Chapter 33

Ah?

looks as like as two peas. The Qin inkstone is not angry. Hua Ni smiles and pushes the door in.

Simple and simple, is a study, in addition to the desk, bed, the rest of the cabinet table, can put things, are basically Qin Yan's books, Hua Ni instantly thought of countless Qin Yan night reading, she was lonely outside the window.

Want to accompany him, red sleeve Tianxiang night reading, but afraid of Qin Yan dislike her, she can only wait outside the window.

Qin Yan held a pile of scroll in her arms, "take it!"

Strange heavy, flower Ni took back the thought, quickly hold steady, see Qin Yan holding the quilt to go out.

Qin Yan dried the quilt, took Hua Ni's scroll and put it on the ground, then opened it one by one and spread it on the ground.

"Husband, what are you doing?"

"Xuan paper is easy to get damp. These paintings have to be dried, or they will get moldy!"

Every roll, Qin Yan carefully open, carefully look, and then spread on the ground, a bend, such as ink long hair will slip from the shoulder, the length of the waist, Qin Yan hand a lift, and then bend, hair fell down again, Qin Yan lift again.

Tang people like to bundle their hair, men are high bun, while the song people mostly hair, only in the head of a bun, the rest are scattered behind, a bit more elegant.

The temptation of long hair and waist is not only for men.

Qin Yan just took a picture to unfold, and heard Hua Ni say, "husband, I'll help you!"

He handed the picture back, but noticed that his scalp was pulled. Hua Ni grabbed his long hair.

Qin Yan a stiff, calm look back at flower Ni, "I think you are to help me dry painting?"

"I'm afraid I'll damage my husband's painting. I'll help him with his hair."

With that, Hua Ni raised her hair, and the shadow of the two people was on the picture. Hua Ni raised her hair as happily as pulling radish.

Qin Yan didn't have a good spirit to sweep flower Ni one eye, raised hand to pull back, "no, thank you!"

Hua Ni spits out. She knows that Qin Yan hates people touching his hair. Hum, sooner or later, she will mess up Qin Yan's hair like a dog.

There's no time to play. Hua Ni just watched Qin Yan's busy work. At first she looked at the paintings, but later she only looked at people. Qin Yan's back was like green bamboo. Standing in a pile of paintings, she lifted her hair, bent down and looked down. Every action can make people see the end of time!

Flower Ni wanted to open, revenge to revenge, beauty at present, the appreciation or to appreciate, after all, the whole Duanzhou look, can't find the second Qin Yan so good appearance and temperament.

She's not stupid if she has welfare!

"What are you looking at?"

Qin Yan turns back, Hua Ni peeks at the bag. Knowing Qin Yan's intention, Hua Ni doesn't blush at all. Her eyebrows pick, "look at you."

People who want to be funny blush.

"My painting!"

The heat on Qin Yan's face receded, and there was no temperature in his eyes.

Hua Ni didn't feel guilty at all. She looked at the paintings, mostly bamboo, and said curiously, "husband, yesterday the man said that your paintings are hard to find. Although I know it's just an adjective, I'm also curious. How much can your paintings sell?"

Qin Yan looked back, and Hua Ni's eyes were full of gold.

"Guess what?"

In the Northern Song Dynasty, a family of three usually spent only a few Liang a year on food and clothing. Hua Ni boldly guessed, "how many liang?"

Qin Yan's mouth turned.

"Thousands?"

Qin Yan is cold.

"Isn't it really hard to ask for money?"

Qin Yan glanced at him with a smile. Hua Ni wanted to scratch him. Wow, is it really so valuable?

After grabbing one and looking at it for a long time, Hua Ni stammered, "isn't it? If you've lost your mind, you'll spend a lot of money on this broken bamboo, right

But it doesn't matter. The important thing is, "husband, shall we sell paintings? If you sell one, you can eat it all your life! "

Hua Ni Wu thinks of her beauty. Now, the bamboo is just like a gold ingot.

"No way!" Qin Yan snatched it.

Yuanbao is gone. Hua Ni is going to cry Why? "

Qin Yan said with a smile, "you've said that you'll spend a lot of money on this broken bamboo if you're out of your mind!".

Qin Yan sun painting, occasionally look back at her, was seen a few times, flower Ni suddenly light suddenly, a step forward to pull Qin Yan's sleeve, "husband, you are so intended?"

Qin Yan tore away, "you think too much!"

The more she denied it, the more sure she was. Otherwise, what would Qin Yan do?

Hua Ni is not afraid of Qin Yan's cold face. She pulls Qin Yan's sleeve and asks, "husband, shall we go tomorrow? I'm good at bargaining. If I help my husband, I can guarantee a good price! "

"No, thank you!"Hua Ni Li ignores, and takes the initiative to help. Qin Yan doesn't stop her.

Hua Ni picked up one and opened it

Qin Yan looked at Hua Ni and turned back in wonder. When she saw the painting, she grabbed it quickly and shared it. "This one doesn't need to be dried!"

See Qin Yan with the painting back to the side room, flower Ni self mockery smile.

Although she only opened it a little, she could see clearly what the painting was. The woman's Luo fan covered her face, revealing only a pair of eyes cut by autumn water. She wanted to talk but could not say enough about the wind and flow.

It's the white moonlight and cinnabar mole of Qin inkstone. It's the thorn in Hua Ni's eye and a lump in her throat.

In her previous life, Hua Ni thought that she was invincible in this life, but now when she saw this painting, she was deeply distressed.

If it's not in the heart, how can it be so vivid?

The next day, Hua Ni didn't pay attention to Qin Yan, and Qin Yan knew that she was wrong, so she didn't dare to go to Hua Ni.

The next day before Qin Yan went to sell paintings, he hesitated outside Hua Ni's door for a long time. Just as he was about to speak, he didn't want Hua Ni to open the door.

They look at each other for a moment.

Qin Yan smiles, "lady, I'm going to sell paintings today." By the way, Yang Yang's back picture for Hua Ni to see.

Hua Ni nodded, "Oh, that's good."

Hua Ni had no interest in selling paintings.

It's different from yesterday.

Qin Yan knows why.

"Lady, I have no experience in selling things. Yesterday you said..."

"It's getting late. Would you like to leave early?"

A word to Qin Yan back, Qin Yan lips moved, after all, is silent turn.

Hua Ni sneers, again!

Every time I know that she is not happy, I make up with her, but I don't face the essence of the problem.

Qin Yan if at that time with her candid let her see the painting, flower Ni is not so angry!

But Qin Yan just put it away awkwardly, and then didn't mention it. Hua Ni's fire passed the night, but it didn't burn the sky!

**

when Qin Yan came to the county, he saw those fortune tellers, snack vendors, and jewelry vendors on the street. They haggled and occasionally shook their heads. They were very disappointed, and occasionally laughed at the deal. All kinds of life were in them. Qin Yan sighed. He didn't expect that he would be reduced to a stall one day!

Find a clean street, Qin Yan spread out two paintings.

As a descendant of Duan inkstone of Qin family, he was proud of his youth, and his attainments of Duan Inkstone were beyond compare. Because of his inkstone business, the Qin family also made friends with literati, Su Shi and Huang Tingjian, all of whom had instructed him.

At the peak of the Qin family, it was said that his calligraphy and painting were hard to find. I don't know if it was true because Qin inkstones had never been sold, and he didn't lack the silver. Moreover, his greatest interest was not in painting and calligraphy, but