Listening to this silver bell, it felt like a delicate little girl's angry scolding, Xiang Xing and Feng Lan couldn't help but be stunned.

The bottom of their eyes was even more tacitly glowing with interest in eating melons and watching dramas at the same time.

"It seems that there is a good show to watch~"

Feng Lan was the first to come back to her senses, couldn't help laughing, and directly took Xiang Xing's little hand.

The little guy with the big sugar gourd skewer in his mouth ran directly, and said as he ran, "Let's go, Sister Xing'er, let's see the excitement!" ”

"Ah......h

The little guy was pulled by him and almost couldn't stand firm, so he could only stagger to keep up.

After a while, Feng Lan took her to the back of the crowd that had gathered around the theater. And quickly cut through the crowd and get in.

Straight into the innermost part of the lively circle, the two of them saw a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar dressed as a scholar, standing in a small painting stall, frowning in embarrassment.

In front of him, there was a girl who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, beautifully dressed and pretty, who was crossing her waist with one hand and questioning him menacingly.

Seeing the girl's face clearly, Xiang Xing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

This face is so familiar.

……

Wow, isn't it just in the side plot, the second princess of Beihu who had an affair with her brother-in-law and was pregnant with a moon cub, Bei Xiuli!

Unexpectedly, she ran to the eastern capital of Daxuanyuan.

From this point of view, Situ Ling, the little emperor, is really a wolf in front of him and a tiger in the back, and he is in a dangerous situation.

Miserable in one word.

The little guy who sighed silently couldn't help but subconsciously turn his gaze to the other hand held high by Princess Xiuli.

I saw that what she was holding and unfolding in her hand was a long landscape painting.

This painting is exquisitely conceived, the landscape and birds are lifelike, and at first glance it is from the hand of a famous painter with excellent painting skills.

Thinking about it, the little guy frowned slightly, and couldn't help but take a closer look.

Not.

How do you feel that in the memory of the original owner's young lady, this painting seems to have been seen somewhere.

It seems to be some kind of palace tribute, or a gift or something......

However, just as she tilted her little head and was still racking her brains to think hard, the man next to her rolled his eyes slightly, as if he realized something.

Immediately hooked his lips and smiled, took Xiang Xing up again, and led her directly to the middle-aged scholar and Bei Xiuli.

"Boss Zhang, what's going on?"

I only heard Feng Lan change his voice, straighten his body again, put on the delicate posture of his top brand Oiran, and asked the middle-aged scholar gently.

“…… Oops, it's a mullion girl! ”

Boss Zhang glanced at Feng Lan, his eyes lit up instantly, as if he had grabbed some life-saving straw, and walked out directly from the back of the painting stall.

With a look of asking for help, he hurriedly continued, "Miss Ling, you came just in time, please help me explain Lao Zhang!" ”

As he spoke, he suddenly glanced at the beautiful north with a sad face, and lowered his face without tears, "This girl somehow has to say that my painting is fake, it is copied!" ”

"But everyone in your Fengxianglou should know about it, this "Ten Thousand Gullies Fighting for the Stream", but your boss Feng personally painted it, and I took it for a hundred taels of gold!"

Speaking of this, Boss Zhang suddenly seemed to think of something, and his old face was slightly confused.