Yang Fei smiled and said, "There is no story about a treasure map in this tiger picture of Tang Bohu, right?"

Fu Heng laughed and said, "Boss is joking. How can there be so many treasure maps in this world? To put it bluntly, if you have the time to find those treasure maps that don't know the truth or the fake ones, it's better to find an ancient tomb to come quickly."

Yang Fei thought: "Old Fu, I believe you are also proficient in finding dragons and pointing acupoints?"

Fu Heng waved his hand and laughed: "How is it, but this kind of ability is usually not used."

Seeing that he had not said enough, Yang Fei knew that there was still a chance to do this.

However, it is impossible for Yang Fei to dig someone else's tomb for no reason.

If it is to collect antiques, with his current value, it is the same for buying them at auction. Digging people's graves is ultimately a shameful act and despised by others.

Fu Heng said: "There is a story in the middle about the tiger picture of Tang Bohu."

Yang Fei said: "I hope to hear the details."

Fu Heng said: "Tang Bohu was famous all over the world at that time, and it was hard to find a painting. There was a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River. I wanted him to draw a tiger down the mountain and hang it in the middle hall to maintain Feng Shui."

Yang Fei said: "There is still such a saying?"

Fu Heng said: "Often people don't ban tigers. If they want to ban tigers, they must be particular. The rich people bid for hundreds of gold to ask for paintings, but Tang Bohu just refused to agree."

Yang Fei smiled and said, "Tang Bohu's family is rich and he is a master who is not short of money. He wants to draw any paintings based on his temperament, and he will not bow his waist for a hundred gold coins."

Fu Heng said: "That's true. Tang Bohu is a literati and an artist, and the leader of the four great talents in Jiangnan. He is also capable of being proud. The rich man had a daughter in his family who was both beautiful and talented. When she heard that her father wanted to ask for Tang Bohu's paintings, she dressed up as a man and went to meet Tang Bohu."

Yang Fei was fascinated by the sound of hearing and asked, "What's next?"

Fu Heng said: "Miss found Tang Bohu and said he wanted to compete with him for his talent, and made a gamble. If Tang Bohu wins, he must agree to draw a painting and the painting questions are set by the winner. If the lady loses, she will marry her sister to Tang Bohu. What's the girl? She is actually just her. At that time, Tang Bohu had already got married and could only be a concubine after marrying. The daughters of wealthy families are generally not a concubine, so this lady is quite brave to bet such a big bet."

Yang Fei said: "What are they betting on?"

Fu Heng said: "Tang Bohu is a talented man from Jiangnan. He is a master of poetry, calligraphy and painting. He is arrogant and famous. Looking at the world, who can compete with him? There are many people who come to him to compare poetry and painting. He has never failed yet. So he let the lady give the title. The lady is also a talented woman and has been familiar with poetry since she was a child, so she proposed to talk about poetry."

Yang Fei smiled and said, "Tang Bohu's poem "Peach Blossom Poem" is the most famous of the Ming Dynasty. This lady is afraid that it will be difficult for her to beat him."

Fu Heng said: "Miss asked the question. She said that she had heard that Tang Bohu could write peach blossom poems for a long time. Today we don't write about flowers, but only the trees in the mountains."

Yang Fei said: "Tang Bohu also paints landscapes. He always writes poems. He must also be good at landscape poems."

Fu Heng said: "So, no matter what the lady asked, it would be difficult to defeat the great talent of Tang. Tang Bohu immediately took a look at the bright spot of the water and the mountain was bright, and the shadow of pine and bamboo was passing through the window. Burning incense and sitting opposite each other was nothing, and he had a quiet relationship with poetry and books."

"Good poem!" Yang Fei exclaimed, "It's worthy of being Tang Bohu! What poem was written by Miss?"

Fu Heng said: "The poem written by the lady is: The wind shadow is as clear as water, the frost branches are as cold as jade. She possesses the secluded hills and cannot accommodate ordinary birds. Although the heavy responsibilities are too great, her heart will never bend. Even if it is not a beam or a mountain, it is better than ordinary trees."

Yang Fei was stunned, savored it carefully, and said, "This poem is great! It has lofty ideas and exquisite words. What's even more wonderful is that there are paintings in the poem and the character is high!"

Fu Heng said: "Tang Bohu was unwilling to be later, so he wrote another poem: The mountains are hidden and the grass is deep, the birds are singing, the flowers are falling, and the books are heavy. The walkers are lost in their shoes, so where can they find them if they are not the sound of books?"

Yang Fei said: "This poem is also good, with a profound artistic conception, good!"

Fu Heng said: "Miss said to me: I am brushing the clouds and flowers in the morning, and I am entrusting the woodcutter in the evening. Those who send a message to establish themselves should not learn from the weak seedlings. There is a tree called Dangui, which is fragrant in all seasons. The flowers are snowing at night, and the leaves are cut into spring and green in spring."

Yang Fei said: "This five-character poem is so elegant! This lady is really a talented woman! It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time, otherwise I must have a glimpse of her beauty. Is Tang Bohu still a poem?"

Fu Heng smiled and said, "Of course we have to keep going! Tang Bohu is right: the squad sits and sings the piano, writing about my whole life's heart. This is true in my life, and pine and bamboo are harmonious with the sound of the simple sound."

Yang Fei said: "This Tang Bohu has a sympathy for the lady. I suspect that he has seen through the lady's daughter, so he used this poem to tease her."

Fu Heng smiled and said, "The boss reads poetry and is indeed super-human, so I haven't read the artistic conception of you."

Yang Fei laughed: "I don't know what poems do you have in my ladies?"

Fu Heng said: "Miss wrote a long poem: There is a tree called weak willow, and its roots are close to the clear pond. The wind and smoke borrow colors, and the rain and dew help the flowers grow. The white snowflakes are swaying in the green branches. The shade gradually hides itself, and the high tips are hanging down. The branches are cut into a stick, and the weak is not self-sustaining. The folding strips are used as a fan garden, and the softness is not suitable. It is a trustworthy tree, and the materials are used to treat it. Unfortunately, the golden dike is planted by those who plant it."

Yang Fei said: "This poem is well written! It's so good!"

Fu Heng said: "Tang Bohu sighed that he was not as good as he was, and he was willing to give him a chance. I would like to ask the lady to give the painting title. The lady used the tiger as the title. Tang Bohu painted it on the spot and immediately painted it."

Yang Fei exclaimed: "What a good story."

Fu Heng said: "Miss got the tiger picture drawn by Tang Bohu and went home. But the talented man Tang Bohu couldn't sleep. On the third day, he found out that the lady's mansion was coming to propose marriage and wanted to marry the lady's sister. When he went to the local area, he found out that there was only one daughter in this family. The beautiful young man who fought with him the day before yesterday was the weak Liu's daughter."

Yang Fei asked, "Has that lady married Tang Bohu?"

Fu Heng said: "The lady is naturally obsessed with Tang Bohu's talent, so she married him. She made a good talk."

Yang Fei was amazed.

Fu Heng said: "After that young lady married Tang Bohu, she was deeply favored. The two lived together day and night, and the piano and zither sounded together. Unfortunately, the blessings were shallow. Three years later, she died of difficult labor."

Yang Fei smiled bitterly and said, "Old Fu, why do you tell me the second half of this? You don't know the stories in fairy tales, but only talk about the prince and the princess. Will it end if you live a happy life from now on? The tragic things that follow are never told."

Fu Heng laughed so hard that he cried.

Yang Fei said: "Old Fu, you have a good memory. You remember this story and a few poems clearly in Tang Bohu."

Fu Heng said: "I read countless paintings in my life, and I can still remember the poems I have written on it. This is also a little talent of mine!"

Yang Fei was moved and pondered: "Old Fu, what's the surname that lady is? Could it be that surname is Luo?"

Fu Heng was stunned and said, "I haven't noticed you if you don't say it. After you mentioned it, I remembered that the lady's surname is indeed Luo."

The two looked at each other and said almost at the same time: "Can't that tiger picture really be a thing of the Luo family?"
Chapter completed!