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"I don't know the girl at all. I can't accept her help for no reason."

As he spoke, Liu Fengyan spread out his palm and showed the silver coins in his hand to Song Youan: "Besides, we still have some money on us. We are not completely broke yet. I appreciate your kindness, young lady."

His companion on the side wanted to say something but stopped himself. He wanted to remind Liu Fengyan that now was not the time to show off his strength. They were lucky that someone was willing to help.

"Master Liu, perhaps my actions were a bit rash, but I'm not pitying you. Rather, I truly believe that with your talent, you will surely pass the imperial examination this year."

"Girl, you..."

As if shocked by Song Youan's confident words, and moved at the same time, Liu Fengyan took a step back and bowed once again: "Thank you for your good wishes, young lady!"

Song Youan raised his hand to support him and said, "I know scholars are often proud. If Young Master Liu feels ashamed, I will lend you this silver today. If you pass the imperial examination and are selected by the emperor in the future, you can return it to me."

"This..." Liu Fengyan hesitated.

Because what the girl in front of him said was as if he had already graduated from high school, but this was just an illusion after all. What if he didn't get into high school and failed?

Seeing him hesitate, his companion beside him hurriedly said, "Thank you very much, young lady. Don't worry, even if Brother Fengyan and I don't pass the exam, we will definitely repay your kindness in the future."

After that, he gently poked Liu Fengyan and whispered, "Brother, stop being so pretentious now. The key is to be in the best condition to face the exam."

Liu Fengyan finally nodded. "Now that the young lady has said this, it would be unkind of me to refuse. Brother Han is right. Whether we pass high school or not, we will repay the young lady."

After saying this, Liu Fengyan put down the backpack on his back and took out a pen and paper: "I'll write a promissory note for the girl."

"Mr. Liu, there is no need for an IOU. If you are willing, could you please write me a note as a thank you?" Song Youan said.

Liu Fengyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled with shame: "I am a nobody, how can I be qualified to write an inscription for a young lady?"

Song Youan smiled and said, "Sir, your pearl is just covered in dust now. If you can truly realize your ambitions in the future, then the words you mentioned today will be valuable."

"Hey, if the girl wants your calligraphy, just write it. Why be so shy?" Han Mo looked anxious. He moved sideways to push Liu Fengyan behind him and grinned at Song Youan: "If the girl doesn't mind, I'll also write a couple of calligraphy for her."

Song Youan happily accepted it: "Okay, but I wonder what this gentleman's name is?"

"My name is Han Mo, and I'm also from Huainan."

Song Youan was shocked. Han Mo?

Han Mo, one of the Eight Princes of Zhaoqi? He was also a famous poet with extraordinary talent and fame. How lucky was he to have met two great figures who appeared in textbooks at once?

Before the dishes were served, Han Mo spread a piece of paper on the table, borrowed ink from the counter owner, and wrote with his pen, his words flowing like running water.

The word "Fang Hua" jumps out of the paper. His brushstrokes are free and elegant, and the ink marks are faintly visible, which is very personal.

"May the girl live a beautiful life!"

After Han Mo said that, he took out the seal he carried with him and pressed it hard.

"Thank you, Mr. Han!" Song Youan was overjoyed!

On the other side, Liu Fengyan also spread out the paper. He looked at Song Youan and asked in a gentlemanly manner, "Miss, do you have any words you would like to mention?"

Song Youan thought for a moment and said, "Youan, Muyouyou, An as in Ankang."

Liu Fengyan smiled slightly and raised his hand to write. His strokes were vigorous and straight, just like his whole person, upright and honest. His handwriting was completely different from Han Mo's.

After putting pen to paper, Liu Fengyan stamped the letter with his own seal and carefully handed it to Song Youan.

Song Youan paid half a month's rent for the two of them, watched them go upstairs to recuperate and rest, and then left ten taels of silver to the shopkeeper, instructing him to take care of their three meals a day.

After eating and drinking, Song Youan returned to the villa.

Ding!

[The host brought back two calligraphy and paintings from Dazhao. Do you want to make them look old?]

The system suddenly popped up and Song Youan was stunned.

She hurriedly spread the two pieces of calligraphy on the carpet next to the sofa. The ink was brand new and the rice paper was also new.

Although both were written by Liu Fengyan and Han Mo, they lack the historical background and are unconvincing in 2024.

Song Youan immediately clicked [Yes], and the system popped up a page showing that it was being aged.

Then, a magical scene happened. The two words in front of him were slowly becoming obsolete at a speed visible to the naked eye. Song Youan stared at them and couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.

What an amazing system!

The paper became more fragile after being aged. Song Youan ran to the study upstairs and took down the two scroll paintings hanging on the wall, removed the original content on them, and then carefully mounted the two paintings.

Nothing broken, everything just fits.

She was about to hang the two words on the wall when the system popped up again.

[The host has brought back two authentic paintings from Dazhao. Do you want to value them?]

Touch the screen [Yes]

System: Evaluating...

Valuation completed: Liu Fengyan's authentic work [You'an], current estimated market auction price: starting from RMB.

Han Mo's authentic work [Youth], current estimated market price: Yuan and above.

Song Youan's eyes widened. So expensive? One starting at over 4 million, and the other nearly 10 million?

Later she realized that Han Mo's original work was even more expensive than Liu Fengyan's, and almost twice as expensive!

But in terms of fame, Liu Fengyan's status among historical figures is higher, and none of the Eight Sons of Zhaoqi have as much influence as him.

Song Youan quickly used his mobile phone to check the reason. It turned out that there were quite a few authentic works left by Liu Fengyan, and they were not particularly scarce in the market.

But Han Mo was different. He didn't like writing or painting. Although he left behind many poems, his calligraphy and paintings were very rare. Scarcity makes things valuable, so Han Mo's authentic works are priceless treasures. Many collectors may not be able to buy one even if they spend tens of millions.

The system popped up again and asked her if she wanted to cash it out. Song Youan clicked [No] without thinking. She was not short of money now. The two words, one was her name and the other carried the other party's blessing to her. Song Youan did not intend to sell them, but to keep them for herself.

At this time, Muzi sent her a message: "Dear, have you seen today's trending searches on Doudou?"

Song Youan [No, what's wrong? ]

Cheng Muzi [Someone posted a video online about what happened at the hospital yesterday. The head nurse was fired, and the nurses who gave gifts were also disqualified from becoming regular employees.]

Song Youan [This is so satisfying! This kind of person is a parasite in society. Let her bully you, this is retribution!]

Cheng Muzi [The hospital also contacted me and said they wanted to make me a regular employee, but I refused. I still want to do what I love.]

Song Youan [You're right to think so. I've arranged everything for you. See you later.]