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Chapter 50 "Broken Time" At 9:30 in the evening, Cong Tong and Chen Yan are sitting in a teahouse. The two looked at their watches from time to time, anxiously.
At nine forty-six, Gu Qiu hurried over.
Cong Tong had to stand up, "How is it?"
Gu Qiula came to the door, and the three of them sat down, "Do you have a Panlong jade bottle at home?"
Cong Tong said: "I'm not sure about this, what's the matter?"
"That's the problem. Someone reported it, and your dad took a huge bribe. It is said that the price of this thing is hundreds of thousands."
Both Cong Tong and Chen Yan were taken aback. Originally, it was not appropriate for Chen Yan to intervene in this kind of matter, but she still came out to meet Cong Tong because of her friend's face.
Cong Tong really didn't know about the Coiling Dragon Jade Bottle.
Gu Qiudao: "Go back and ask, is there any?"
Congtong was a little worried, what if? What should I do then?
Chen Yan said: "Hand it over if you have it, so as not to make them jealous."
"No, it must not be handed over. Once handed over, the charge of accepting bribes from the director will be confirmed."
"Then what should I do?"
Gu Qiudao: "You call back and ask, and talk about it after you are sure."
Congtong immediately called his old lady. At this moment, Mrs. Cong is like a frightened bird.
Cong Tong really didn't know that there was a Panlong Jade Bottle at home, of course Cong Tong's mother knew. After telling her daughter, Cong Tong said to wait a moment, don't tell others about it for now.
Gu Qiu confirmed the news, and said to Congtong: "You go back immediately and take this thing to the Municipal Organization Department. Give it to Minister Zuo."
"is this okay?"
"I can only take risks like this, otherwise I really can't think of any other way."
Cong Tong immediately left, Gu Qiu said to Chen Yan: "Sister Chen Yan, you go back first. I have something to do!"
Chen Yan nodded and said, "Be careful, don't get yourself involved."
Gu Qiu said, "Don't worry! I have my own measure."
?Leaving the teahouse, I went to the calligraphy and painting market overnight, and bought all the four treasures of the study and rice paper.
Chen Yan was about to go to bed, and seeing Gu Qiu come back with these things, she couldn't help but feel a little strange. "What are you doing?"
Gu Qiu said: "You will know when the time comes."
Seeing Gu Qiu take these things and put them in the study, she followed in. Gu Qiu handed her an inkstone and ink, "Since you are so curious, why don't you do me a favor and sharpen the ink!"
Chen Yan said: "You know how to dispatch people. For your confidante, you have summoned your sister."
Gu Qiu smiled, "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The merit is immeasurable. If you don't help her, the director may be imprisoned."
Chen Yan took out the ink and smelled a fragrance, "Hey, what is this ink made of? It also has a fragrance."
Gu Qiu said: "This is a special special ink, and it cost two thousand yuan to buy."
"What? This thing is worth two thousand yuan?"
Chen Yan was a little surprised when she saw the ink stick in her hand that was less than two fingers wide, one finger thick, and five or six centimeters long.
Gu Qiudao: "Ink fragrance, ink fragrance, good ink has a fragrance, unlike the ink we usually use, it stinks to death."
Roll out the rice paper, take out a finger-thick brush, and hold your breath.
Chen Yan saw him at the side, secretly wondering, what is he doing? Can this also save the government and the army?
I really don't understand this guy!
Grind the ink well and put it aside gently.
I only heard Gu Qiu muttering to himself: "Master, I have offended you! This disciple has no other choice." After speaking, he picked up the pen and dropped it on the inkstone.
When I was full of ink, I saw Gu Qiu pick up the pen, and in an instant, the pen moved like flying, and there was a flutter of dragons and phoenixes on the paper. There was no sound in the whole study. At this moment, Gu Qiu also seemed to be a completely different person, with a focused expression and piercing eyes.
Only the wrist is as fast as a spirit snake, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
The thick black ink left a line of cursive script on the rice paper.
Chen Yan didn't quite understand it, but only a general idea.
In fact, it only took about ten minutes, but Chen Yan seemed to have passed through several long centuries, mainly because the atmosphere at this moment was too tense. She didn't see the last few words until Gu Qiu finished writing, "Broken"? Song? Xin Qiji.
The signature is, Zheng Zhiqiu. In May of Yichou year.
After Gu Qiu finished writing, sweat dripped from his forehead.
Chen Yan immediately handed over a towel, and Gu Qiu took it in his hand, "I haven't written for a long time, and I almost can't find the feeling. Fortunately, Ma.??ȢȢ. "
Chen Yan asked, "What are you writing? It seems to be a poem."
Gu Qiu nodded, "This is the masterpiece of Xin Qiji, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. It's been a while."
When I am drunk, I light up the lamp to watch the sword, and dream of returning to the company of blowing horns. Eight hundred miles under the command of the sun, fifty strings turned outside the Great Wall. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.
Lu Feikuai made by the horse, his bow was like a thunderbolt. Settle the affairs of the king and the world, and win the fame before and after his life. It happened in vain.
"Why are you writing this?"
Gu Qiu smiled mysteriously, "Mountain people have their own magic."
"Magic? Don't tell me, this can also save the chief."
Gu Qiu said: "Hey, don't underestimate it, it might have an unexpected effect."
Chen Yan didn't believe it even if she was beaten to death, "You are not a celebrity, calligrapher."
Gu Qiu pointed to the inscription above, "I am not, he is."
"Zheng Zhiqiu? Who is he?"
"No way, Sister Chen Yan, you don't even know him? But you can't be blamed. He hasn't appeared more than ten years ago. This Mr. Zheng Zhiqiu is the most famous calligrapher in our time. It's just that he is indifferent to fame and fortune." , retired to Tian Yuan, his works are rarely seen on the market, once they appear, not to mention priceless, they can¡¯t be bought without hundreds of thousands.¡±
"What? Just this thing, worth hundreds of thousands?"
"Artwork is naturally valuable in the eyes of those who know the goods, but it is undoubtedly a piece of waste paper in the eyes of those who do not know the goods."
"Are you familiar with him?"
"Not familiar, just acquainted."
Gu Qiu put down the towel, took a heavy object to press down on the four corners, and closed the door and window. "Let's go out and wait until it dries."
Chen Yan still didn't understand, and when she returned to the living room, she was still asking, "You put so much effort into making this thing, is it really useful?"
"How do you know if it's useful or not?"
Chen Yan looked skeptical, "I really can't tell, you still know these things, tell me quickly, how many secrets are you keeping from me?"
Gu Qiu said: "How can there be a secret? Haven't you seen everything in your body?"
"Fuck you!" Chen Yan kicked him. Gu Qiu sat down hugging her thighs.
Chen Yan ran over immediately, "Are you okay?"
Gu Qiu hugged her back and pushed her down on the sofa.
In the living room, Chen Yan screamed, "Ah¡ª¡ªdon't!"
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