Transformed into a furry person, I am doing public relations in the Northern Song Dynasty

"I don't think the tea at Chunhe Teahouse is anything special. I'll come back some other day. If it's okay, I'll let you try Yunqing's tea and have a taste of my craftsmanship."

Liu Yunqing didn't know how to thank Zhao Chengyan. She always owed him favors, but how could she repay him?

Suddenly, Liu Yunqing thought of something, stood up with the box in his arms and tried to jump off the carriage.

"Ayan, wait for me for a moment! I have something to give you!"

After a while, Liu Yunqing came back with a small glass jar in his hand.

"I, I heard from a familiar customer that you were injured in the palace. I don't know what I can do for you. I just heard that there is a facial cleanser on Qishengyuan Street that has a scar removal cream passed down from my ancestors. I went to buy it several times but couldn't find it."

"I had to pester the medicine pounding lady for a long time and help her in the shop for an entire afternoon before I finally made a small jar. Ah Yan, try it."

Now she didn't care whether Zhao Chengyan would be suspicious of her identity. After all, most people would not think that a cat could turn into a human being.

In short, Zhao Chengyan is worthy of her efforts.

Zhao Chengyan was flattered and accepted it. Liu Yunqing felt relieved when he saw that he didn't look suspicious but just happy.

Finally, Liu Yunqing got out of the car and watched Zhao Chengyan's car slowly drive away.

As the slightly warm wind blew, the familiar and light scent of orchid and sandalwood quietly dissipated. Only then did she truly feel that Mr. Zhao came just for her and left again.

Although the total conversation lasted only a quarter of an hour or two, Mr. Zhao left such a deep impression on people that they could not forget him even if they wanted to.

No, you shouldn't call him Mr. Zhao. You should call him Ayan from now on.

"Madam, your face is so red!"

Little Shen Heng was totally clueless and thought that his wife was just overheated, so he used his two little paws to fan her.

Liu Yunqing chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed, and hated himself for having such a weak resistance to Zhao Chengyan's face.

He hurriedly grabbed Shen Heng's arm to stop him from making any more noise, and asked him to follow him into the bookstore.

She couldn't wait to hang the four paintings that A Yan gave her in the bookstore.

Everyone was still sipping tea in the book bar, constantly commenting on the clever ideas in Madam Liu's arrangement. Now they saw four paintings displayed, and thought they must be extraordinary, so they all gathered around to take a look.

There is no need to say much about Zhao Chengyan's painting skills. He can show his ability of rendering with just a few simple strokes, and the cats in his paintings are vivid and lifelike.

But this is not the most important thing. Some people were sharp-eyed and noticed the small signature next to it and the two-inch square seal. Their eyes widened immediately and they gasped.

"This! This is Mr. Zhao's painting!"

Although most of the people who can come here today are from the same industry, since they make a living with pens, ink, paper and inkstone, they naturally have some experience in calligraphy and painting, and are not all money-minded.

The person who was speaking was Mr. Yan, the owner of the painting studio opposite, who was quite famous in the calligraphy and painting circles.

With his words, everyone became even more curious about the four paintings. However, after looking at them, they only saw the words "Shi Jian" on them. How could they determine that it was Mr. Zhao?

"Shi Jian? Could it be that Master Yan is referring to the Shi Jian who appeared briefly five years ago when the talented scholars in the bamboo forest were exchanging poems, drinking wine, and reviewing paintings?"

"Exactly!"

Shopkeeper Yan clapped his hands in agreement, "Because it has been a long time, this matter has not spread far because of the reputation of those present. However, as long as anyone was present that day, no one will forget the young man who used the alias Shi Jian!"

Hearing that there was a story behind it, everyone couldn't help but ask about it in detail. Liu Yunqing was also curious and asked Manager Yan to tell him about it in detail.

Nowadays, people respect literature more than military affairs. Talented men and beautiful women like to meet in their spare time. As long as the season is good, they either seek quiet places in the mountains and forests to escape from the world, or go for an outing in search of spring.

After all, elegant people pursue greater elegance, and unelegant people try to imitate elegance. Some individuals do not think about becoming officials in the court through orthodox imperial examinations, but instead think about how to be discovered by others.

Therefore, in order to publicize their own reputation, there were many small literary gatherings at that time, and their articles and paintings also had to be promoted.

Coincidentally, around this time five years ago, a group of people with no particular skills gathered together to compete in painting. During the competition, they spoke a lot and made unceremonious comments on those famous artists.

Naturally, some of the spectators were dissatisfied, but there was one person who was very good at painting birds, and even his poor character could not force him to accept the result.

At this time, a young man came out with his servant, drew a picture of a little bird picking up wheat grains that fell between the cracks of a stone, wrote the words "石见" (stone-see) next to it, and said.

"Who do you think you are to judge the ancients? When you can draw better than this little stone of mine, it won't be too late to speak up!"

Naturally, that group of people were speechless with shame, and never showed up again. Shopkeeper Yan was also one of the spectators at the time, and the painting that Shi Jian had seen that year was also kept in his hands.

Later, he wanted to ask Shi Jian for advice on calligraphy and painting. After some inquiries, he learned that the young man had such a distinguished status. From then on, he gave up the idea.

Who would have thought that he would have the opportunity to see Iwami's paintings today? How could he not be amazed?

Everyone exclaimed in surprise when they heard this, and the way they looked at Madam Liu was different.

It was also the first time that Liu Yunqing knew that Zhao Chengyan's alias had such a great background. It was even more surprising that he was so arrogant and unconvinced at such an age.

There is no point in hiding it now, so it is better to admit it openly.

"I do have some friendship with Mr. Zhao, but I never thought that he would give me such a big gift. Since he doesn't want these false names, please don't spread it to others, so as not to cause trouble to him."

Everyone agreed one after another. Although it was not called a rumor, everyone had their own thoughts.

Many colleagues came to show their support today, and some of them also wanted to watch the fun and make fun of others. Who would have thought that Madam Liu had such strong connections? Not only is she close to Tongchun and Madam Du from the teahouse, but she has also hooked up with Mr. Zhao.

When we think about the time when Madam Liu was confronting her father in the hall, it was Mr. Zhao who came to the rescue, which shows the depth of their friendship.

There was no time for them to ridicule or curry favor with others as they gathered around the four paintings. The atmosphere in the bookshop became even more lively, and they did not send this group of people away until lunch time.

In the afternoon, students who had just finished school came to support the event, and there was no time to relax.

As for Zhao Chengyan, he was also very happy today.

Not long after leaving the bookstore, Mao'er went in to serve the official tea and couldn't help laughing and said.

"Mrs. Liu is dressed really beautifully today. Why don't you go in and have some tea and chat for a while?"

Mao'er didn't reveal too much about their master's thoughts.

For today, my lover started picking out the clothes he would wear a few days ago. He even combed his hair three times in the morning before he found a satisfactory crown to wear.

No one would believe you if you dared to say this wasn't for Madam Liu. But the official was very stubborn and refused to admit it.