"Look at me, Miss Linglion, this is not sold or thrown away, but it is just used to fill the façade of my small painting stall, as a treasure of the town stall or something...... turned out to be good, but she was slandered by this girl who came from nowhere! ”

"Neighbors, who don't know my Zhang Shusheng's reputation, how can I sell fake paintings and exhibit fake paintings!"

Xu is his overly excited shout, listening to it is really sincere, Boss Zhang's voice fell, and some of the people around him who were watching the excitement couldn't help but nod their heads one after another.

"Yes, Boss Zhang paints well, and the price of the painting is cheap, our master likes it, and he often comes to buy it!"

"That's it! Besides, this is the Eastern Capital, who would dare to copy her paintings to sell under Boss Feng's nose? ”

The chatter around me grew more and more, and finally it turned into an even louder noise.

Xiang Xing, who was standing in the center of the crowd, suddenly felt all kinds of echoes rippling around him, and couldn't help frowning his soft brows.

Not.

It's noisy.

She's here to see the excitement, not to listen to the noise.

Thinking about it, the little guy pursed his lips and subconsciously pulled the hem of Fenglan's sleeve.

The man immediately understood, couldn't help but smile softly, and secretly patted the back of the small hand that held his arm tightly.

The magnificent peach blossom eyes turned a little more, and then, as if he had an idea, his brows raised slightly.

But without saying a word, he first took the landscape painting scroll from the hand of the northern beauty, unfolded it in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

"Hmm...... At first glance, it does look like the handwriting of our boss. ”

He nodded thoughtfully, raised his eyes again, and smiled at the north.

"I don't know why this girl would say that this painting is a copy?" ”

“…… Hum! ”

Looking at the costumes of Feng Lan and Xiang Xing, plus the "Fengxiang Building" that Boss Zhang took one by one, Bei Xiuli looked at the two of them, and suddenly showed undisguised disdain.

No matter what kind of people dare to talk to her.

Tut.

However, despite thinking so in her heart, on the surface, Bei Xiuli still felt that she should keep a low profile.

can only roll his eyes, reluctantly hug his chest, and say without a good air, "The two of you don't know, this father...... In this girl's house, there happens to be a painting that my father treasured, also called "Ten Thousand Gullies Fighting for the Stream"! ”

"And that painting is not only the composition of the whole painting, the position of the landscape, the number of trees and birds, including the brushwork, strength, hooking, and even coloring techniques...... It's exactly the same as this deck in your hand! ”

"This girl is not talented, and she is also famous in our place for her appreciation of paintings! Therefore, I can conclude that this painting must be related to the "Ten Thousand Gullies Contending for Streams" in my father's collection! ”

Speaking of this, Bei Xiuli suddenly smiled coldly, and looked at Feng Lan and Xiang Xing with even more disgust.

The voice was also cooler, "And, based on the conversation you just had, this girl can also conclude that this painting ...... It must have been copied by your kiln boss! It's still copied from Ouyang Lian, the northern Hu horse! ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding people couldn't help but shout in surprise.

Ouyang Lian?

What a familiar name...... Ah, isn't it the eldest son of the family of Ouyang Taiwei, the minister of the court!

In other words, this was also a well-known figure in the Eastern Capital back then, and he often went in and out of Fengxiang Building, and even had some friendship with Boss Fenghan......