Chapter 487: The Flowers of the Mingtang Harem Compete for Beauty
"Hey, that's true."
Tang Buci clapped his hands, and the sound was particularly loud.
Ye Xiaomei looked Tang Buci up and down as if he were an idiot: "I was just talking casually, I don't know Yao Baiye."
Tang Bushi hurriedly climbed up the ladder, found a scroll of bamboo slips and came down. He untied the rope, opened it and said:
"It is recorded in the Night Travel Notes. Indeed, Yao Boye was a man of no ability at the time, but was forced to paint for Emperor Ming. Then, somehow, he willingly served as an official and became the Emperor's painter. It is possible that, as you said, he fell in love with one of the concubines in the harem."
Ye Xiaomei was confused: "What did I say?"
"He must have made this painting because he was afraid that it would be discovered by Emperor Ming and bring trouble to his descendants, so he wanted to carry it with him until his death."
Ye Xiaomei took a breath of cold air. This guy had been paralyzed at home for so many years that he must have become stupid from reading so many books. She was just talking casually.
"Just tell me how much it can be sold for." Ye Xiaomei didn't want to talk about anything else.
At this moment, Tang Bushi did not withdraw from the picture. He even took out a magnifying glass and began to observe it bit by bit.
Ye Xiaomei looked helpless.
After going out: "Li Yao, hurry up and get something to eat, your master and I are starving."
Li Yao is very good at running errands and he disappeared in a flash.
When Li Yao came back, Ye Xiaomei had already moved all the teacups and tea sets on the table to another table in the hall.
The height of the tea table is just right for eating, and you won't easily spill soup all over yourself if you lower your head.
Li Yao was very efficient and brought three or four dishes. I still remember that she also had sweet and sour fish: "Li Yao, how about we eat together?"
After Ye Xiaomei said this, she found that there was no response. She looked up and saw that the girl was looking towards the study room with anticipation.
In that state, I almost wanted to dig my eyeballs out and throw them into the study.
Sure enough, all men are the same.
At this moment, Tang Buci shouted, "Ye Xiaomei, come here quickly."
Ye Xiaomei stood up and took a bite of sweet and sour fish: "Here it comes."
He added vaguely: "What did you find?"
Ye Xiaomei thought he had discovered the truth, but when he got closer, he handed the magnifying glass to her and pointed with his finger:
"Look, is there a white snake mark on this person's chest?"
Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank and she hurried to check. With the help of magnification, she actually saw it.
The sweet and sour fish in Ye Xiaomei's mouth suddenly lost its original taste. She frantically looked around for the two-meter-long painting of the harem and the blooming flowers.
Sure enough, every woman has it, and it can be vaguely seen even under a half-covered gauze dress when drinking.
And these people's faces are really similar to mine.
For a moment, Ye Xiaomei's head went blank.
If it is an authentic work, how could there be such a coincidence? If it is not an authentic work, who is doing such a weird thing?
"What's wrong with you?" Tang asked subconsciously.
Ye Xiaomei finally came back to her senses. She realized that Tang Bushi didn't know that he had the same tattoo on his body. At most, he only knew that he was the spirit of the ancestor snake.
"Nothing. If you say this is an authentic work, how much money do you think it can be exchanged for?" Ye Xiaomei tried her best to bring herself back to reality. Her biggest goal at the moment was to transport the red maple tree roots, the white snake and the black toad back together.
Tang Buci seemed to be thinking about something. "There will be an auction tomorrow. Do you want to go with me? You know the address. It's right where you sold my hotel, Jiuzhou Building."
Ye Xiaomei nodded silently.
When the time comes, experts will judge whether it is true or not.
This is too much of a coincidence, Mingtang is thousands of years away from today.
That night Ye Xiaomei stayed in the small courtyard of the Tang family's residence.
The auction items must be submitted to experts for appraisal in advance before they can be put on the auction display stand.
The time is three o'clock in the afternoon.
Ye Xiaomei suddenly felt that Tang Buci was a pretty good person. Although he was a bit picky, he was not that picky at critical moments.
I'm just a little worried about how other people will react to the painting... uh, after it's put on display.
For safety reasons, Ye Xiaomei bought a pair of sunglasses and wore them. When she arrived, most of the people in the venue had already occupied the venue.
Basically, only people with money and status have the time to play with these luxury goods.
Ye Xiaomei and Tang Bushi sat down in an inconspicuous corner, and people around them were talking about it.
——I heard that this time it’s not simple. There is an ancient painting that is said to be from the Mingtang period.
——I came here this time just to take a look at it. I heard that it was written by Yao Boye, who is known as the Ghost Saint, and it is said to be his last work.
Ye Xiaomei adjusted her sunglasses and said in a low voice, "Tang Bushi, you delivered this painting in the morning and so many people knew about it in the afternoon?"
Tang Buci cleared his throat. This guy not only wore sunglasses but also a hat. Even his mother couldn't recognize him because of what he was hiding:
"Yes, generally before an auction begins, the most important items will be summarized and notified to well-known people in the industry, and the more important items are, the more likely they will be placed at the end."
This is also a business model, otherwise wouldn't all these people leave?
Soon, the venue was full.
Several wealthy collectors basically sat in the front row. Ye Xiaomei and Tang Buci were only there to collect money, so there was no need for them to squeeze forward.
Soon, the first item to come up for auction was a pair of red pomegranate earlobes, which radiated an intoxicating bright red under the spotlight, and the starting price was 80,000.
The sounds of price increases continued.
Several people around were dozing off while waiting, and Ye Xiaomei could no longer sit still, as it was already six o'clock in the evening.
Until the very end, the host deliberately increased the vocabulary and gave a rich introduction to the so-called final work of the Ghost Saint.
The people in the audience were getting impatient waiting: "Hurry up, why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"that is."
But the host on stage continued to explain that the show was going to raise the value of this ancient painting:
"Do you know why Mr. Yao Boye is called the Ghost Saint? Ancient books record that when Mr. Yao was young and unsuccessful, he often went out to get drunk. One day, Mr. Luo saw hundreds of demons bathing in a daze. His first famous work was the picture of hundreds of demons emerging from their baths. From then on, he became famous. It is said that Mr. Yao can see things that ordinary people cannot see, so he is called the Ghost Saint. This picture of the flowers competing for beauty in the Mingtang and the harem is said to contain a mystery..."
As soon as these words were spoken, there was a long sigh.
After all, there are thousands of years of history between us, and I don’t have rich historical knowledge nor the qualifications to be an appraiser.
So most people really don’t understand Yao Boye’s historical background, so hearing this makes their expectations skyrocket.
Ye Xiaomei was also stunned for a moment, and poked Tang Buci with her elbow, and found that he was folding his arms and lowering his head without moving:
"Hey, Tang Bushi, is this true? Can Yao Boye see those things? Hey..."
Ye Xiaomei pinched his arm hard.
Tang Buci stood up suddenly, and immediately realized that something was wrong and sat down quickly: "Aren't we at that painting now?"
Ye Xiaomei realized that he had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time, so she simply ignored him.
Because at this moment everyone stood up and craned their heads, hoping to see some details of the painting.
It’s a pity that only buyers are eligible to go on stage to take a closer look.
Someone in the spotlight exclaimed, "It's so beautiful. It's really a good painting."
Ye Xiaomei swallowed a mouthful of saliva. It was at most an obscene picture. She didn't know whether it was the painting that was beautiful or the naked bodies of those old men that were straddling it that were beautiful.
——It’s too far to see.
——You don’t look at the projection screen.
——That’s not as satisfying as watching it up close.
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