Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 113 Guan Gong Battles Qin Qiong

Chapter 113: Chapter 113 Guan Gong Battles Qin Qiong

"Is this Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy?"

When they saw that majestic, dragon-and-phoenix dance-like calligraphy.

The members of the Yang Family were all stunned.

Yang Tianqi was especially eager, quickly standing up and walking over.

He reached out, holding the long scroll carefully, scrutinizing the writing before him.

"Of course it is, I even have a certificate from a professional organization. Whether it’s real or fake, one look and you’ll know!"

Liu Mo boasted proudly as he took out a certificate sealed with a stamp from the box.

"This is a verification certificate issued by Jubao House, and it’s written quite clearly on it."

"The owner of Jubao House is said to be a national treasure-level master, and he even has his private museum at home. If it’s been appraised by Jubao House, then it must be authentic, Dad, look at this momentum, this brushwork, it has the spirit of a Saint."

Yang Tianqi hastily said to Mr. Yang.

"Indeed, it has the presence of a great master, Mr. Liu has really gone to great lengths for this."

Mr. Yang glanced at it and immediately said with a smile.

However, that smile hid a trace of complexity.

"Mr. Yang, that’s too modest of you. Since ancient times, it’s said that a good sword is matched with a hero, and treasures are deserved by those with virtue. Therefore, being well-matched is extremely important. You should be careful when using those health products of unknown origin. Don’t accidentally consume something toxic and harm your health."

Yang Tianqi said with a smug look on his face.

His gaze naturally fell on Lin Fan.

"Mr. Liu, this is a grand gesture, with just the three characters ’Wang Xizhi’, the value could reach tens of thousands. I’ve heard that Jubao House’s owner charges by the inch for writing, with one inch costing five million. Even so, his doors are thronged with visitors, and he sells only about ten or eight pieces a year. Looking at this scroll, it’s at least two meters long. If it goes to auction, I bet the bidding could surpass one hundred million, right?"

With his father not saying much, Yang Tianqi hastily started to flatter.

"Such a treasure should be put away. I’ll take it home and appreciate it slowly!"

Mr. Yang said with a complex smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Yang, I’m gifting you this painting and calligraphy; in the future, you will definitely have plenty of time to enjoy it. Unlike certain uncultured brutes who will likely never have a chance to appreciate this treasure."

Having gained Mr. Yang’s approval, Liu Mo appeared even more arrogant.

"But as people say, ’do not flaunt wealth.’ If it gets targeted by certain individuals, that would be unfortunate. So, Mr. Yang, I suggest that you keep it in a bank’s safety deposit box instead, to avoid it being stolen by someone with ulterior motives."

With his piece said, Yang Tianqi laughed very loudly.

Yang Linglong wanted to speak up but was pulled back by Lin Fan.

"Don’t worry, even if you give me such a worthless thing, I won’t accept it. I am not Mr. Yang, who would keep up appearances even though he knows it’s fake."

"What nonsense are you spouting? This is the authentic work of Wang Xizhi. You look like someone who is uneducated. Do you even know who he is?"

Liu Mo retorted with his mouth twisted.

"Since you insist on showing off, I really can’t understand what’s written there. Would you mind, as the illustrious future star who will bring glory to the family, helping someone as vulgar and ignorant as myself by reading it out? It would be enlightening. Of course, if you don’t recognize the characters, never mind."

Lin Fan leaned back in his chair and said.

"Who says I don’t recognize them? Today I will enlighten you and let you know what national treasure-level calligraphy looks like."

Liu Mo snorted coldly.

"Mr. Liu, please let’s not bother with this. Let’s just eat first."

Mr. Yang quickly interjected.

"Dad, Mr. Liu is making a kind gesture, let him read it once. Let certain individuals broaden their horizons and get a taste of high society. Then they’ll know what a gap is."

Yang Tianfang quickly chimed in from the side.

"Mr. Yang is right, he really should get a sense of what the upper class is like, so he stops being idle and ignorant all the time," he said.

At last, Yang Linglong, who had discerned the truth, suddenly spoke up.

A single sentence filled Liu Mo with even greater fighting spirit.

"Since Linglong has said so, then I shall broaden his horizons...ahem...listen carefully."

Deliberately clearing his throat, Liu Mo then read aloud.

"Man Jiang Hong...Furious hair flaring, leaning on the railing...Lifting my eyes to look, a lofty yell to the sky...My heart filled with resentment...When will it end..."

The sonorous voice echoed in the dining hall.

Proud and self-satisfied, Liu Mo paid no attention to the expressions of those around him.

Led by Mr. Yang, Yang Tianfang and Liu Ruiyun remained silent.

Lin Fan and Yang Linglong watched him with smiles on their faces.

The only one in the room who couldn’t stop shaking his head was Yang Tianqi.

It was only after Liu Mo finished reading that Yang Tianqi hurriedly applauded.

"Magnificent, grandiose; the characters are excellent, the poem is superb, and Mr. Liu’s reading adds even deeper meaning. In that moment, I felt as though I saw Yue Fei himself. I must say, it’s truly a pity Mr. Liu didn’t become a broadcaster or host."

But other than him,

No one else spoke.

"Boy, have you learned something now? Do you know who Yue Fei is? Do you want me to explain it to you?"

Liu Mo did not sense anything amiss.

He looked at Lin Fan with a face full of pride.

"Wow, I never thought you actually knew about Yue Fei, so I indeed would like to hear the details."

Lin Fan did not immediately retort but continued to watch him bluff with a smile on his face.

After all, a balloon has to be inflated enough to make a loud bang when it bursts.

"Linglong, where on earth did you find this country bumpkin, who doesn’t even know about Yue Fei, the famous anti-Jin general? What use is a man like this except for drinking and deceiving women?"

Liu Mo finally found an opportunity.

He immediately began to mock.

"Wow, so Yue Fei was a famous anti-Jin general? Then shouldn’t he be considered part of the Song Dynasty?"

Yang Linglong looked at Liu Mo, feigning great surprise.

"Right, to be precise, he should be considered part of the Southern Song, because back then the Song Dynasty was invaded by Jin Country; they tormented our people beyond measure. Yue Fei was a national hero, leading the Yue Army in defending against foreign invaders and reclaiming lost territory. If it weren’t for the traitor Qin Hui, our hero wouldn’t have met such a tragic end in prison. If you’re interested, I can tell you more stories..."

Liu Mo said, self-congratulatory.

"You’d better wait a minute., having spoken so much, do you know in which dynasty Wang Xizhi lived?"

Lin Fan looked at Liu Mo with disdain.

Only these two illiterates would be so pleased.

"Wang Xizhi was a great figure of the Jin Period, known as the sage of calligraphy; who doesn’t know that?"

Liu Mo replied instinctively.

"Oh, but if my memory serves me right, the Jin Period was around the third century AD. How exactly did the Sage of Calligraphy predict, seven or eight hundred years beforehand, that Yue Fei would write ’Man Jiang Hong’?"

Lin Fan’s words instantly silenced the room.

Everyone with some education had long since closed their mouths.

At this moment, Liu Mo’s face turned the color of pig liver, finding himself unable to speak.

"So it turns out, this is a case of Guan Gong battling Qin Qiong!"