.

Old mother call, Yi Yuntian dare not neglect, immediately tidy up the skirt and ran into the inner room. Yi Xiaomeng took the initiative to look at the shop for him, and then looked at her hand, the calligraphy and painting had disappeared. Yi Yuntian didn't think much about it until he came into his mother's house and saw that she was enjoying the painting. He couldn't help but feel a little stuttered.

Yi Yuntian is very clear that her handwriting is very good because of her mother's strict teaching. Before she married to the Yi family, she was also a lady of a multi talented family. Her handwriting is extremely beautiful. Yi Yuntian thinks that if there is anyone who writes better than him in the small town, only his old mother is convinced. But no one knows why. His old mother never spread the ink treasures to the outside world, and it has been unknown for many years that his old mother has not written any more. Yi Yuntian has never dared to ask, but today, it seems that he is going to solve the mystery for many years.

"Yuntian, you must find the person who wrote this picture as soon as possible. This person is not simple. He is a real expert in the world. The expert I met at that time is inferior to him." Yi's mother's expression is dignified.

"Niang, can you tell me in detail what's good about this word?" Yi Yuntian can't help swallowing his saliva. Now he is thirsty and his heart beats faster. It's hard for him to calm down.

Yi's mother glanced at him and shook her head. She had high hopes for her son, but she didn't expect that he was just a common talent. His handwriting was excellent, but no matter how good it was, it was useless. In the eyes of those experts, it's no different from waste. Look at the picture in her hand again, it's really good. The artistic conception is so wonderful that she can conclude that it's from an expert.

"You don't know what you've said. Go quickly. When you meet someone, you must treat them with courtesy. If you want to talk, it's about the future of little meng'er. Please remember it!" Yi's mother knew that her son's temper was not good, so she told her again and again.

"Yes Yi Yuntian's heart leaps wildly. It's really related to his daughter. If his daughter can soar to the sky, then he will have fulfilled his long cherished wish for many years. "Mother, I have a question to ask. If it's true, can this outsider cultivate Xiao meng'er into the academy?" When he said it, he looked at his old mother eagerly. He didn't dare to be so presumptuous before.

Yi's mother shakes her head in a funny way: "everything will wait until you see the master. Don't think so much now. You will come to see Meng er's own fortune."

Seeing that the old mother didn't want to say more, Yi Yuntian had no choice but to go. In fact, he is happy in his heart. It's no big difference between meng'er and himself.

The town is very small. It's very easy to find someone, because there is only one inn in the whole town. It wasn't long before Yi Yuntian found Ning fan and jin'er who were tasting delicious food.

To a certain extent, you don't need to eat, but it's OK to taste different tastes. Now they dress up as ordinary people, and do as the Romans do, to satisfy their appetite. In the process of eating, Ning fan suddenly found that eating is not a simple thing, it seems to hide the mystery in it.