"There are three pictures in this volume that cost thirty cents to buy!" Zhang Buer put "Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage" aside and picked up another volume, "There are five pictures in this volume that cost 50 cents to buy. In short, the more people there are on the painting, the more valuable it is."

Yan Wei picked up one of them, "Then wouldn't this "The Twelve Styles of the Imperial Girl" cost 120 cents?"

"It's 250 knots! When I bought this painting, I specially hired a carriage to pull the money over!"

Yan Wei looked at the simple paintings without any beauty and said in disbelief: "Are you sure I was not cheated by someone at that time? Who would spend so much money to buy such broken paintings?"

"It was originally worth not 250 coins. Ah Lang bought more money with others. But it was not unfair. Last month, someone came to the door to pay 300 coins and asked Ah Lang to change his hand. Ah Lang was reluctant to sell it!"

"Take it seriously? Haha... This kind of junk can be sold for 300 yuan, and it's hard for me not to get rich!"

Yan Wei laughed wildly. This was a business tailor-made for him. In his previous life, he was a non-popular eighth-rate painter who was forced to go astray for his life. Unexpectedly, he became a shadow of willows. The movie "Fighting Aoi" made him popular on the Internet.

Looking at Yan Wei who was a little crazy, Zhang Buer said nervously: "Alang, don't scare me. If you do this, you will go and ask the boy to pee to exorcise you."

Yan Wei quickly stopped laughing, "Don't, I'm very good! I'll ask you another question, drawing and selling erotic pictures should not violate the law of the king."

"Alang was joking. It was an elegant thing to visit the brothel, and collecting a few volumes of erotic paintings is even more elegant thing among elegant things. Not to mention that noble people like to look at them, villains also like it, hehe... "

"If you like it, come and grind the ink for me!"

Yan Wei chose a roll of rice paper and spread it on the desk. He casually drew a naked woman on the paper and looked up and asked, "What do you think of this woman?"

Zhang Buer lay on the table and rubbed his chin and said, "This little girl has too big eyes and her chin is too pointed, not like a real person."

"I'm not realistic at all, I just ask if you're good?"

Zhang Buer nodded and said, "It looks really cute, but it's just a little thinner."

"It doesn't matter whether you are thin or not. As long as the meat is as attractive as it is in the right place!" Yan Wei said and outlined a few strokes on the paper, and his erect flesh suddenly appeared on the paper.

Zhang Buer purred in his throat, "Alang draws another one and moves his hair apart. Don't block the important part!"

"It is better to draw a man than to draw another woman!"

Yan Wei used his pen to fly, but in just half a stick of incense, he drew nine pictures on the paper. The handsome man was elegant and elegant, and the beautiful woman was charming. Both sides were either gentle and affectionate or lingering. The seductive posture made people feel itchy.

Zhang Buer wiped his saliva with his sleeve and said with a dazed smile: "Alang's painting is so good!"

Yan Wei wrote the four words "Feng Wu Jiutian" on the side, and then pouted and blew the ink dry. "It is the most important thing to exchange for money. Do you think my pair may sell for 500 cents?"

Zhang Buer couldn't bear to attack Yan Wei, "Alang doesn't have to be greedy for too much. You can make some money without having to sit and eat the whole country."

Yan Wei went to the bedside and found a seal. This was something he found by chance last night. "My painting is worthless, but if it were replaced by grandfather's one, it would be different."

The two of them ate a bowl of porridge randomly, cleaned up and left the house. Their house was called Zhangshanfang, which was next to Nanshi. Nearly half of the residents in the house were doing business in Nanshi, so Zhangshanfang is a relatively wealthy house.

The houses on both sides of the streets and alleys were neatly arranged, with bluestone paving under your feet. At the end of the alley, several little ladies were climbing the old peach tree at the entrance of the alley, preparing to pick some petals to make veneers. When they saw Yan Wei coming, they chattered: "Look, the Yan family's disciples are here!"

Seeing Yan Wei coming, the little ladies broke peach branches and threw them at him, and even spit them at him.

Yan Wei pretended to be angry and barked at them with barking. The little ladies were not afraid, but instead laughed so hard that they trembled.

Tsk tsk... This woman in the Tang Dynasty is really different. If it were a petite lady from the Ming and Qing dynasties, she would probably cover her face and run away.

Yan Wei turned his head to look at Zhang Buer, "Am I just so annoying?"

Zhang Buer smiled embarrassedly and said, "Alang used to be a little frivolous, but he was just talking and never did anything bad."

"That's fine!"

Yan Wei did not expect a prodigal son who was easy to visit brothels to have any good reputation, as long as it was not something that people hate.

It has been eighty years since Emperor Gaozu founded the country. Although he is now the heroine and even changed his country's name, it is still the world of Li Tang in the hearts of most people. As for the Empress, the common people only think that she is a secret widow.

The world is peaceful for a long time, and the people are stable and prosperous. The capital of the gods is even more prosperous. The streets are crowded with people and horses. Especially near Nanshi, it is even more lively and there are endless merchants. Not only are there people in the Central Plains, but there are many Hu merchants.

"Bageya Road!"

Seeing a few short-sized Japanese people walking on wooden clogs coming towards him, Yan Wei greeted him enthusiastically. The Japanese people were shocked but did not dare to question him.

Zhang Buer smiled and said, "Hehe... they understood, when did Alang learn the words."

"You can say this, and you will greet the Japanese when you meet them. By the way, where did you buy the paintings of the erotic palace at home?"

"Fenglailou is one of the best places in Luoyang City. Only Fenglailou does this business. However, the Fenglailou people hurt Alang, so it is better not to go."

"I know in my mind, which workshop is Fenglailou in?"

Zhang Buer reached out and pointed forward, "Yujifang, it's all right after passing Luoshui."

Yan Wei sneered, "It's time to be in this workshop!"

The two continued along the street, and soon arrived at the middle bridge across the Luoshui River.

The Luo River under the bridge shines, and thousands of sails wander among them. There are many idle people on both sides of the shore, including Cuju, horse racing, and naked in a lollipop and playing sumo wrestling in public. The woman also watched without hesitation. The open customs of the people made Yan Wei, a later generation, secretly shocked.

There is an open space near Zhongqiao that is circled in brocade, with many men and women around. At a glance, you can tell that there are wealthy families here to enjoy themselves, and there are many young men lined up to ask for a visit outside.

Yan Wei asked curiously: "Which court boss is inside, which has attracted so many people to recommend themselves."

Zhang Buer smiled and said, "The Princess Yan'an should be the eldest princess in the curtain. Most of the people outside wanted to be her face. Alang also asked to see her here last year, but later he thought there were too many people and gave up."

"So many people, then this eldest princess must be a beautiful woman!"

Zhang Buer smiled quackly and said, "I haven't seen a villain before, but she must be a white-haired woman over 70 years old!"

Yan Wei's face was twisted violently, "After 70 years old, what do I...what do those people want?"

"I am seeking power and wealth! The eldest princess of Yan'an is the daughter of Emperor Gaozu, but now she has recognized the saint as her adopted mother and has changed her surname to Wu. She is usually very favored by the holy one..."

Zhang Buer suddenly lowered his voice, "If you can satisfy her service, you may enter the palace!"

"Oh!" Yan Wei suddenly realized, "That monk Huaiyi was recommended to the saint, right?"

"That's right! Everyone in Luoyang knows it, but Monk Huaiyi has been sentenced to death a few years ago. Don't be an outsider to mention that he is careful to violate the taboo."

Yan Wei nodded, "I understand! Let's go!"

Yujifang was on the opposite bank of Luoshui. When the two entered the gate, Zhang Buer pointed to a large building in front and said, "Alang, that's Fenglailou!"

"So grand! It occupies such a large area in the best place in the yard, and it is probably because of some origin. Do you know who the owner of Fenglailou is?"

"I don't know, otherwise I will come to the door to avenge Ah Lang."

"If you know you are loyal, don't blow your head. If you have the ability, how could I be beaten to the point of unconsciousness? Try not to conflict with them when you look back."

As the two of them were talking, they had already arrived in front of Fenglailou. At this time, there were not many guests just after the morning, and there were only three or four men sitting by the door.

Seeing Yan Wei coming, one of the managers held his arms and teased, "Isn't this Yan Jiulang? Isn't this here to ask for money for medicine today?"

Yan Wei calls himself "Yan Jiulang". In addition to being ninth among the clan, he also has a meaning next to it.

"You were the one who beat my Alang last time. Today I dare to speak rudely. Let me see how I deal with you..."
Chapter completed!