Chapter 21 Lin Waner’s self-attack strategy, Fan Ruoruo does not want a dowry!
Chen Pingping pushed his wheelchair out of the imperial study with a gloomy face and a racing mind.

How could the director of the Inspection Bureau, who monitors the whole world, not read The Story of the Stone, even though it was indeed very painful to read.

"Prince Yong really wants to be a playboy, and Your Majesty seems to believe it."

"His performance was too perfect, it didn't seem like a child's mentality."

"But what kind of storm can a child in his early teens stir up?"

Royal Villa.

Lin Wan'er was biting a chicken leg and reading a new magazine with great interest.

"Oops, I finished it so quickly, it's too short!"

Ye Ling'er, who had just delivered the magazine, was demonstrating the Ye family's free-hand fighting style, "That's right! Your uncle Yong is too short!"

When Lin Wan'er heard Ye Ling'er's words, her face suddenly became serious, "Don't say that. This book must be very difficult to write."

"I have long guessed that Mr. Sanyong is the uncle of Prince Yong. No one else can impersonate such a talent."

Ye Ling'er curled her lips and said, "He's only ten years old, and he can write such a boring book. He's worthy of being a child prodigy!"

Lin Wan'er was not convinced and said, "I think it's very interesting. Lin Daiyu also has tuberculosis and lives under someone else's roof..."

Hearing this, Ye Ling'er suddenly stopped what she was doing and her expression became serious.

"Could this book be written for you by your uncle Prince Yong?
"She looks like a fairy, yet she is so fragile, isn't that you?"

When Lin Wan'er heard Ye Ling'er's words, her face turned slightly red. In fact, from the moment she saw Daiyu appear, she put herself in the story.

Moreover, she had known for a long time that she was not of royal blood.

As she was daydreaming, Ye Ling'er felt that it made more and more sense.

"Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu are cousins. Although you and His Royal Highness Prince Yong are of different generations, you are also cousins!"

"They were watching The Romance of the West Chamber together, and Zhang Sheng was trying to have a secret meeting with them through the window. You'd better watch the window at night!"

Lin Wan'er opened her mouth slightly and subconsciously looked at the half-open window.

……

With the publication of "Stone Chronicles Magazine", Li Changan once again became a hot topic of discussion on the streets.

The admission ticket to the calligraphy and painting exhibition included at the back of the magazine explains the relationship between Sanyong Pavilion and Li Changan.

In Yishiju Restaurant, the middle-aged scholar He Zongwei was showing off his latest magazine.

"Mr. Sanyong, who wrote The Story of the Stone, is indeed His Royal Highness Prince Yong. There is hope for the revival of Daqing's literary world!"

"The characters in this book are lively and the poetry is beautiful. Only His Royal Highness Prince Yong can write such a thing!"

At this time, a scholar couldn't help but say, "He Zongwei, didn't you say before that this book is immoral and the poetry is crude?"

He Zongwei quickly denied it, "Don't slander me! It's absolutely not true!"

"I have always admired The Story of the Stone very much!"

The scholars were too lazy to argue with He Zongwei, but continued to discuss the calligraphy and painting exhibition.

"Your Highness's name as a child prodigy is known all over the world, but the poems and essays after the Three Odes are all about women, lacking some masculinity."

"He is only ten years old, and I heard that he is surrounded by women all day long. He is a bit like Jia Baoyu in this book."

"When His Royal Highness Prince Yong was one year old, he was given a hairpin and rouge. Now it seems that he is destined to be a playboy."

"This calligraphy and painting exhibition is free of charge. Why don't we go and take a look at His Royal Highness Prince Yong's calligraphy and paintings?"

Mr. Sanyong's calligraphy and painting exhibition, His Royal Highness Prince Yong of Daqing, lasted for a whole month.

The first floor of Sanyong Pavilion sells ordinary calligraphy and paintings as well as magazine stories, while the second floor sells calligraphy and paintings by famous artists.

The huge third floor is a place specifically for Li Changan's exhibitions.

In the first few days, dozens of people came to the exhibition every day, and these people praised Li Changan's calligraphy and painting skills as miraculous.

Later, several great calligraphers and painting masters from Kyoto also came, and they also praised Li Changan's calligraphy and painting.

During the last few days of the exhibition, Sanyong Pavilion had to limit the number of visitors to ensure a smooth closing. On the last day of the exhibition, Sanyong Pavilion's boss Su announced an explosive news.

All three calligraphy and painting works will be auctioned in one month!
The starting price for each painting is ten thousand taels of silver!
A piece of calligraphy and painting was worth ten thousand taels of silver. This simply made the people of Kyoto drop their jaws!
Ever since Li Changan was crowned king at the age of five, he has once again attracted the attention of the entire Kyoto!
An ordinary house in Kyoto costs one hundred taels of silver.

Ten thousand taels of silver can buy one hundred houses in the capital!

When Fan Jian, a fourth-rank minister, heard the news, he dropped his chopsticks in shock.

"I would have to go without food and drink for a hundred years to be able to afford a painting or calligraphy by His Royal Highness Prince Yong!"

His annual salary was just over one hundred taels of silver.

At this time, Xiao Fan Ruoruo said very confidently, "But His Royal Highness Prince Yong's calligraphy and paintings are only worth that much!"

"I heard that many calligraphy and painting masters stopped writing out of shame after seeing your calligraphy and painting."

Four-year-old Fan Sizhe stretched out his fingers and started counting.

"If Your Highness paints one picture a month, you can earn 120,000 taels a year."

"My sister is six years old now. If she gets married at sixteen, she still has ten years left."

"Father and Mother! You can ask His Royal Highness Prince Yong for a betrothal gift of 1.2 million taels!"

This precise calculation shocked both Fan Jian and Liu Ruyu.

Fan Jian said with a dark face, "Nonsense, who said Ruoruo is going to marry His Royal Highness Prince Yong!"

Liu Ruyu frowned and said, "Even if I want to get married, a million-dollar gift is too expensive!"

"Snapped!"

Fan Ruoruo slapped Fan Sizhe on the head, looking a little angry.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why do you want a dowry? Whoever can marry His Royal Highness Prince Yong will be blessed!"

Fan Jian suddenly felt a chill all over his body!
This little cotton jacket is leaking air!
Royal study room.

The Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi, accompanied by a master of calligraphy and a master of painting, was meeting Emperor Qing.

"Your Majesty, the person who previously sold calligraphy and painting at the highest price at auction was Huang Shan San Ren from the Northern Qi Dynasty."

"At that time, one of his paintings was sold at a sky-high price of 50,000 taels of silver!"

Emperor Qing said to the two masters, "Are you sure that Prince Yong's calligraphy and painting are worth the starting price of ten thousand taels of silver?"

One of them replied, "In terms of the level of calligraphy and painting alone, your Highness's calligraphy and painting are even worth more than fifty thousand taels of silver!"

"But the three paintings of His Royal Highness Prince Yong contain his three famous poems, which are of great value as a commemorative collection!"

"I estimate that the calligraphy and paintings of His Royal Highness Prince Yong can be auctioned for a sky-high price of ten thousand taels of gold!"

Another person also said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty. Prince Yong is a master of poetry, calligraphy and painting. He will surely be famous all over the world!"

"Even if Zhuang Mohan from Northern Qi came in person, he would have to admit defeat!"

Emperor Qing murmured, "Ten thousand taels of gold! Equivalent to one hundred thousand taels of silver!"

"Third brother, you are squeezing out every ounce of value from your famous poem!"

After Guo Youzhi and others left, Emperor Qing pondered for a long time, and then said to Hong Sixiang who was hiding in the dark.

"No matter how much money you pay, I must buy the painting 'Ode to Snow'!"

“This calligraphy and painting should be placed in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests to mark the beginning of the revival of Daqing’s literary world!”

A manor outside Kyoto.

Wei Hua, a fourth-rank deputy of the Jinyiwei of the Northern Qi Dynasty, who was disguised as a businessman, was assigning tasks to a dozen spies.

“Whoever takes the picture of ‘Ode to the Needle’ must take the painting away from him!”

"This kind of calligraphy and painting that insults the national dignity must be brought back to the capital and burned in public!"

Wei Hua is the son of the asshole Hou Wei Bi. This matter is both a public business and a personal vendetta!

(End of this chapter)