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Lin Rui originally thought that Mi Yuzhu must have been dismissed by Yang Jing in a few words, but he didn't expect to come here with Yang Jing.

This was something Lin Rui never expected, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Could it be that I haven't seen you for ten years, and your benefactor has changed his temper?"

Mi Yuzhu naturally didn't know how surprised Lin Rui was that she was walking with Yang Jing, but at the moment she was also very surprised.

Today's weather was extremely hot, but for some reason, when she walked beside Yang Jing, she felt a burst of coolness. Not only did she not feel the slightest bit of heat, but it was very refreshing.

Moreover, Yang Jing seemed to exude a strange fragrance, which was very pleasant, and even made her feel peaceful.

These two points intensified Mi Yuzhu's curiosity about Yang Jing, and the more she was curious about a man, the deeper she sank.

"Engong, this is..." Lin Rui was really puzzled, seeing the two people walking in front of him, he asked.

The expression on Yang Jing's face did not change, but she also knew the meaning of Lin Rui's words, and said, "I'm going to Miss Mi's house to see something."

Hearing this, Lin Rui finally understood, and felt a little amused, how could Engong change his temperament so easily, those women who admired him back then, were much better than Mi Yuzhu, but they couldn't make Engong change.

Afterwards, several people got into the car, He Guang drove, Lin Rui sat in the co-pilot, Yang Jing sat in the back, and Mi Yuzhu deliberately sat next to Lin Rui one step ahead of him.

"Miss Mi, what is your home address?" He Guang asked as he drove to Lin Jian Ke.

Mi Yuzhu quickly responded to the address, but it was a well-known villa area in Chuancheng, which was normal.

The distance is not far, even if He Guang drives in a leisurely manner, it will take only half an hour to arrive.

On the way, Lin Rui got out of the car. He had a lot of things to do, but he didn't have time to go to Mi's house with him.

Along the way, Mi Yuzhu talked to Yang Jing from time to time, looking for various topics, even if Yang Jing's reaction was very flat, she still talked with a smile.

Mi Yuzhu's family is not small, and it is quite similar to Lin Rui's family, but there are many more servants than Lin Rui's family.

After all, Lin Rui only made his fortune in this generation, and the Mi family has been rich for several generations, and has gradually moved closer to the wealthy family.

Several people got out of the car and followed Mi Yuzhu into her house. The overall decoration is very low-key, but it still has style and luxury. This is the accumulation of generations of wealth.

"Miss." Just entering the hall, an old man in his fifties with gray hair and meticulous attire came over and said respectfully to Mi Yuzhu.

"Two gentlemen." The white old man saluted Yang Jing and said hello again.

Mi Yuzhu nodded and said, "Uncle Li, go make some tea, um, I want the best tea."

Uncle Li responded, and then stepped back to prepare. Obviously, Uncle Li should be the personal butler of the Mi family.

"Mr. Yang, you sit down first, I'll get the ancient painting." Mi Yuzhu said with a smile on her delicate face.

Yang Jing nodded slightly, and sat straight on the sofa.

Seeing this, He Guang hesitated a little, but still didn't sit down, but stood beside Yang Jing.

Not long after, Mi Yuzhu came down from upstairs holding a long and thin box.

"Mr. Yang, this is the picture of "Pavilions in Rivers and Heavens." Mi Yuzhu handed the slender box to Yang Jing as if asking for credit.

Yang Jing nodded slightly, and there was some nostalgia and anticipation in her phoenix eyes.

Without delay, Yang Jing directly opened the box and took out the carefully preserved scroll inside.

"Mr. Yang, this ancient painting is quite long, you can unfold it on the table." Mi Yuzhu carefully reminded.

Hearing this, Yang Jing motioned to He Guang, who was very discerning, quickly and carefully took the scroll, and unfolded it on the large tea table in front of him.

But I saw that this is a vertical scroll painting, with a length of nearly one meter and a width of half a meter. If the tea table is not big enough, it will definitely fit it.

Yang Jing looked at the painting with a look of joy and nostalgia, as if seeing an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.

He Guang also looked at it carefully. Although he didn't quite understand it, he still felt that this painting was very unusual. At least it was definitely not worse than the painting by Dong Qichang that he had seen at Yang Jing's house before.

In this ancient painting, there are stones on the slope of the river and sky, pavilions in the distant mountains, figures on boats and boats, and pine branches and vigor, all of which are exquisite and vivid.And only a corner of the scene is drawn in detail, coupled with the continuous ups and downs of the distant mountains, it looks vast and far-reaching, with a deep artistic conception.

"Hey, why is there no signature on this painting? Then don't you know who painted it?" He Guanghu said something strange.

Mi Yuzhu listened, and said with a smile: "This "Jiangtianlou Pavilion" is an anonymous work, but because of its high level, some experts now generally think that this painting must have been written by a certain famous artist."

Anonymous, that is, Anonymous, I don't know who made it.

"I see." He Guang nodded and said in amazement.

Mi Yuzhu said again: "The name of this "Jiangtianlou Pavilion" is not small. You can see that there are "Cangyan", "Wanji Qingxia", "Dayazhai", "Empress Dowager Cixi" on it. "The Treasure of Yulan", these are all collection seals. It is said that Empress Dowager Cixi liked this painting very much."

He Guang was even more astonished when he heard this: "Isn't this ancient painting very expensive?" He didn't know much about it, so he asked the most straightforward question.

"Anyway, my father spent nearly [-] million to take the picture, and it was several years ago, so the price of this painting must be higher now." Mi Yuzhu thought for a while and said.

He Guang was a little dazed when he heard that, it was a bit too exaggerated for him, nearly [-] million yuan, just to buy an ancient painting like this?

While the two were talking, they didn't see Yang Jing reaching out and caressing the scroll lightly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a slight smile.

"I really didn't expect to see this painting. How many years has it been? Oh, yes, I painted it in the seventh year of Tiansheng in the Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, that guy Bao Zheng used a drink to force him to go. It's been nine hundred and ninety years since today."

Seeing this painting, Yang Jing couldn't help feeling a little emotional. He didn't expect this painting to survive until today.

In 90, this painting is still there, but the friend who gave it to it at the beginning has already turned into loess.

Back then, it was a coincidence that they met Bao Zheng, but the two of them seemed to be friends because they had similar tastes.

It's a pity that such a friend who impressed Yang Jing deeply was not considered a long-lived one. In the seventh year of Jiayou in the Northern Song Dynasty, that is, in 1062 A.D., he suddenly fell ill in May.

When Yang Jing heard the news, he rode a fast horse day and night to Bao Zheng's place.

But at that time, Yang Jing never expected that Bao Zheng's condition was extremely serious. When he arrived, Bao Zheng was already dying.

No matter how good Ren Yangjing's medical skills are, he is powerless to recover.

Seeing this painting given to Bao Zheng, Yang Jing suddenly remembered that day, when Bao Zheng was dying, he held his hand tightly and said a word.

"Brother Yang, Bao Zheng is lucky to have such a confidant in my life."

On May 24th, Bao Zheng died of illness at the age of 64. It took only a dozen days from falling ill to passing away.

In fact, Yang Jing blamed himself very much at that time. He felt that if he could arrive sooner, he might be able to save Bao Zheng, a good friend and confidant.

It wasn't until hundreds of years later that Yang Jing realized that even if he arrived earlier, he still couldn't save Bao Zheng.

Because according to modern medicine, Bao Zheng should have advanced cancer, so he died within one month after the onset of the disease.

There are many memories, but in reality it was just a momentary event. Yang Jing withdrew his hand calmly and looked at Mi Yuzhu.

"Miss Mi, I want to buy this painting of "Pavilions in the River and Heaven." Yang Jing said calmly.

Originally it was a painting made by himself, and because he remembered his old friend, Yang Jing wanted to take this painting back into his hands.

Mi Yuzhu was dumbfounded, she originally wanted to bring Yang Jing to have a look, why didn't he play cards according to common sense?

"Ah? I, my father likes this painting very much, so..." Mi Yuzhu bit her lip and said, the meaning of rejection was obvious in her words.

Yang Jing's expression did not change, and he said again: "Miss Mi, please tell your father that the price is not a problem."

Seeing Yang Jing being so persistent, Mi Yuzhu hesitated.

"Mr. Yang, do you like this painting very much? I can ask for you, but my father probably wouldn't sell it. He always said that this painting is the best in all his collections." Mi Yuzhu After thinking about it, I talked.

It's just that the inside and outside of the words are still telling Yang Jing that there is little hope.