The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

"Mr. Pillow Book?" someone asked.

"I heard that some time ago, Mr. Situ, the headmaster of Qinglian Academy, praised a painting signed by Zhenshu," the man said, pointing to the mountain dwelling painting on the wall. "Look, there's a painting by Mr. Zhenshu right here. The owner of Wenbaozhai bought it specifically for this collection."

Everyone looked at the painting and then at Xu Qingye.

There was no way to connect him to that painting.

In fact, he looked a little too young.

Xu Qingye looked at Sun Shangze who was blocking his way.

"I told you, there's no need to prove anything to you. Since you don't believe me, just pretend I'm not."

After saying that, he pulled Song Yuntang down from the attic.

Sun Shang looked at the backs of the two men, the doubt in his eyes lingering.

He had studied at the Qinglian Academy in the provincial capital for many years and was now hired as a teacher here, but he had never seen this kind of person before.

How could such a great person be unknown?

Can a person really be so indifferent to fame and fortune?

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The servant led the two men to the counter. While Song Yuntang was settling the bill with the accountant, the servant leaned over to whisper in the shopkeeper's ear.

"Shopkeeper, this gentleman seems to be the one who painted the "Rongcun Mountain Residence" on the second floor of our Wenbaozhai."

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was surprised and turned to look at the man with extraordinary temperament in front of the counter.

"Sir, you must be Mr. Pillow Book?"

Seeing that Xu Qingye didn't answer, he quickly added, "This is what happened. Our boss has been wanting to find you and ask for two more pieces of calligraphy. If you are really Mr. Pillow Book, would you consider this?"

Xu Qingye shook his head slightly.

"Sorry, I don't have any plans to paint anytime soon."

Seeing the two men pay their bill and turn to leave, the shopkeeper hurriedly said, "Sir, if you need paintings again in the future, please remember our Wenbaozhai."

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, the servant looked at the shopkeeper.

"Manager Qian, do you think he's really Mr. Pillow Book? Mr. Sun said he's too young and doesn't look like someone who could have painted 'Rongcun Mountain Residence'."

The shopkeeper looked at Xu Qingye's back and murmured, "Calligraphy and painting sometimes depend not only on age but also on talent and inspiration. I see that young man is gentle, reserved and calm, and doesn't seem like someone who would lie."

The shopkeeper said this and looked at the servant.

"Did he take the initiative to tell you that he belonged to Mr. Pillow Book?"

The servant shook his head.

"The young man's wife saw the painting and said it was similar to his style. She asked if it was his. At first, I just listened and didn't say anything."

After hearing what he said, the shopkeeper became more certain.

"It looks like it's him."

I really didn't expect that Mr. Zhenshu is so young.

I have to tell my old boss about this news.

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Walking on the road, Song Yuntang looked at Xu Qingye.

"Your paintings are selling so well, why don't you paint two more? Wouldn't that help spread your fame?"

Xu Qingye shook his head and smiled faintly.

"Tang'er, do you think my paintings will still be valuable if they are everywhere?"

Song Yuntang understood the reason as soon as he heard it.

"I see. Scarcity makes things valuable." She looked at the man with admiration in her eyes. "You're really good at quietly planning your big moves."

The man raised the corners of his lips.

"Tang'er is praising me?"

Song Yuntang glanced at him with a smile, "Such an obvious compliment, can't you hear it?"

After hearing this, the man couldn't suppress the smile on his lips for a long time.

"I heard it."

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The next day, Xu Qingye went to the Governor's Mansion to attend the Luming Banquet, while Song Yuntang went to Mingyue Tower.

She had an appointment with a patient today at Mingyue Tower. The patient was an elderly man who had previously come to her for acupuncture for back pain in Anyang County.

When she arrived, the old man had not come yet.

Manager Miao was not at home today, so Manager Gao respectfully welcomed her to the side room and asked the kitchen to prepare tea and snacks for her.

"Doctor Song, please enjoy your meal. You can call us if you have any instructions."

Song Yuntang nodded, "I understand. You guys go about your business. Don't worry about me. When the old man who's looking for me comes later, just ask the waiter to bring him directly to this room."

"Yes."

Manager Gao responded and left the room.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the old man came, and he still looked as energetic as the first time I saw him.

"I'm sorry to have kept Doctor Song waiting for so long."

Song Yuntang put down the teacup.

"It's okay, I came a little early."

The old man chuckled and sat down opposite her.

"I heard that the dishes at Mingyue Tower have unique flavors. Doctor Song, aren't you planning to treat me to a meal?"

Song Yuntang smiled and said, "I have nothing to do today anyway. After I finish giving the old man acupuncture, I can treat you to a meal."

The old man looked at her steadily with eyes that seemed to see through everything.

"Dr. Song is married, isn't he? Your husband won't accompany you?"

Song Yuntang nodded, "Yes, we are married, but he is busy with things, so he can't be with me every day."

Tang Jingshan looked at her for a moment and asked, "Do you mind?"

"Why should you mind?" Song Yuntang said softly, "Life is not just about love. He has his dreams, and I have mine. There is no contradiction between the two."

When the old man heard this, there was admiration in his eyes.

"After being in contact with you for such a long time, I really like you more and more."

Song Yuntang quickly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Don't say that, my husband is very jealous. If he finds out, he will be very angry."

Tang Jingshan looked at her curiously.

"He really has a dark face?"

Song Yuntang shook his head, "I won't say it openly, but I'm jealous inside."

When Tang Jingshan heard this, he burst into laughter. "Interesting, really interesting. If I weren't about to leave Yingshan City, I would definitely come and talk to you more often."

Song Yuntang was a little surprised.

"The old man is leaving? When?"

Tang Jingshan put away his smile and said, "I have to leave in a few days, and I don't know what the future holds. Today, besides wanting to see Doctor Song for acupuncture, I also came to say goodbye to you."