Chapter Seventy-Three

No one took a painting for Ye Huan, just looked at Ye Huan angrily, Ye Huan snorted coldly, took a few steps, and held the painting in his hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Changfeng regarded this painting as a treasure, and when he saw Ye Huan snatching it away, he was shocked, worried that Ye Huan would go crazy and destroy the painting.

"Quick, quick, stop him!" Li Changfeng shouted.

Li Yuanzheng, Li Yuantu hurriedly stood up, waved his hand and said, "You put it down!"

Zhao Changle said: "You have to be careful, everyone is watching, if you destroy it, see if you can afford it!"

"Heh, don't say it's a fake painting, even if it's a real painting, I can afford it!" Ye Huan said.

"What, fake painting?" everyone said: "He said it's a fake painting, how is it possible?"

Zhao Changle's temples jumped suddenly: "You, don't talk nonsense!"

"Oh, nonsense! Ben Dashao will let you see for a long time today!"

Ye Huan shook his wrist and shook the painting away, a long scroll, the beauty sat in the moonlight, barefoot in the cold water of the clear stream, and a picture of the beauty's feet jumped on the paper.

Ye Huan took a chopstick and dipped it in the vegetable soup on the painting. Li Changfeng shouted: "Stop, don't ruin the good painting!"

Ye Huan sneered, used chopsticks as a pen and vegetable soup as ink, and waved his big hand and said: "Tang Yin is a native of the Ming Dynasty, and it has been three or four hundred years since he went in. ”

Everyone was stunned and said, "Then why do you say that this painting is fake!"

Ye Huan said: "The paper is real, can't the painting be fake." The Ming Dynasty rice paper used for painting is good, but the painting is only recently. The ink color is newly dyed, and it is not long after it is put into the paper, and the two are compared, and you can see it at a glance. Afterwards, it should be aged with strong tea and aromatherapy. If you don't believe me, you can smell it and paint a smell of tea and smoke. ”

"This ......," someone stretched out his nose and sniffed, "There is a smell of tea." ”

Ye Huan's chopsticks swung down, sliding a smudge on the painting, and finally stopped on the chest of the plain girl in the painting.

Ye Huan said: "Look at the clothes of this maid again, the Ming Dynasty costumes have been in ancient times, the scholars are dressed on the left, and the civilians are on the right, so you can divide the noble and the low, you open your eyes and see, where did this little maid come from to have the courage to be on the left!"

Some people don't know that Ye Huan is right and left in his mouth, and he can't understand it with his eyes open. Li Changfeng's face was as pale as earth, and he said, "...... Left ......"

Zhao Changle's face was red, and cold sweat fell down his face, and he said, "Why can't she wear the left hat!"

Li Changfeng sighed: "The ancient costumes were strictly hierarchical, if it was a civilian, it would be fine, the woman in this painting was obviously the maid of the high-ranking official's house, if it was left, she would be killed." ”

"This, what's the ...... about this" Zhao Changle said: "Maybe he is wearing the wrong one, right wearing the wrong one!"

"What a mistake!" Ye Huan's chopsticks pointed down and stopped at a seal: "You all recognize it, this is Qianlong's seal, and this seal is there, which proves that Qianlong has collected it." ”

Li Changfeng nodded, just now he was sure that the painting was genuine, and it was because of this seal. He said: "It may also be a pseudo-painting of the Ming Dynasty, which has been passed down to the present and has some value." ”

"Huh. Ye Huan laughed: "Qianlong calls himself a perfect old man, in my opinion, he is just self-proclaiming." He wrote tens of thousands of poems in his life, but none of them have been handed down. He prefers vassal elegance, collects ancient paintings, and loves to leave seals on paintings, which is known as Qianlong brand psoriasis. The chapter on this painting is true, but it is completely different from the surrounding drawing paper. Whether it's true or not, you can see it at a glance. ”

"Pity you......" Ye Huan sighed: "There is no distinction between truth and falsehood, there are things without beads!"

As their gaze swept over, everyone lowered their heads and felt a little hot on their faces. Ye Huan is talking about painting, but at the same time, he is also talking about people.

The Li family dislikes the poor and loves the rich, and when they saw Zhao Changle take out an ancient painting, they treated it as a guest of honor, and when they saw that Ye Huan took out the cheap gift, they had a contempt. But at this moment, Ye Huan suddenly pointed out that this painting was fake, so that everyone's faces had no place to rest.

Everyone's eyes looked at Zhao Changle, and Zhao Changle blushed as if he had been in the sun for three days.

"I, I, I ......"

stammered for a long time, but did not say a complete sentence, and everyone's eyes made him eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Li Qingya's face became iron-blue, from green to white, from white to black, staring at Zhao Changle deadly, and said, "The painting is fake!"

"Qingya, I don't know ...... either"

"The painting is fake. ”

"I, I ......"

"The painting is fake. ”

Li Qingya's four words were aggressive, Zhao Changle was cornered, and suddenly said: "What if it's fake, why should I show you the real painting, who are you!"

"I'm ......" Li Qingya bit her lower lip, pointed to the door, and said, "You get out of me!"

"Get out!" Zhao Changle waved his hand and said, "Let's go, Li Qingya, don't think I don't know what you mean by calling me, you think I'm stupid, hum!"

Zhao Changle stepped out and slammed the door slammed into the door with his big hand.

In fact, if Ye Huan just pointed out that this painting was fake, Zhao Changle said that he didn't know it, and he bought it at the price of the real painting, so everyone would only feel sorry for him, but they wouldn't blame him.

But Zhao Changle Chengfu couldn't do it, and he kept refuting at the beginning, wanting to prove that the painting was real. On the contrary, I want to cover it, and there are no three hundred taels of silver here.

was forced by Li Qingya again, he couldn't hide it, and immediately became angry and embarrassed, revealing everything. Prove that he knew in advance that the painting was fake.

What does it mean to fool Li Changfeng with a fake painting, and treat the Li family as fools?

Compared with his politeness just now, the two things form a huge irony.

Ye Huan picked up Hua Xiaoqing and said, "Let's go, go and treat your injuries." ”

"You stop!" Li Qingya suddenly roared.

Ye Huan turned his head and saw Li Qingya, whose left face was red and swollen, glaring at him angrily, with a raging flame in his eyes.

"You saw it just now, why don't you say it, why don't you say it!" Li Qingya roared while crying: "You just want to see my jokes, you just look down on me, you just look down on me......"

"Unreasonable. Ye Huan mixed with Hua Xiaoqing and said, "Let's go." ”

Ye Huan took two steps, suddenly turned his head, and looked at the Li family: "I remember how the Li family treated me today, and I hope you will remember it too." If something asks me in the future, even if I kneel to the door, I will not agree. ”

Everyone was stunned, not understanding the meaning of Ye Huan's words. I only found that Ye Huan took a few more glances at Li Changfeng.

"Stop, make your words clear!" Li Qingya roared: "What did I say just now, the painting is fake!"

"Think about it yourself, if you don't understand, ask your family again!" Ye Huan grabbed Hua Xiaoqing and walked out the door. ignored Li Qingya's roar, leaving her with only a back.

"You stop, you stop!" Li Qingya cried and shouted, until Ye Huan helped Hua Xiaoqing's back to disappear, and she lay on Li Qingmeng's shoulder and cried non-stop.

"Sister, he bullied me, he bullied me......"

"He didn't bully you. Li Qingmeng patted her sister on the shoulder.

"But he had already seen that the painting was fake, so why didn't he say it, why didn't he say it!

Li Qingmeng shook his head: "Silly sister, he deliberately didn't say it for your own good." ”

"For me?" Li Qingya raised her head in surprise.

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