Ouyang Yi saw Dongfang Ying lose his temper again, and asked a little puzzled, "Isn't it Xiaoxue as you said?" ”

"I mean, it's called Ouyang Xue, what Ouyang Xiaoxue?"

"But... Pen, fun, pavilion www.biquge.info. . . ”

"But what? I said that if I called Ouyang Xue, I would call Ouyang Xue. "Dongfang Ying gave Lin Xue's snow character to Ouyang Xue because of Lin Xue's relationship.

"I still don't feel good, after all, her mother gave her a name."

"What happened to her mother? Tell you that I am Xiaoxue's godmother from today onwards, you remember it for me. Dongfang Ying never forgave Ouyang Xue's mother.

"What? Are you going to be her godmother? ”

"What? You don't agree, don't you? It's okay not to be a godmother, then you have to be her own mother. Dongfang Ying said tentatively.

"Okay, you'll be her godmother."

"Okay." Although Dongfang Ying was a little disappointed, after all, he resolved the misunderstanding with Ouyang Yi. Since then, Dongfang Ying ran to Ouyang Yi's house when she had nothing to do, Ouyang Xue slowly accepted this godmother, in her childhood memories, only this godmother and father grew up with her, and she had no memory of her biological mother.

Dongfang Ying looked at the photos on the table and muttered, "Twenty years have passed, and Xiaoxue has grown up." But my good sister, you haven't heard from you, I really miss you! Dongfang Ying has never let go of Lin Xue, because without her, he would not have embarked on today's path, and Ouyang Yi may also be in prison, let alone become a well-known rich man in Shenzhou who is now in this rich country, and his younger brother Dongfang Jie cannot become such a successful person now, presumably his younger brother's family business is more than Ouyang Yi's. But Dongfang Ying never expected that Lin Xue at this time was already the wife of the underground emperor of Sioux City, and she single-handedly pushed her husband Zhang Xiaodan to this position. And the reason for all this is only understood by Lin Xue, and outsiders do not know.

After Qian Long and Yang Wei sent Wu Qianqian away, they were ready to play for a few days, they knew that if there was news from Hangzhou, they would start to implement the plan to deal with Zhang Xiaodan, at that time, they had no chance to play if they wanted to, this mission could be said to be nine deaths, and the two tacitly prepared to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Sioux City.

Yang Wei called the driver of the taxi to drive the Bentley prepared for them by the manager of Sioux City and went out to the ancient town of Sioux City. Yang Wei said to the driver, "Are you playing with me?" Or is it free? ”

"You two go play! I'm looking for a place to wipe the car hahaha... The driver said very interestingly.

"Isn't that okay? We're planning to spend a little more time here, and we don't know when we'll be back! "Yang Wei didn't plan to go back to the hotel today.

"So? It's okay, I'll arrange it myself. ”

"Here's for you." After speaking, Yang Wei took out 10,000 yuan in cash and handed it to the driver.

"What does that mean?" The driver didn't understand why Yang Wei gave him money, could it be that he was ready not to use himself.

"Take it and go free! All expenses are mine, hehehe... If it's not enough, you can put it on your own first, and I'll make it up for you when you go back, okay? ”

"No, I've brought my own money, how can I spend your money casually?" The driver knew that he was paying for himself before he put his mind at ease.

"It's okay, you take it, it's the employee benefits at that time, hehehe...

"Alright! Then I'll thank you Miss first. ”

"You're welcome, you go get busy, Qian Long and I will go first."

"Goodbye Miss, you two pay attention, there are many people in these attractions, and there are also a lot of thieves." The driver reminded that he knew that many thieves were wandering back and forth here, and that there was a lot of cash on the passengers from other places.

Qian Long and Yang Wei walked hand in hand in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and the two who forgot their feelings for a while were intoxicated with sweetness. Qian Long looked at these ancient buildings and reminded him of his thoughts, and he didn't know what the Qing Dynasty was like now. Is it good for your pure child and queen mother? How are thousands of people doing? Will those princes and nobles have the heart of rebellion? Can Chun'er handle all this?

"Qian Long, you see?" Yang Wei shouted.

"What?"

"Wen Zhengming's handwritten poems!" Yang Wei excitedly pointed to a stone tablet.

"Yes! Wen Zhengming's handwriting is so beautiful, it is worthy of being an iron painting silver hook. Qian Long appreciated.

"It's beautiful, but your handwriting is also very good."

"Look at the house over there, it seems to be selling calligraphy and paintings?"

"It should be, let's go see." Yang Wei followed Qian Long's point and looked over, and an ancient house had famous food written on it. The two walked into the famous restaurant, and there were a lot of calligraphy and paintings in it, and more than a dozen tourists who liked calligraphy and painting were enjoying it with relish.

"Qian Long, do you think these are genuine?" Yang Wei looked at Qian Long.

"Most of them aren't, but one or two of them should really be treasures of the town."

"I think so, if it's all genuine, how much does it cost?"

"It's not just a matter of money, there aren't many calligraphy and paintings that can be preserved to this day, you see there are so many here, is it possible that all the calligraphy and paintings that have been preserved in the world are here?"

"Huh。。。。。 You see this? Yang Wei pulled Qian Long to the front of a calligraphy and painting, and saw that there were four big characters written on it, and the inscription below turned out to be Qianlong.

"This 。。。。。"

"When did you write it?" Yang Wei asked with a smile.

"I don't think I wrote it, but the handwriting really looks a little like mine."

"Hehehe... Did you write it when you were old, and you couldn't even hold a brush at that time? Yang Wei said naughtily.

"Impossible, what kind of merry talent? I don't even know who I'm referring to? ”

"Of course you don't know, when you were the emperor, there was a talented man named Ji Xiaolan, who was known as the first genius in the world, and also compiled the Siku Quanshu for you!"

"Really? But I haven't seen him, have I? ”

"Of course, you're still young! He hasn't been admitted to the top yet, how can you see him? ”

"Oh... I see! When I go back, I will definitely check this merry genius Ji Xiaolan on the Internet. ”

"Look, there's a landscape painting by Wen Zhengming." Yang Wei said.

"Yes, it's Wen Zhengming's, I think it looks like the real thing."

"Really?"

"Well... This painting is really good. Qian Long looked at Wen Zhengming's landscape paintings with fascination, and muttered to himself, "Leaning on the railing and looking down on the pavilion, the space is just right."

The pine shade is old, and the autumn maple leaves are new.

The mountains are forested, and the flowing water is clean and rippled.

Jiake brings the piano to the place, and it should be the same tune. ”

"Is this gentleman really a man who knows how to draw? With Qianlong's poems, it's really just right! Hahaha" The boss heard Qian Long's poetry and walked over.

"What?" Qian Long asked curiously.

"The poem that Mr. chanted just now was made by Qianlong Ye for this painting back then! Don't you know? ”

"Oh... I really don't know. Qian Long thought to himself, "This is my feeling, how can it be a poem written by Qianlong Ye back then?" How did he know that the poems he had written in his life had been collected by He Shen and handed over to Ji Xiaolan to make a collection of poems to please him.

"If you like it, sir, why don't you buy this painting?" The boss took the opportunity to peddle.

"I don't know how much?" Qian Long was a little tempted.