Li Xiucai originally asked Zhao Ce and Qiu Shubai to wait outside, so he went in first to see the situation.

But both of them followed in.

Mr. Wu frowned and walked in with everyone.

In the lobby, the brothels in the brothel were busy accusing the same young man in silk.

Behind the young man was the courtesan of the brothel, Cui Yuyou.

Cui Yuyou looked at Zhao Ce walking in and confirmed with the maid next to her with some confusion.

The maid nodded slightly to her.

Cui Yuyou then moved her eyes away, raised her chin slightly, and looked like a high mountain flower was unattainable.

Wu Xueli and his cousin were both held up and stood aside.

"father!"

Wu Xueli shouted aggrievedly.

Then, he saw several people behind Mr. Wu.

"Master... Zhao Ce, are you here too?"

If Wu Xueli hadn't been held by someone at this time, he would have wanted to cover his face with both hands.

Zhao Ce and Qiu Shubai followed Wu Xueli's voice and saw Wu Xueli's appearance, Qiu Shubai immediately wanted to laugh.

He held it in for a while, and his face turned red, and then he squeezed out a sentence.

"Mr. Wu's dress today is quite unique..."

Wu Xueli was wearing disheveled clothes and was being held up, with a few red lipstick marks on her face. She looked very miserable, but she was also very funny.

Zhao Ce took a look and took his eyes away.

Mr. Wu immediately shouted angrily: "Don't worry, look at the good things you have done!"

"After going back, you kneel in front of the school, kneel for three days and three nights!"

Wu Xueli shrank for a moment and did not dare to speak back.

The madam in the brothel asked someone to bring a stool for both Li Xiucai and Wu Yuanwai.

Li Xiucai didn't say anything for the time being, just sat aside and watched.

The young man in the Chinese dress scratched his ears, stood up from his seat, and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, it's so vulgar. He speaks so loudly."

Mr. Wu glanced at the young master's clothes and no longer worried about Wu Xueli's affairs.

He held his anger hard and said in a normal tone: "I am so surprised by the distinguished guest today. Please forgive me."

The face changed so quickly. Not to mention Zhao Ce and others, even Wu Xueli opened his mouth in surprise.

The young man snorted.

"Your masterpiece is only for you to pay 5,000 taels of money, and this is my master who has made kind hearts."

"I am kind and brought such valuable things to give your county people a long experience, but you have returned this to me!"

"If it weren't for Miss Cui, how could this young master come to your small county town?"

Cui Yuyou, who was behind him, quickly said softly: "Youyou's blessing is to be appreciated by Mr. Song."

Young Master Song and Cui Yuyou both went back and forth.

Cui Yuyou's eyes flashed over Zhao Ce intentionally or unintentionally.

But he found that Zhao Ce had never looked at her.

Cui Yuyou couldn't help but withdraw her gaze in a depressed manner.

Young Master Song asked someone to pick up the painting and said, "Forget it, it's bad luck to mention it."

"I have to find someone to take care of the money."

"I don't know if these five thousand taels are enough."

"Today I asked you to touch the authentic works of Wang Youjun in vain. I'm really lucky!"

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help rolling their eyes.

Such a precious thing, did you take it so generously to show off your small county town?

I guess I can show off in the state capital, so I came here to find a sense of existence.

Mr. Wu looked at the words being held by someone and said, "Young Master Song, please allow me to ask clearly what's going on."

Speaking of this, Mr. Song felt very dirty.

He waved his hand.

"Go, you guys will do it first, but I don't have much time, so I can only give you half a cup of tea."

Wu Xueli and his cousin were let go.

The two of them walked over timidly and whispered: "Dad, Master..."

"uncle......"

Wu Yuanwai squeezed his fists tightly and gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "What's going on with that word? How did it get dirty?"

Wu Xueli and the others looked at each other.

In the end, Wu Xueli said with satisfaction: "Just, I just got some stuff..."

Mr. Wu asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'm honestly speaking! Do you think our family can afford it?"

Wu Xueli covered her face and stammered and refused to say anything.

The cousin next to him, under the eyes of Mr. Wu, could only grit his teeth and whisper: "Uncle, uncle, that calligraphy and painting are stained with my little cousin's thing..."

Seeing their hesitant look, Wu Yuanwai was even more angry.

"Tell me clearly! What is that thing?"

These five thousand taels are not decimals.

If Mr. Wu really wants to pay, he probably has to sell a lot of the industries in his family to make up for it.

How could this not make him anxious?

But after a while of anger, he seemed to react again.

His face turned red and he could only stare at Wu Xueli and the others.

Li Xiucai, who was sitting aside, suddenly interrupted: "Where is it dirty?"

Mr. Song’s servant looked like he had nostrils facing the sky.

He pointed to the back impatiently and explained, "When I took it out just now, I happened to meet Mr. Wu, who hurried out from the house."

"After he threw the painting in my hand, he reached out to help me pick it up."

"There was a result...."

The servant said, his face strange.

After hearing this, everyone looked at Wu Xueli with complicated eyes, who was blushing on the side.

When Li Xiucai looked at the scroll, he seemed to have a little darker color. He said, "Young Master, can you open the calligraphy and paintings?"

Young Master Song signaled his servant to open the calligraphy and painting.

""Quick Snow Shiqing Tie"?"

When Li Xiucai looked ahead, he immediately exclaimed in surprise.

It’s not his fault for exclaiming that this “Quick Snow Shi Qing Tie” is Wang Xizhi’s second largest running script.

"Preface to the Lanting Collection" was burned in the previous dynasty, so this "Quick Snow Shiqing Tie" is a national treasure!

Will this kind of good thing be in the hands of Mr. Song from this prefecture?

He couldn't help but look at the young man with some confusion.

Zhao Ce had a very good eye, and he followed him to admire the calligraphy of the "Sage of Calligraphy".

"Xizhi paused his head, and it was clear when the snow was fast, so he wanted to be peaceful. But he failed to succeed and failed. Wang Xizhi paused his head. Marquis Zhang of Shanyin."

"Zhang Hou of Shanyin?"

Zhao Ce stared at these words and always felt that he had a little misty idea.

Mr. Song looked at the shocked faces of their group and said proudly: "I want to tell you how I got such a precious thing?"

"This young master's grandfather is a high-ranking official in the capital."

"He loves to collect these antiques the most. In addition to these, there are many lost authentic paintings in my family."

After showing off, he was unhappy again when he saw that no one was supporting him at all by the people on the other side.

"Forget it, how can you, people from small county towns understand these elegant things?"

Seeing this, the servant beside him said arrogantly: "You have finished asking, please pay for it!"

"I have to rush back and find a craftsman to repair it!"

"Hey, don't you want to lose money, right? I'm from the Song family in the Prefecture. It's better for you to sell it. This kind of thing is not something you can rely on."

The Song family in the prefecture?

It was a big family in the prefecture, and they were indeed not something they could afford to offend.

Mr. Wu gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master Song, I can't take out these five thousand taels at once."

"Can you write an IOU?"

Young Master Song said unhappily: "Within today, take 5,000 taels."
Chapter completed!