It was another three consecutive days of drizzle that wet Kaifeng Prefecture.

Several rows of willows swaying in the rain on the Jinshui River. The flying bridges on the Bian River, Cai River, and Wuzhang River all appear faintly in the rain. The Huazhai, Eagle Shop and Xiangyao Shop on Panlou Street in the southeast of Yanfu Palace are all clear and cold in front of the Huazhai, Eagle Shop and Xiangyao Shop, with few passers-by.

Several donkey carts drove from the rain, and the wide and solid wooden wheels pressed over the water-stacked street, splashing water, rolling forward, heading east along Panlou Street, and after walking for a while, they turned to Jiesin Lane, and then stopped outside a tall and grand door.

The servant of Zhike rushed out of the door with a paper umbrella, and arrived at the front of a donkey cart, asked, and then shouted in a bright voice: "Please please in the Xiaomi official."

The servant's shouting reached the third floor of the store, inside a house decorated in a study room.

"Master, what do you think Brother Dawu is busy with recently?"

Sitting in a ring chair and looking at the dense raindrops outside the window falling down, Pan Qiaolian asked in a low voice.

The store, which is three floors tall and has a width of more than 800 meters, belongs to the Pan family's gold, silver, silk and silk shop. Pan Xiao'an and Pan were called to the military camp again today. They were not in the shop, so Pan Qiaolian came here to take charge of her brother.

However, the real reason why she came to sit in the shop was to wait for her brother Wu, who was young and innocent, that is, Wu Haogu.

She had known that Wu Haogu's family had encountered a hurdle that could not be overcome and needed cash turnover urgently. The only way to protect the store collection was.

What she can do is to make the Wu family’s store collect more money...

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

Pan Qiaolian was also a little anxious now. She asked Li Tang, the master who taught her calligraphy and painting, to inquire about the news a few days ago.

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

Could it be that this brother Dawu is preparing to study hard and get a Jinshi exam?

Qiao Lian thought to herself: If he really had this ability, he would have caught him from the golden list in two years...

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

In the study where Pan Qiaolian was located, a man dressed as a scholar with lily of the valley flowers sitting on his ears was Pan Daguanren's friend and Li Tang, a painter who was the palm of the Pan family's zhiku. He was also the teacher who taught Pan Xiao'an and Pan Qiaolian's brothers and sisters to paint.

When Li Tang heard Pan Qiaolian’s question, he just smiled and did not answer, but changed the topic and said: “Xiaomi is here.”

Xiaomi is Mi Youren. He and his father Mi Fu are both good at calligraphy and painting, so they are called "Da Mi" together.

"Xiaomi?" Pan Qiaolian frowned and pointed out a picture on the desk. "Master, hurry up and put away this "Fairy Picture" by Wu Zongyuan, don't let Xiaomi see it."

Like his elder brother, Mi Youren is a master of calligraphy and painting, and is good at copying and fraud. He often borrows famous paintings from others to describe, and then leaves the real version and returns the copy to others. Although in the circle of scholars, this approach is not only not a fraud, but also shows his talent.

However, Pan Qiaolian looked down on Mi Youren's "killing old friends" style, but Mi Youren is a friend of Grand Official Pan, as if she is still interested in Pan Qiaolian.

When Li Tang heard Pan Qiaolian's words, he just smiled and shook his head: "Sister Eighteen, this "Fairy Picture" is not true, how can you catch Xiaomi's eyes? I think you are the only one who likes it."

This "Fairy Picture" was copied by Wu Haogu when he was young. When Pan Qiaolian saw it, she found it and became her favorite thing. She played with and appreciated it from time to time, and also wrote and copied several of them.

Pan Qiaolian glared at Li Tang with a pretty face, "So what if it was copied by Brother Dawu? Brother Dawu's painting skills are outstanding, and sooner or later, he will surpass his father-in-law's."

Li Tang shook his head repeatedly. Wu's Dalang's paintings can only be used as "good", but they are far from being called "good". In the Panlou Street Market, the famous calligraphy and paintings copied by Wu Hao ancient can be worth dozens of silk. If the style "Wu Hao ancient" is given, only Pan Qiaolian will buy them...

However, Mi Youren, who is seeking a meeting now, has the potential to become a famous master. Not only is the calligraphy and paintings of famous masters copied enough to be real, but his own landscape paintings are also excellent. Together with his father Mi Fu, he is called the Mi Family Landscape.

"Is Sister Eighteen here? I'm asking for advice from Mi Youren."

Li Tang had just put away the ancient copy of Wu Hao's "Fairy Picture", and Mi Youren's voice came from outside the study.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, Neo-Confucianism has not yet emerged, and the atmosphere is still very open. There is no reason why ladies from a noble family cannot meet people. Besides, Pan Qiaolian is now considered half a widow. Even if they can decide on marriage, let alone meet people?

"Please," Pan Qiaolian said lukewarmly.

Then I saw Mi Youren pulling the curtain with a paper fan and walking in.

"Eighteenth Sister, Brother Xigu." Mi Youren bowed to the two people in the room. After Pan Qiaolian and Li Tang saw the ceremony, he looked for a big shot and sat down the rose chair.

Mi Youren glanced at Pan Qiaolian's pretty frosty face and felt a little like her, 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 over the question angrily, "He can't be a painter now."

"I can't be a painter?" Mi Youren was stunned, "What's the reason?"

Pan Qiaolian said: "We must ask Lingzun."

"Ah?" Mi Youren was puzzled, "My father went to the Lianshui Army half a month ago. How do I ask me to ask?"

The Lianshui Army is equivalent to a county, and is under Chuzhou. The military envoy is equivalent to a county magistrate. Although Mi Fu was born in a general (he was a general after Mi Xin, a great minister in the early Song Dynasty, and was one of the outstanding artists trained by the Northern Song Dynasty general), his mother was given a civil servant because she was the wet nurse of Song Shenzong. However, since Mi Fu was not a Jinshi, he was promoted to a civil servant for thirty years and was only promoted to a military envoy.

"That's what happened before Ling Zun went to Lianshui Army," said Pan Qiaolian. "There are rumors that Ling Zun was traveling with Liu Duzhi to Wanshou and watched the "Eighty-Seven Immortals" and found it a fake. It was also speculated that Wu Zongyuan replaced the real version with a copy decades ago..."

Pan Qiaolian learned about this from Li Tang, and Li Tang learned about this when he went to Kaifeng Prefecture Prison to visit Wu Chengzhi, an old friend.

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

Pan Qiaolian's beautiful eyes rolled and glanced at Mi Youren, "This Wu Zongyuan is not good either. She only cares about her own preferences, but she has tired her descendants."

"The Eighty-Seven Gods Pictures are in the hands of descendants of the Wu family?" Mi Youren's eyes suddenly shone and became interested.

He is also a man who loves calligraphy and painting. It is said that he wanted to exchange for a genuine copybook of Wang Xizhi, but his master refused, and he wanted to commit suicide by jumping into the water. Now he heard that Wu Daozi's original copy of "The Eighty-Seven Immortals" might have fallen into the people, so he naturally wanted to take it for himself.

Pan Qiaolian snorted softly. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a rapid staircase ringing. Then a Pan family’s gold and silver shop manager reported outside the door: “Sister Eighteenth sister, Wu’s Dalang is here, and he is in the lobby downstairs, saying that he is going to ban his own store.”

When Pan Qiaolian heard that Wu Haogu had come, he let out a sigh of relief, but then frowned again, and cherry's small mouth also pouted, looking very unhappy: Brother Dawu must have come because he couldn't raise money elsewhere.

If you take the store, you will definitely not be able to redeem it. What can you do in the future?

Mi Youren, who was sitting opposite her, did not notice Pan Qiaolian's expression change, but just smiled and said, "Just talking about him, he was here, it was such a coincidence."

"You want to see my brother Dawu, too?" Pan Qiaolian asked.

"I'm going to know about him, I'm here to find out about him."

Pan Qiaolian asked vigilantly: “Is it also for the “Eighty Seven Immortals Picture”?”

"It's not true," Mi Youren said, shaking the paper fan, "It's not my turn to be a treasure like "The Eighty-Seven Immortals" to get involved. I came here for "The Sang Family Wazi Picture".

Pan Qiaolian was stunned, "Sang... the tile picture of Sang's family? Is it a boundary painting? Who painted it?"

"Wu is so ancient."

"Brother Dawu?" Pan Qiaolian said, "Are you wrong? Wu Haogu's white paintings and Huang Family Fugui are among the best on Panlou Street (Pan Qiaolian's standard), but he has never seen his boundary paintings."

"Sister Eighteen, you don't know that his world's paintings are the best!" Mi Youren said with a wry smile, "With my painting skills, I can't even copy a "Sang Family Wazi Picture"."
Chapter completed!