"Oh well. :efefd", located in a quiet place, the flow of people is not too much, and most of the people who come here like to be clean.

The two entered, and they heard that on the second floor, there was a painting master surnamed Tang, who was auctioning the paintings he made.

Yesterday, Zuixian Lou held an auction, and today, there are painting masters who auction their paintings again

Let's borrow the east wind.

The master and servant went upstairs, and they came and went freely without hindrance.

A hall on the second floor, there are a lot of people, in the middle, a long table, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, everything is on the top end of the table, one hand is slender and white, holding the ink-colored brush, on the white rice paper, the tip of the nose is lightly hooked and turned, and a beautiful ink landscape painting is traced on the paper.

The table is lined up, there are hanging paintings, national peony, red peony, small bridge and flowing water, mountain world, pouring national beauty, all of them are lifelike on the painting.

Jing Qingran was amazed, according to legend, Tang Bohu, one of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty, painted a flower, and it attracted butterflies. It is conceivable that the flower was painted by him compared to the real thing

The style of painting is concise, but it is by no means simple, and everything has its essence, and it is from the master's handwriting.

Jing Qingran smacked his tongue secretly. She doesn't know how to paint, but when she sees these paintings, the things on the paintings are the same as the real ones, and she can't help but sigh.

It turned out that the so-called descendants of the Tang Huan and Tang families thought that the master of painting was actually a woman.

It's really famous.

This woman is dressed in a green dress, green silk is like ink, and her skin is as white as snow. Brush to paint, pen often wonderful.

Watching her paint, everyone was reluctant to look away.

This woman's surname is the same as Tang's name, and she is indeed a descendant of Tang Huan's great calligrapher.

She is good at painting.

None of the people made a casual sound, for fear of startling the master's painting.

"Xue Gongzi" Zifang seemed to see an acquaintance and opened his mouth to call him.

The person on the side was Xue Yiling, who was staring at the painting, he heard this voice, looked sideways, and saw a woman in blue standing beside him, it seemed that the person who had just called him was her, but this woman's face was so similar to the purple fir he met at the auction yesterday

"You're here too" Jing Qingran also saw Xue Yiling, and said with a frown.

"You are" Xue Yiling thought hard, how could these two people look at the son they just met yesterday

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, concentrate on the painting." Jing Qingran spit out this sentence lightly, and it didn't seem to be in the mood to continue to pick out with him, at this time, it was important to look at the painting.

Zi Fang didn't know what to say, could it be that the two of them dressed as men yesterday This is not a blatant deception

"Are you called Zifang," Xue Yiling looked at Zifang and said.

"That's right." Zi Fang nodded, she felt that she didn't have the slightest need to hide her identity, she was not an undercover agent, and she was not a wanted criminal, it was okay, why hide her identity

It's embarrassing to be debunked.

"You" Xue Yiling pointed at her, opened her mouth wide, and was speechless.

"Childe, what's wrong with you" Xue Yiling's personal subordinate on the side asked him.

"It's okay." Xue Yiling said to him that it was okay, and continued to look at Zifang and asked: "You are a girl" Right, it really seems

"Can't you see it" Zi Yu frowned at him, but felt that yesterday, he did appear in front of him dressed as a man, and said: "Actually, Miss and I were women dressed as men yesterday, Xue Gongzi, I hope you don't go around talking about this matter." The voice was soft, almost coming to his side.

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