Bai Yueguang's substitute only wants salted fish

Mrs. Qi is no longer an official, and she is idle at home thinking about many things.Look at the tea party in the yard in the morning, and practice calligraphy and painting after breakfast. If the weather is good, I will move the chair under the tree to bask in the sun like Qi Wenyao to find inspiration. In the evening, I will put the pens, inkstones and sculptures in the study Appreciate it again.

Qi Wenyao can't be so leisurely.Cen Ziyan did a full set of acting, and put a bunch of gifts on the carriage that brought him back.The gift matches the places I have visited on that piece of paper, including tea, porcelain and cloth, which can be regarded as a souvenir for returning from a trip.

"There is also a list." He looked at it, "There are so many people, if you send it from family to family..."

Mrs. Qi came over to see the excitement, and interjected, "Don't bother, we can hold a painting appreciation party and give it away together."

"It makes sense...but am I qualified to hold a painting appreciation party?"

Mrs. Qi has always been the brainless braggart of his own son, and he glared, "Why not? Are you poor or talented?"

Qi Wenyao immediately said, "What Dad said is true."

Mrs. Qi was satisfied, and explained to him, "Let the housekeeper do it. But it can't be done in our house. There are so many guards outside, and there is no flaw at first glance. After staying for a long time... those people must be able to see it." .”

The guards sent by Fu Yichen are all elites, one can count as many as ten.The small number makes it easy to hide. Some pretend to be passers-by, some pretend to be street vendors, and more hide in every corner.

There are not many Qi family members, and their daily life has not been disturbed.There are too many people. The guards are busy distinguishing the enemy from us, and they are also busy helping the guards to cover. It is too laborious, so it is better to change the place.

Qi Wenyao made a decision, "Okay, let me ask Xu Linxi if he can do it in Cangsong Academy. How much does it usually cost?"

Mrs. Qi snorted softly, "No need, Xu Linxi has earned so much money from you, he can organize a hundred and eighty painting exhibitions."

"What?" Qi Wenyao was surprised, "Did Xu Linxi take my money?"

Grand Tutor Qi was even more surprised than him, "You don't know?"

Qi Wenyao intuited that there was a big article in it, "I don't know. What's going on?"

"He didn't cleanse your reputation for nothing. Take one from me, one from King Jing, and when you find that your reputation has improved, you immediately open a small private school, and use your name to recruit those who have little savings. after the merchants."

Qi Wenyao suddenly felt scared, "He didn't do anything immoral, did he?"

"Does he dare? I am here, King Jing is here, oh... Now that he is the crown prince, he is even more afraid to provoke him, just to make some money secretly. Later, he bought the paintings you painted at a low price from the victims of the disaster. Then sell it at a high price. On the one hand, you will pay for the resettlement of the disaster victims, and on the other hand, you will gain both fame and fortune.”

"Those literary and painting friends...is it the same?"

"Well, they also took advantage."

"So my painting was blown out?"

Mrs. Qi frowned, "Of course not. They don't recognize that your paintings are good, so how could they make money from you?"

"..." Qi Wenyao felt uncomfortable, "Then tell me too."

Taifu Qi looked disgusted, "This is a matter of convention. You can be regarded as having both fame and fortune, why are you angry?"

Qi Wenyao sighed, "I'm out of breath, it's just a misunderstanding."

Interests accounted for the majority, which made things much simpler.He has seen the literati in Cangsong Academy quarrel with others, just to argue that "it is King Jing who is bullying others and pestering Young Master Qi", and he has also seen Xu Linxi working hard for a long time to move the books. Read it yourself and explain it to them.It was the first time he went to the disaster victims to do good deeds and paint paintings, encountered a setback, and got comfort from a few gentle literary friends... He thought he was making friends, but he didn't expect that there were so many ways behind him.

He didn't say what he misunderstood specifically, but Mrs. Qi guessed it from his expression, "Yao'er, don't blame them. They must have some sincere appreciation for you, but they also have to take care of their own lives. "

"Understood." Qi Wenyao smiled, "I was afraid they would be disappointed when they found out about Yichen."

"What's the disappointment? They can't wait for it." Mrs. Qi sneered.

Qi Wenyao nodded, "I've got it figured out. There's no need to say anything else about holding a painting appreciation event and giving out gifts."

He didn't understand the process and couldn't go out with a bunch of guards, so he left it to the housekeeper.The housekeeper didn't make too much effort, Xu Linxi volunteered to "leave it on me" as soon as he went to Cangsong Academy.

The housekeeper couldn't intervene, so he turned to do other things.One is to send paintings to be framed, and the other is to buy some gifts.Cen Ziyan helped buy special products, and Qi Wenyao felt that he should give some as well.He couldn't buy local specialties, so he went to prepare some practical pens, inks, papers and inkstones as gifts.

Qi Wenyao counted the presents, and it was already dark.He was so tired that he put tea and snacks within reach on the small table next to him, pulled off the quilt, lay down and closed his eyes, thinking about what Fu Yichen had done.

Fu Yichen is always in the palace, either in the main hall for discussion or in the study room for discussion.The people around me who come and go are the princess, courtiers and emperor.The eldest princess pretended to be gentle with a calm expression, and the courtiers said things without personal emotions. The emperor was different, and his words were thorny, and he opened and closed his mouth to say that Fu Yichen was wrong.

Of course, this is of no use.Fu Yichen can't make mistakes in handling political affairs, and Cen Ziyan, who was sent out, is progressing smoothly again and is about to dominate the world.The emperor also understood that the retribution for treating heroes and clans harshly was coming, and seeing the beloved eldest princess turn into a white-eyed wolf, she said it was cool, but in fact it could not shake Fu Yichen's status.

"It's these again." Qi Wenyao thought too much, and found an important point, "He always doesn't rest, can he hold it?"

He was worried when he heard movement in the yard.

Fu Yichen is the only person who can jump over the guards and turn over the courtyard wall so skillfully and lightly.

Qi Wenyao was too lazy to get up, and simply waited for Fu Yichen to come by himself.

The courtyard wall is closer to the window.Fu Yichen walked over from the window, glanced at him and smiled.Eyes met, Fu Yichen still walked towards the open door, and pretended to knock on the door.

Qi Wenyao ordered like an uncle, "Come in."

"So tired?" Seeing that he didn't even bother to lift his neck, Fu Yichen walked over and poured a cup of tea.

As soon as Qi Wenyao got lazy, there was nowhere to go, and he was unwilling to raise his hand to pick it up, "Will you help me up again?"

Fu Yichen chuckled, "Should I feed you?"

"Yeah." Qi Wenyao thought that it would be nice to bring the teacup to his mouth.

But Fu Yichen took a sip and raised his chin to feed him, but after feeding him he became thirsty.

Qi Wenyao was too lazy to struggle, so he hummed twice when he couldn't breathe.

Fu Yichen was also lying beside him, his fingertips lingering on the corners of his moistened lips, "I heard you are going to hold a painting exhibition?"

"Well, it's convenient for gift giving." Qi Wenyao pointed to some gift boxes in the room, "Those are extra. Would you like a copy?"

Fu Yichen even thought about it, "Why don't you give it to me when it's not too much?"

"You don't like pens, inks, papers and inkstones."

"Can I have another gift?"

Qi Wenyao instinctively felt that there was a trap, so he glanced sideways, "No."

"Stingy." Fu Yichen leaned forward, lifted the quilt and looked inside, "If you don't give it, you will grab it."

Qi Wenyao was in a lazy sleepy state.It doesn't matter to kiss, hug and talk a few words, but it's exhausting to do something else.He pressed Fu Yichen's hand, and gritted his teeth in a deep voice to warn, "Don't move."

Fu Yichen stopped, "Are you angry?"

"Aren't you tired?" Qi Wenyao could only be convinced, "I still have my mind after being busy with so many things. I have this free time to sleep, and tomorrow I have to talk to the ministers about the long-delayed Cen Ziyan's army."

Fu Yichen is not surprised that he would know, "I'm not tired, the lip service is done by others."

"Then what do you do?"

Fu Yichen looked at him with raised eyebrows, with a look of "what do you think".

Qi Wenyao jumped up, "Don't even think about it, I'm bored. Xu Linxi and those literati made so much money by using me, I didn't know anything, I thought they could have a little friendship."

He got up, and Fu Yichen sat up straight, "Friendship?"

"Yeah, they were nice to me back then."

Fu Yichen chuckled, "Because you are talented."

"Don't pretend to me, you also gave them benefits."

"Why are you angry?" Fu Yichen showed the same puzzled look, "That's the rule of the literati in the imperial capital."

Qi Wenyao was stunned, "Why do you even know? Aren't you from the world?"

Fu Yichen remembered that he said "from a far away place" before, and told him the well-known rules, "Wen Yao, this is a way of life for literati. Not only in the imperial capital, but also in other places. "

"I still find it annoying." Qi Wenyao was aggrieved, "It's the first time someone praised my work so much, and it turned out..."

Fu Yichen understood, "You draw very well. Their praise is sincere."

Qi Wenyao felt better, and sat back slowly.

Fu Yichen wrapped the quilt around him, "Don't catch a cold."

"Oh." Qi Wenyao still blamed himself for being awkward, "I have such a good memory, but I use it to miss you. I don't even know the most basic common sense of life."

Fu Yichen came over again, "Do you miss me?"

Qi Wenyao twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a displeased smile.

Fu Yichen didn't care, and smiled much happier than him.

Qi Wenyao thought the curve of the corners of his lips was pretty, so he stared at it without moving.

Fu Yichen took the opportunity to get closer.

Qi Wenyao couldn't escape, and lost to the cheeky stalker.

The painting appreciation meeting has set a date, Qi Wenyao checked the attendance list and gift list, picked out the corresponding number of gifts and asked the custodian to give them to literary friends who could not be present.The literary friends were very polite one by one, and all of them returned the gift, which also contained their own recent articles.

Qi Wenyao held a thick stack of articles and sighed, "Everyone is expecting me to forward it to Yichen."

Mrs. Qi snorted coldly, "How can you think so beautifully. I want you to take a look and leave an impression. If you are in a good mood, please mention it to Your Highness."

"I don't want to see it. Dad, do you want to see it?"

"I've seen it, it's ugly." Mrs. Qi disliked it, "If you don't have the right mind, you can't write a good article."

Qi Wenyao thought that the painting appreciation meeting would be tomorrow, and he had a headache, "They won't let me go."

Sure enough, he went to the painting appreciation meeting, and the compliments he received were several times that of last time.Those people not only praised him, but also talked about their own views on state affairs, and each of them wished to have "talent for governing the country" engraved on their faces.

Qi Wenyao felt that what he held was not a painting appreciation fair, but a job fair.

No, the interviewer has a chance to speak, how about him?They could only be invited to sit on the chairs in the center of the lobby and listen to them talking nonsense.

Everyone already knew about his relationship with Fu Yichen.Today is not what it used to be. Fu Yichen is not King Jing who has no real power, but the prince who restrains the emperor with the eldest princess. There is no such thing as being greedy for beauty and bullying others. He is not the son of Qi who exchanges poetry and paintings. He knelt down in front of him and called out to his master.

There are also some other ways.Talent is not enough to sell poorly, talk about how much you have paid for studying in a poor family, and how difficult it is to go all the way to the emperor, take out the most proud one, point to the red on the painting and say it is the blood you coughed up.

Qi Wenyao got tired of hearing it, and exposed it bluntly, "How can your blood be so colorful? This color is the cinnabar of Qingfengxuan."

He was watching them quietly at first, waiting expressionlessly for the opportunity to talk about giving gifts, but suddenly he made a nasty speech, which scared everyone into silence and wondered who made him angry.

Qi Wenyao finally found a chance, and pointed to the gift hill beside him, "This is a gift. I originally wanted to give it to you one by one, but I didn't find a chance to talk. In this case, I will give it to everyone together. Everyone We are friends, there is no need to divide each other."

A friend made many people happy.

"Young Master Qi said it so well! We are all friends."

"Yeah yeah, like this poem I wrote..."

"Didn't you read it? Mr. Qi, I just wrote an article."

Qi Wenyao was dizzy from hearing this, and couldn't care less about etiquette.He couldn't push people away, so he chose a higher table, and stood on a relaxed and comfortable high place with a light leap, which also calmed down the noise.

Everyone was stunned, and rushed over to take care of him again, "Master Qi, be careful!"

"There is an urgent matter at home, excuse me." Qi Wenyao saw where the door was, and ran away after saying a word.

He ran into the carriage, and the driver knew what was going on when he saw the people chasing behind him, so he raised his whip and set off quickly.

Qi Wenyao rubbed the center of his eyebrows, "I'm a little impulsive. I don't know what they will say..."

He paused for a while before thinking about what would happen to the painting, and found an embarrassing scene - the gifts that could not be delivered one by one were looted.When you get the gift, you can show off elsewhere and talk about "I have a great relationship with Mr. Qi", and you can find a reason to continue the relationship. Those people feel that they can't miss it.

Qi Wenyao felt bad: "These people are really... Alas! People can't be judged by their appearance."

When Qi Wenyao returned home, he happened to run into Mrs. Qi who had just entered the door.Mrs. Qi is not as housebound as he is, and after staying at home for a long time, he has to go out to get some fresh air.Recently, I like to play chess and drink tea with old friends who were also dismissed from office. Today I met Li Yimin, the former Minister of Rites.

The Ministry of Rituals often dealt with people in the palace, and Li Yimin didn't have time to think of ways to ask the people in the palace to speak well of Fu Yichen after he retired.Grand Tutor Qi is Qi Wenyao's father, Li Yimin will not let go of the opportunity, and asks his old friend to help him if he has nothing to do.

Mrs. Qi actually disliked it.However, Li Yimin is good at chess, and he is good at controlling the overall situation.Winning is always a slight victory, and losing is a big defeat, which made Mrs. Qi feel very comfortable, and was reluctant to part with such a friend.

Today, Grand Tutor Qi was not pestered by Li Yimin for too long, and came back early.

Qi Wenyao felt quite surprised, "Didn't you come back after dinner?"

He greeted him with a smile, but Mrs. Qi's complexion was quite ugly.

Qi Wenyao was puzzled, "What happened?"

Mrs. Qi gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Qi Wenyao knew that now was not the time to talk, so he followed into the room.

Mrs. Qi was very cautious, closed the door and closed the window and listened to the movement to make sure there was no one outside, and beckoned him to come closer before opening her mouth.

"The emperor sent someone to check His Highness's hometown. He wanted to go back on his word, saying that Fu Yichen is not a dragon."