427: C427 Guests

C427 Guests

Xiao Yun said with a smile, "That's strange. Why are the words written by Elder Qiu a treasure and the clothes made by a merchant not a treasure?"

"This... How can this be mentioned in the same breath? ! "

Wei Xiaoli was somewhat anxious.

He was even a little angry.

He felt that Xiao Yun was talking about a very stupid thing.

He even felt that talking to him was a very infuriating thing.

Xiao Yun smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, oh, Lord Wei, I don't quite understand. Why are you so arrogant and don't know how to keep a low profile? You will think that in your knowledge... Good things are good things, and you don't care about other people's feelings at all. What about what most people in the world know?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's very simple. In your opinion, you scholars, high and mighty people... The things that the nobles like are the most valuable things in this world... It's like calligraphy and paintings. In fact, if such things were to be placed in the hands of ordinary people... Other than selling them to you, is this thing valuable to them? If it was placed in the house, it would not feel like it was a great honor. It was too fake. It was too cold to burn the fire. It was too little. One could neither eat nor wear it. What was the use of this thing? Seductive Cultivation? In a situation where food and clothing could not be guaranteed, where was the Seductive gymnastics? Only those who wanted to be promoted to official rank would be happy to see your posts. Because they could copy and practice their calligraphy, thus conforming to your aesthetics. Integrating it into your circle was what they wanted to do the most. It's also a reflection of their value."

Xiao Yun sighed and said, "Until one day, when they hold a high position in the world, they will naturally not let their lifetime of practice of painting be wasted. That is a skill they can show off to the outside world. Naturally, it will be widely publicized. Naturally, they will become those people that they once hated... "

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the group of old men.

After a long while, he continued, "So the value of calligraphy and paintings was given to you by you. When you people don't really care about calligraphy... When you advance and don't look at your calligraphy attainments, sooner or later, one day... This thing will only become a hobby, and those painting works that are passed down in the world... Compared to their attainments in calligraphy, everyone thinks more highly of their preciousness and historical value. Their prices would be greatly undermined, and only the most powerful nobles and the royal family would be able to own them. In the end, they would fall into the hands of merchants. They did not need status or conditions. Even if you have money, you can buy them as you wish."

The corners of Wei Xiao Li's eyes twitched a few times.

For a moment, he did not know how to refute.

He could only say, "What exactly are you saying by saying all this?"

Xiao Yun shrugged and said, "I'm talking about that piece of clothing. It doesn't just sell cheap fabric. It also has the meaning behind it and the people it faces. It is to be sold to some people, just because it is fun. Just because of a little bit of fun in life, just because they were chasing the trend in a few days... Just for a moment of interest, it was worth a lot of money to the people. But in their eyes, it was just money that they could casually throw away to buy. To chase and even join in the fun... But it could not be denied that they bought happiness, right? No matter whether it was during the process of buying, or during the process of wearing, or laugh at the process of throwing it away or introduce it to friends... They were happy to see it as an interesting thing in their lives. It was worth it to buy happiness with a little money. Isn't it? "

Wei Xiao Li's brows tightly knitted together.

But in the end, he still nodded.

Yeah.

What exactly did the calligraphy and painting bring him?

After obtaining the personal gains and losses from before, he carefully copied them. Then... one day, when he lost interest, he would put them away in the high pavilion. He would only take them out one day to look at them on his own. Or perhaps... He would discuss it with his friends.

The whole process could be said to be extremely carefree. In fact, what he bought was a type of happiness.

Xiao Yun said, " So, no matter if it's calligraphy or painting, or those strange clothes... They produce value and turn it into actual wealth. The most important thing was that they had clearly chosen their guests... They also understand the mentality of their customers! "

"Just like during evaluations, almost all students use the words that they like the most. When they meet the emperor during the court examinations... They use the Ancient Qin Body, because they know that it is His Majesty's favorite type of handwriting. "

Wei Xiaoli gritted his teeth and said, "What Young Master Xiao means is that regardless of whether it is good or bad, you must find your own guest to show your greatest value?"

"Ah? You understand it very well. The principle is like this. Anyone who can do this to the extreme is a very, very strong person! Do you understand what I'm talking about? "

" I can't understand it, because what you're talking about, and what we want to know about the First Prince, is simply... Un? "

Speaking up to this point.

Wei Xiaoli was suddenly stunned.

Then, his face was filled with shock.

Astonishment.

Shock.

Yet relieved.

After a while, he shook his head and smiled bitterly. "So that's how it is, it's actually like this..."

Xiao Yun sighed helplessly.

"If it was the pillar of the empire or Prime Minister Qiu, we would close the door. You can say whatever you want, but there are too many people today. There are so many people that even I can't say what I want to say. After all, there are some things... It is best if you can understand it. If you can't understand it, you can only say that fate has yet to arrive. "

Wei Xiao Li gritted his teeth and nodded.

He suddenly stood up and took a step back. He arched his hands and bowed to the end.

"This old man has lived in vain for so many years. Today, listening to the words of the sovereign, I suddenly gained enlightenment and became enlightened. Thank you so much."

Xiao Yun did not dodge.

He smiled bitterly and sighed. "Originally, it was a good thing to eat, chat, listen to small songs, and watch music and dancing. I had to make it so complicated. That's why I don't like gatherings, social gatherings, and so on. It's too tiring. It has nothing to do with resting and relaxing "

As he spoke, Xiao Yun stood up.

"Apart from these two things, what else do you want from the South City and the First Prince?"

"And..."

Prime Minister Qiu was about to say something else, but when he saw that the surrounding people were lowering their heads in deep thought and had no intention of saying anything, he could only sigh and shut his mouth.

Xiao Yun grinned and said, "Then I will take my leave first. If you treat me to a meal next time, let's just eat and not talk about politics."

After saying that, he very rudely led Gua out of the corner hall of Mei Ming Xuan and strode towards the door.

This process was seen by many people.

But no one dared to stop him or even talk to him.

After all, they all knew who were sitting in the best private room in Drunken Immortal Restaurant today.

After leaving the Drunken Immortal Restaurant, Xiao Yun let out a breath of foul air.

Then he suddenly turned to Gua and said with a smile, "You said that even going out to eat is so tiring. Now you know why I don't like going out?"

"Oh, I know."

"Hmph! Look at you, if you want me to bring you out to shop all day long... Look around you, wherever I go, the vendors don't even dare to sell loudly. Shopping was supposed to be a relaxing and happy thing, but now it's making things difficult for others. It's also making things difficult for me. "

"Oh, I got it..."

The two of them knew, but their tone was different.

The last one clearly showed a sense of loss and resignation.

Indeed, after Xiao Yun left the street, it was noisy and lively before he returned here.

Because not only Xiao Yun and his servant left, there were also hundreds and thousands of spies from all over the place!

Along the way, there weren't many places to take a stroll, and they went straight back home. Xiao Yun rubbed his head and fell asleep on the bed.

As for the other matters, he did not want to bother about them, nor did he want to bother about them.1

However, the moment Xiao Yun left Drunken Immortal Restaurant, the old men quickly divided into two camps.

One group immediately surrounded Wei Xiaoli.

The other group stood by the side, observing and thinking.

This included Prime Minister Lee.

He looked at those people who started to dig deeper into Wei Xiao's background, asking him what kind of information he got from Xiao Yun, and memorized their names one by one.

Because they wouldn't be able to stand in this Imperial Court for long, and wouldn't be able to walk very far.

As for the others, they didn't need to explain, they already understood.

Xiao Yun wasn't talking about clothes or painting.

He was talking about the seller of clothes and the painter.

Of course, he wasn't talking about all of them.

More importantly, they were used to represent one person, no, two people.

One person. His Majesty, a Xiao Yun.

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