Chapter 166 He is Tang Yin
The old man also laughed out loud. The more he looked at Jiang Chengfeng, the more he liked him. He said loudly, "Little brother, just come up with the first couplet! If no one can answer it, I will draw another one for you!"
Jiang Chengfeng pondered for a moment, then said with a smile: "Just now, old sir, you came up with a couplet with the same character, so I'll come up with one too!"
As he spoke, Jiang Chengfeng took out a pencil. Immediately, a talented scholar brought a piece of white paper and spread it out. Jiang Chengfeng did not hesitate and wrote a line of big characters immediately - the sea water falls day after day.
I saw this couplet written by Jiang Chengfeng in an extracurricular reading material in junior high school. I liked it very much at that time, so I memorized it. I didn't expect that it would come in handy today.
After Jiang Chengfeng finished writing, there was silence all around. Everyone, including the old gentleman with gray hair and beard, and Shen Ruoyan fell into deep thought.
Because of the previous case, everyone was speculating about how to break the sound, but after a long time, most people didn’t even understand how to read it, let alone come up with the second line.
Shen Ruoyan tried to break off the sound, and after a moment she knew how to read it, but unfortunately she couldn't come up with the second line, which was a pity. However, she cast a questioning look at Jiang Chengfeng, meaning where did you get these weird couplets from?
"Is there no one who can come out?" Jiang Chengfeng looked solemn, but he was actually very happy in his heart. It was also a great pleasure to see these so-called talents embarrassed. You so-called talents are very proud every day, I just want to hit you hard!
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Before, some people said that Jiang Chengfeng was taking shortcuts, but now it was their turn and they were asked to take shortcuts as well. However, they were helpless and were even worse than a little servant. It was really shameful!
No one spoke. Jiang Chengfeng shrugged his shoulders, turned to look at the old man, and said with a smile: "In this case, please draw another one for me, old man!"
The old man was anxious, and waved his hands and said, "Don't worry! Don't worry! Let me think about it again!"
Jiang Chengfeng smiled and said, "Please come in, old sir!"
Jiang Chengfeng was not very happy with those talented people who were arrogant. However, this old man was approachable and polite. Jiang Chengfeng liked him very much and was willing to give him more time to think.
Soon, the old man's eyes lit up, he slapped his forehead and laughed, "I figured it out! I figured it out!"
The old man's sudden shout scared the many talented people around him who were still thinking hard. So, in the surprised eyes of everyone, the old man picked up the brush and wrote a line of big words - Floating clouds are fading away!
Jiang Chengfeng was stunned. He didn't expect that this old man was actually so capable. The second line he came up with was exactly the perfect second line in Jiang Chengfeng's memory.
The old gentleman got it right, and the talented people present were both excited and disappointed. It seemed that there was no hope for the next painting of the beautiful scenery of West Lake!
Jiang Chengfeng glanced at the old gentleman with gray hair and beard, who was dancing with joy like a naughty boy, and smiled, cupped his hands and praised, "Congratulations, old gentleman!"
"It should be me who admires you!" The old man waved his hand and said, "My little brother, you can improvise couplets, and you can express your feelings through the scenery. I admire you!"
Jiang Chengfeng was as thick-skinned as a city wall. He accepted the old gentleman's praise with a clear conscience. He smiled and said, "Old gentleman, you are too kind! In fact, I admire your talent!"
Having a good chat with Jiang Chengfeng, the old man couldn't help but sigh: "In the past, when I painted, I never wrote inscriptions or stamped my seals! I just didn't expect that after so many years, I would meet such an interesting person like you. It seems that I have to make an exception today!"
Jiang Chengfeng was very proud and said with a smile: "Old sir, this painting is very good! I heard that it is worth a fortune. I am going to sell it--"
Before he could finish his sentence, a small hand pinched the tender flesh on his waist. Jiang Chengfeng suddenly came and covered it up with a dry laugh.
The old man was stunned, "Could it be that you want to sell this painting?"
Jiang Chengfeng cursed himself for being too talkative, but since he was asked, it would be foolish for him to hide the truth. He smiled and said, "Since the old gentleman asked, I won't hide it! In fact, I am not good at calligraphy and painting. Instead of letting this calligraphy and painting lie idle in my hands, it is better to sell it to someone who really understands painting. What do you think, old gentleman?"
Scholars of this era like to pretend to be noble, saying that they don't like the smell of money, and they disdain to deal with businessmen. Therefore, Shen Ruoyan was very worried after hearing his two sentences. She was secretly annoyed that this guy was usually very smart, so why did he make a fool of himself today?
Although Shen Ruoyan is well-informed, she is not as good as Jiang Chengfeng in judging people. Jiang Chengfeng has long noticed that this old man has a noble temperament, but he is very peaceful in dealing with people, so he is not going to hide it from him.
Sure enough, the old man laughed out loud, "Young brother, you are honest and frank. I admire you! In fact, if we can sell this painting and get some real money, it would be a good thing! If everyone in the world is as smart as you, there will be hope for the revival of our Northern Tang!"
Jiang Chengfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this old gentleman was different from ordinary scholars and did not seem to be averse to doing business.
"Excuse me, little brother, are you a businessman?" asked the old man.
Jiang Chengfeng smiled and nodded. The old man said, "If that's the case, maybe I'll see you again! It seems I have to stamp this seal!"
As he spoke, he took out a brush and quickly wrote four words on the lower right corner of the painting of misty waves, then left in a leisurely manner.
Looking at the elegant back of the old man leaving, Jiang Chengfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head. When his eyes fell on the picture of misty waves again, he suddenly discovered that the four words left by the old man were - Huaiyin Tang Yin!
Seeing the words "Tang Yin", Jiang Chengfeng was struck by lightning. Damn! Could it be that Tang Bohu, who ordered Qiuxiang, also traveled through time? And he is from the same era as me? Are you kidding me!
Jiang Chengfeng was still surprised, but Shen Ruoyan was extremely delighted and exclaimed, "Is it really Lord Tang? Oh my God! I actually met Lord Tang!"
Jiang Chengfeng was stunned for a moment. After a long while, he said, "Miss, you said this Tang Yin is Lord Tang? He is actually an official?"
In later Chinese history, Tang Yin was frustrated. Despite his great talent, he could not become an official and could only make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings. Who would have thought that in this era, he would become an official?
Shen Ruoyan rolled her eyes in annoyance and said, "I thought you knew everything! Turns out even Master Tang Yin doesn't know!"
Jiang Chengfeng smiled bitterly and said nothing. Then, Shen Ruoyan briefly . It turned out that this Lord Tang was actually a Hanlin University Scholar, a part-time Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and had a high reputation among the officials, and was known as the world's number one talent.
