The scroll has a quaint atmosphere, as if you can smell the smell of drawing paper.

But after just opening it and reading it for half a moment, Long Qingyun put down the scroll.

"Fake." Long Qingyun was sure that this was fake.

The old man was shocked, "Why? You just looked at it a little, why are you so sure?"

Long Qingyun explained: "Because Lord Wang basically doesn't ride a horse and doesn't like to draw horses, his original works are the most common ones except poetry and official documents."

The old man frowned, "Woman?"

Not only the old man and the guests, but also Xiaofang, Hu Yuxin and others were listening curiously.

Long Qingyun continued to wipe the cup, "Look at more books. At that time, Lord Wang was alone outside. When he arrived at the Tongzhou official school, he was troubled by others because his painting skills were not good, so he practiced his painting skills in the first and second year."

"In the first year, his two wives gave birth to children. In order to meet at home, they painted in the mirror and mailed it to their wives and concubines in their hometown."

"The wives and concubines in Heishui County, Shanzhou are both talented women, and they all draw for each other, drawing the mother and son waiting for bed or sending other pictures there."

"At that time, Lord Wang had not invented the camera, so this is the most primitive picture transmission."

"So the original works of the Tongzhou period were either women or Wang Lanling himself, and they would not be landscape paintings and animal paintings or architectural pictures."

"It might be the test paper of that year, but no one will keep that thing, right?"

"Even if it is retained, it will not be unknown for two hundred years."

Long Qingyun looked at the old man, "If you don't believe it, you can go to Tongzhou to ask. Tongzhou official school regarded Wang Lanling, who was driven away by them, as a well-known alumni, and would not mention that they drove and looked down on Wang Lanling back then."

"But if there are any related authentic works, they will definitely not be spread outside."

Long Qingyun had no good feelings for the Tongzhou official school where he had attended three years. The place trapped him for three years like a prison, and bored him so much that he could only play with women in the dormitory every day.

The old man sighed and quickly said, "Although it is a fake, this one is as good as Lord Wang back then."

Long Qingyun smiled, "I can draw one at will, but I don't know how to draw it. I'm afraid you will sell my original works for money."

The old man looked at Long Qingyun curiously, "You can draw, too?"

Long Qingyun lowered his head and continued to wipe the cup, "Shit by, I still have to do business, so I won't talk more."

The old man left helplessly.

In fact, that horse picture is indeed the original work of Wang Lanling...

However, the painter himself does not want the things he practiced painting to continue to exist. He should have a greater say in the production of this essay that was taken away by someone who didn't know how to get rid of it.

The one hundred yuan received is just to consider it as the apology fee for these people to steal his works without permission.

The business in the cafe is very extensive, and I am basically the first to ask about marriage, and several people will come out in the next few days.

As long as you start one, many people from the corresponding business will come to ask for help after that.

An old woman, with the help of her children beside her, put down a page of book pressing between the two glasses with excitement.

"Master, please help me see if this is the original work of Lord Wang!"

Long Qingyun leaned over and took a look, and suddenly felt a burst of sore teeth...

"Master? What are you? Is this fake?" The old lady was a little nervous.

Long Qingyun sighed and said to the old lady: "This is a letter exchange with Wenrou's mother before Wang Lanling and his wife got married in the second year of Wenwu."

"At that time, Zhao Wenrou ran away from home and went to Wang Lanling's house. Her mother, Yang, sent someone to shout a few times but didn't shout back, so she wrote a letter asking Wang Lanling to take good care of her daughter."

It's actually a threat...

Long Qingyun said helplessly: "This is a reply from Wang Lanling to Zhao Wenrou's mother, Yang."

**

Mrs. Zhao personally opened:

Mrs. Zhao, the letter has arrived, and the young student read it three times. (I understand what you mean.)

Please rest assured about Miss Zhao. Although Miss Zhao and I are in love with each other, I understand that this matter should be stopped by etiquette. If I don’t give her a title, there will naturally be no transcendence.

(How is it? I understand it right? But I want to say that your daughter is too enthusiastic and I am very passive! And whether or not you get married depends mainly on me.)

Now Rou'er lives in my house and gets along well with my concubine. My family is full of young women, and there is no male other than me. Although my wife is at ease, everyone gets along well with Miss Zhao. (I don't lack women!)

Xiaosheng is from a sideline family and has a poor family. He dares not ask for his wife's choice.

If the wife finds a good match for Miss Zhao, the young student should obey him. (I don’t have money, don’t let me give me a bride price, I can’t afford to marry him.)

**

Long Qingyun has a great memory. Now I feel particularly ashamed to see what I wrote when I was fourteen years old. I really don’t know how these people found this thing!

"You can use this thing to find the King of Kings hamburger shop. I remember those people are descendants of the Zhao family's daughter. You can use it to exchange it for money. If you don't charge it there, I can charge it for one thousand yuan."

Long Qingyun plans to spend 1,000 yuan to recycle his dark history.

The old lady looked red and said loudly: "No! No matter how much it costs, it's a priceless treasure, I want to donate it to the museum!"

Long Qingyun became even more ashamed and waved to drive away the person.

"Go away, go away, don't delay my business!"

In the future, the cafe will not be able to take on the job of identifying cultural relics, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to always see my own dark history.

This incident made Long Qingyun realize that he could not leave his handwriting at will now, let alone write a diary!
Chapter completed!