Eunuchs are not easy

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he was silent, Fu Huan asked again, and took a look at the place where the crowd gathered in the front hall.

A group of people gathered there to look at something, and it could be seen that her grandfather was very happy, and he was still holding something in his hand.

"?"

Fu Huan was a little confused.

Ruan Xuan seemed to see something from her expression, and slapped Fu Huan on the back of the head, "No way, you don't know what to send, but the person who sent it mentioned your name. "

Fu Huan rubbed the back of his head and stepped back, glaring at him angrily, "Little uncle, I knew that my brother from the barracks sent a weapon over."

"Mace?" The corners of Ruan Xuan's eyes trembled, and he suddenly thought of something after hearing her say that.

"How do you know?" Fu Huan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you see it?"

"I see." Ruan Xuan shrugged nonchalantly, "The thing was too heavy, and the servant fell out without moving it."

"I saw what was inside, and remembered that the man said your name when he came, and I felt that you were not far from being beaten." He stepped forward and patted Fu Huan on the shoulder, "So little uncle does good deeds and helps you. You threw it in the backyard."

"On a day of great joy, it's not good to dance swords and guns." Ruan Xuan sighed pretending to be sad, and persuaded with kind words: "Little uncle, this is also for your own good."

His niece always likes to take out what she likes and put it on his father. It is understandable that she was ignorant before, but why is she so stubborn when she grows up.

"However..." Ruan Xuan gave Fu Huan a look, pointing to the crowd over there looking at something, "Your friend is quite discerning and knows what the old man likes."

"friend?"

"That's right, it's his family's servant who came here. He said he had a good relationship with you, so he sent someone to bring you a birthday gift. It happened to be on the old man's order."

The people over there have also gradually dispersed, returning to their respective positions, drinking wine and tea, and chatting about interesting things.

Ruan Fangli, who was in the center of the crowd, handed over the things in his hands to the servants, and after a few warm words with the people around him, he walked in the direction of the two of them with a smile on his face.

There was joy on the face, and the whole person looked radiant.

"Grandfather" Fu Huan saluted and called someone.

Ruan Fangli waved his hand, looking up and down at Fu Huan, who was dressed in men's clothing, he was very pleasing to the eye, "This time you are quite discerning, and you have made good friends with good discernment and taste."

"Yes, yes." Fu Huan continued to Zhang Er Monk, confused, but it didn't prevent her from nodding, "Grandfather praised it, praised it."

It wasn't that Fu Huan was just thinking about it, she really didn't think that the few people she knew could send anything good to him.

A good example is Ah Jiu.

"It's just that your friend is in Jiangnan, otherwise I really don't know when I can meet him. I really want to thank him." Ruan Fangli looked regretful, "There are not many people who can get such things now! Don't mention handing over to others."

Fu Huan: ...

Jiangnan?

"As long as grandpa likes it." Fu Huan concealed the strange idea in his heart.

"Hey!" Ruan Fangli didn't want to let her go at all, and continued to chatter, with a trace of excitement overflowing from his brows, "What do you know!"

"..." Fu Huan and Ruan Xuan next to him looked at each other, and turned their heads after seeing the other party smile.

"What? Grandfather." Fu Huan followed him and continued.

"Oh..." Ruan Fangli glanced at her, shook his head, hesitated to speak, "It is rumored that Song Pingqing, the master of painting, left behind no more than five paintings."

"Three of the known ones have been collected by Dongchang, one is hung in His Majesty's imperial study, and the remaining one has not been seen."

"But it is said that it was also received by some mysterious person."

"Hey, your grandfather was able to get a real painting in his lifetime. It's really lucky for three lives, three lives!" He became more and more excited as he spoke, but his voice lowered a lot in the last sentence, faintly trembling, " It’s really refreshing to see those old guys look at me enviously.”

"But, how does father know that the picture is real?" Ruan Xuan was also listening, and asked Fu Huan when he heard it.

"The old man was lucky enough to see the original works in the imperial study room, and the seals are all in the same style." He glanced to the side angrily, put on a pose, and instantly restored the appearance of his strict father in the past, "and Your Uncle Yu from the Imperial Academy has said it all, so it is naturally true."

Uncle Yu is a follower of Song Pingqing. He used to borrow the painting of the imperial study from His Majesty for a long time just to study his paintings. It took a long time to scold Manchen.

Since what he said is true, it is likely to be true.

The three people here were talking, and Yu Lin came over there, "Old Ruan, show it to me again, I haven't researched it yet!"

He looks regretful and reluctant to look at Ruan Fangli with his eyes, and looks straight to this side.

Seeing Fu Huan and the other two, they just nodded politely, and then immediately turned to Ruan Fangli, holding up three fingers, "It's really not possible, I'm sending you three calligraphy, you see, let me study and study."

The corners of Ruan Fangli's mouth raised slightly, straightened his body, and then slowly stretched out five fingers, with a look of 'reluctance', "Five pictures."

Yu Lin paused, gritted his teeth, and nodded, "Okay, five."

"Uncle Yu, isn't there a few more pictures in Dongchang?" Ruan Xuan looked at him a little strangely, "You can borrow them to see, I feel that His Majesty will not disagree with such a trivial matter."

Hearing the sound, Yu Lin turned his eyes away, looked at Ruan Fangli like that, and sighed helplessly, waved his hands and said, "Oh, nephew, you are still too young, that Dongchang... the limelight is on the rise these few years. Sheng, it's not something we can provoke."

"Now His Majesty has to give way, why don't you think that there are three pictures in Dongchang, and His Majesty is holding one!"

"Oh... I'm so envious! Master Ruan has such a good fortune, the old man can't come by seeking knowledge." He said, and stared at Ruan Fangli next to him again.

Fu Huan stood beside them listening to their speech, and took a step back silently, she had a premonition.

"Of course, this is a blessing for my granddaughter. You can't ask for it. Don't think about it." Ruan Fangli pulled back Fu Huan who had withdrawn from the battle circle, causing Yu Lin's eyes to shift to her. .

"This is Governor Fu." Yu Lin smiled kindly, "Your father and I are very good friends, and your elder brother is also my favorite student."

"It's true that women don't give way to men!" He looked at Fu Huan with a satisfied face, "Since ancient times, it is true that women have not lost to men."

"..." Fu Huan.

"When will you go to the old man's place for a cup of tea, and then the old man will pick out a few decent words for you." Yu Lin's Confucian demeanor, but his eyes were shining at this time, he lifted his sleeves, " See if there are any good things from my friend, I can study them for this old man and try to figure them out."

He rubbed his fingers, and he was able to come up with the kind of person who was almost a solitary painting, presumably the other masterpieces in his hand also have a little bit.

"..." Fu Huan twitched the corner of his mouth, and saw Ruan Fangli standing behind him with a puzzled look on his face.

She opened her mouth, and combined with what they said, she also figured out the general idea.

I'm afraid these things were not sent by An Ci.

"Well...I think about it!" She smiled politely, "Forget it, I will ask Master Yu someday when I see him."

"But as to whether we agree or not, I don't know." She added.

"It's okay." Yu Lin waved his hands nonchalantly, although his heart was still a little empty, and he couldn't help but feel regretful, "As long as Fu Dudu remembers, I can do whatever I want."

Anyway, now Ruan Fangli has a ready-made one, so he will get tired of reading it first.