Qiao Zhao spread out his hands and looked left and right. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Houcheng was an anxious child, and couldn't help but ask her: "What are you looking for? Could it be that you lost the painting?"

That's not a good excuse.

The little girl didn't raise her eyelids, and said lightly: "The painting is not lost, I am looking for 'demeanor'." ”

Demeanor?

The three of them were stunned.

"What is 'demeanor'?" Thinking that there was a homonym, Yang Houcheng asked again.

The little girl's autumn-like eyes swept over Chi Can, and patiently explained: "The wind of grace, the degree of generosity, is for the grace." ”

At this moment, the three of them understood, Zhu Yan and Yang Houcheng glanced at each other, looked at Chi Can together, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Chi Can's cold face like white jade quickly turned black.

Since meeting this girl, the number of times he has been jointly ridiculed by his two friends has increased dramatically.

He strode up to Qiao Zhao and reached out to pinch her pointed chin: "Bold, do you know who I am?"

The little girl blinked and said tentatively, "Life-saving benefactor?"

Chi Gongzi's anger was like a sharply inflated balloon, which was punctured by a needle at once, and he stared at the little girl in front of him who was not as good as his armpit, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he let go silently.

This girl must have come to restrain him, right?

The muffled laughter of the two friends sounded in his ears, and Ji Can took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves and left.

When his figure disappeared at the door of the cabin, Yang Houcheng almost smiled and bent over, and said to Qiao Zhao: "Girl, my brother will cover you in the future." ”

The person who can make Chi Gongzi eat deflated frequently is really rare.

Qiao Zhao curtsto: "Thank you Brother Yang for your love." ”

Zhu Yan's lips moved, he wanted to say something, and finally glanced at Yang Houcheng and didn't say anything more.

There was only a moment of silence on the deck, and Chi Can rushed out of the cabin like a whirlwind, startling Zhu Yan and the others, who were familiar with his temperament.

"Are there any thieves? or have you encountered a wolf?" Yang Houcheng pressed his right hand on the scabbard at his waist, looking nervous.

"What a wolf, come in with me!" Chi Chan shouted, turned around and walked back.

Yang Houcheng muttered as he walked inside: "Let's be far away from Fucheng, so I said that it is impossible to meet the Japanese Kou." ”

Today's Liang is not the country and the people, there are Tatars in the north who frequently plunder and invade, and the Japanese along the coast in the south are in great trouble. In recent years, the disasters brought about by the Japanese have become more and more serious, and it has become a great headache for the imperial court.

Qiao Zhao looked at the figures of the three of them who disappeared at the door in turn, and followed quietly.

"This, what's going on?" Zhu Yan has always been calm, but at this moment, he looked at the duck play picture on the desk in the study, but he lost his temper.

Yang Houcheng shouted even more: "What the hell, I clearly remember that there is a cloud of ink here!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch it.

"Don't move!" Zhu Yan shouted, not caring that his tone was too harsh and tight, he took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around his fingers, and carefully pressed it lightly on the reflection of the small bridge on the painting.

He withdrew his hand, saw the faint ink on the snow-white handkerchief, his eyes shrank, and he suddenly looked at Qiao Zhao.

His friend's actions made Chi Can faintly guess something, but he couldn't believe it, his eyes were firmly locked on Qiao Zhao's face, and he opened his mouth: "You-"

The answer is too amazing to ask.

Qiao Zhao walked over slowly, picked up the long box on the bookcase, and handed it to Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan took it in a daze, and then, as if remembering something, quickly opened the long box and took out a painting from it.

The picture scroll unfolds, and it is a picture of a duck play!

The three of them stared at the ink on the duck play at the same time, and then looked down at the painting on the bookcase.

Except for the ink, the two paintings were exactly the same!

"It's exactly the same, this, how did this happen?" Zhu Yan muttered.

He has studied this very well, and naturally he can see that the two paintings in front of him are not only similar on the surface, but even the style and bones in them are the same.

"This is not copying, definitely not copying!" Zhu Yan shook his head again and again, looking at Qiao Zhao with a strange expression, "Miss Li, could it be that you also have Mr. Qiao's duck play?"

The duck play picture is Mr. Qiao's famous work in his early years, and there is more than one pair of them.

Qiao Zhao pointed to the handkerchief that was about to be crushed by Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan bowed his head.

The faint ink mark on the handkerchief reminded him of how ridiculous the question was.

He was deflated and asked, "How did you do that?"

A little girl can draw Mr. Qiao's famous works, to the point of being fake, isn't it ridiculous that he is quite complacent about his painting skills?

"Copying, didn't I say that I admire Mr. Joe and have been copying his paintings. Qiao Zhao said honestly.

She wasn't lying.

When she first started to learn to paint, her grandfather drew a duck and asked her to copy it for three years, and then spent half a year asking her to paint a duck in the pond behind the apricot forest.

In her grandfather's words, her ducks already have the same soul as his ducks. The soul is the same, even if the shape is different, others will think that it is from the hand of one person.

Her grandfather told her that her painting skills would only be successful when she could infuse her ducks with a soul that she understood.

It's a pity that she is not very talented in painting, and I am afraid that this life is hopeless.

"Copy?" Zhu Yan muttered these two words, lost his soul.

Of course, he didn't believe that it was as simple as copying, maybe it was talent.

"It's too similar, it's too similar! girl...... No, Miss Li, is this really what you painted?" Yang Houcheng stared at Qiao Zhao without blinking.

Qiao Zhao smiled at him and looked at Chi Can: "Brother Chi, can you make a deal like this?"

Chi Can's expression was quite complicated, and he was silent for a while before nodding, turning around and hurriedly walking out.

Yang Houcheng explained with a dry smile: "Don't care, that guy probably thinks he can't get off the stage." ”

Thinking of the shocking painting, he was suddenly embarrassed to call "little girl, little girl" again, turned his head to Zhu Yan and said, "It's weird inside, let's go out." ”

Zhu Yan glanced at Qiao Zhao deeply and nodded indiscriminately: "Hmm." ”

Back on the deck, Zhu Yan stood against the railing, silent.

Yang Houcheng patted him on the shoulder: "What's the matter, it's been hit?"

Zhu Yan smiled bitterly.

Ji Can, who was leaning on the railing, suddenly whispered, "She's really the daughter of a little revision?"

Not a person in a circle, he didn't know if there was such a Li Xiu in the Hanlin Academy, but he felt that such a family couldn't raise such a wise daughter.

"What's there to doubt about this, is she still lying in this regard?" Yang Houcheng disagreed.

Chi Can glanced at Zhu Yan before he said: "I just think it's too bizarre, Zizhe has been taught by a famous teacher since he was a child, and he can't make a painting like that." ”

Zhu Yan twitched the corners of his mouth.

It's depressed enough, and I'm still being pulled out for comparison, is there any humanity?

Yang Houcheng also glanced at Zhu Yan, and said with a grin: "This is not strange, people have different talents." For example, Mr. Qiao, who is famous all over the world, the world has never heard of his father's name. ”

Talent, talent......

Zhu Gongzi, who was successfully mended by another friend, silently swallowed a mouthful of blood.