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Lan Xi was stunned, and his face changed greatly, but the word surprise had a lot more meaning than the word surprise just now. "Shopkeeper Liu, do you remember who made those paintings?"

Shopkeeper Liu shook his head with a difficult face, "Forgive Liu for being lonely and unheard, I really don't know." Those paintings seem to have been painted randomly, and they are not even signed, but the brushwork is from one person. ”

Lan Xi raised his eyebrows and thought for a while, since there was no payment, it must be because he recognized who painted the painting at a glance. It's just that this Tao Ranju also collects some paintings by literati and artists, some famous and some unknown, who can make Jingbei Hou's face change greatly? "Did all of that person's paintings be bought by Jingbei Hou?" Lan Xi was very curious about what kind of painting was worth Jingbei Hou's money, whether it was for painting, or for the person who painted? It's just a pity that she heard Yingfeng mention it earlier, saying that she had bought it all, so she couldn't go directly to Jingbei Hou's study and beg her father-in-law to let her see it, right?

Hou Ye asked to buy all the paintings of this person, and Liu also thought that they were sold out. Yesterday, I found another one in a box of broken antiques, and it looked like it had gone wrong in framing, and it was half stained, and it was discarded in that place. ”

Lan Xi was already hopeless, but now he was overjoyed, "Really? Hurry up and get it for me. ”

Shopkeeper Liu naturally didn't dare to slack off, and quickly went downstairs to the warehouse, and after a while, he really took a scroll of paintings. The painting scroll was already a little old and yellowed because it was lost in the broken antique, and it was already a little old and yellowed, but Lan Xi didn't mind at all, and when he took the painting, he couldn't wait to unfold it. It's just that, looking at it this way, her face has also changed a lot.

"Ma'am?" Mother Qin saw that her face was not very good-looking, lest she was unstable and affect the fetus in her womb, so she hurriedly called softly.

Lan Xi came to his senses, but his face was still a little stunned, and after a while, he said, "Shopkeeper Liu can be sure that this painting and the one that Jingbei Hou bought earlier are all from one person?" ”

"The same no payment, the same penmanship, should be one person." Shopkeeper Liu's business of playing calligraphy and painting has not been a day or two, and he still has a little eyesight.

The light in Lan Xifeng's eyes sank little by little, "I'll take this painting away, Shopkeeper Liu will go and get busy!" As he spoke, he rolled up the painting, then stood up and hurried away with Qin's mother and a few maids.

Shopkeeper Liu was a little puzzled, he thought that although the paintings were good, they were not made by everyone, so the price was not mediocre. But looking at the performance of Jingbei Hou and his owner, could it be that he was really clumsy and missed the peerless treasure?

All the way to the Jingbei Hou Mansion without a word, everyone saw Lan Xi frowning, and hugged the scroll along the way, knowing that she had something on her mind, and everyone was silent, not daring to say more.

Who knows, when he arrived at Qingpingju, Lan Xi hugged the painting and was about to plunge into the study. But it was Mother Qin who grabbed Lan Xi and said in a low voice, "The old slave doesn't know what is important to Madame, but you can take care of your own body now." ”

Lan Xi was stunned for a moment, then his face changed slightly, he put his hand on his abdomen, his face changed a few times, and then finally calmed down a little bit, "Mom reminds me that no matter how important things are, they can't compare to their own body now." Lan Xi thought that when Mrs. Lan San was pregnant with Brother Shu as a child, Yu Nanxing specially explained that she was in a peaceful and happy mood, which was good for the child.

Seeing Lan Xi like this, Qin's mother relieved her heart, helped Lan Xi into the main room, led her to sit on the kang, and said, "The old slave goes and asks Hua'er to stew bird's nest for you, you can eat some." ”

Lan Xi nodded, and then as if she remembered something, her eyes narrowed, and she said, "Mom, let Hua'er be more vigilant in the future, and in addition, prepare two meals, and the one on the bright side will come according to my usual preferences." ”

Mother Qin's eyes flashed, and she already understood what Lan Xi meant, "Madam, don't worry, the old slave will arrange it." "What needs to be arranged, why not just a meal? Earlier, Qin's mother thought that Qingpingju was safe, but in this extraordinary period, there is no room for the slightest difference.

After Qin's mother left, Lan Xi looked at the painting scroll in her hand, smiled, and then threw the painting aside, that's it, Qin's mother reminded her right, now her important thing is only one thing, that is, the little thing in her stomach.

Thinking like this, she also lay down on the soft couch with peace of mind, thinking that she couldn't sleep, who knows, after a while, the sleepiness came up, a pillow of black sweetness, and when she woke up again, it was already dark outside the window.

"Madame is awake? Just right! This bird's nest porridge is being eaten. Mother Qin stepped forward with a smile holding the soup cup.

Lan Xi covered her lips and yawned, still a little tired, "Why have I slept for so long?" "And I feel like I want to sleep right now.

Mother Qin was a little carefree, still smiling, "Madam, don't worry, this is all normal." You eat and sleep more, this little master will grow well in your belly! ”

Lan Xi sneered and thought, dare to love this is to raise people as pigs! But anyway, I still didn't say anything, I took the soup cup and put it on the low table, although I still didn't have much appetite, but I scooped it up one spoonful at a time, but my eyebrows were always frowning.

Mother Qin was also distressed when she saw it, but after all, it was for the good of her and the child, she gritted her teeth and didn't open her mouth, she ate a few more bites, and when she saw it, she seemed to be sick to her stomach, so she hurriedly said, "Then don't eat it!" The old slave let them set up a stove in this room, and the lady could heat it up at any time if she wanted to eat. ”

Lan Xi was really a little unable to eat, nodded and said, "Let's eat it later!" ”

After sleeping for a while, she was still a little sleepy at first, and she went down to eat something, but she was sleepy, so Lan Xi asked Fangcao to light the lamp, and asked July to run to the backyard study to take the painting she copied a few days ago. Lan Xi turned on the light, spread out the two paintings on the table, looked at them carefully, and once again made sure that he really didn't look away. The technique and brushwork of this painting are the same as the one she saw in the study of the Marquis of Jingbei a few days ago. According to Geng Xiwu, it is a painting of her mother-in-law who died early, and the painting paper in her hand is the wood grain Shengxuan that only prevailed in Beijing ten years ago, and naturally it cannot be made by her mother-in-law, that is, there is a person who is good at copying it and painted it with her mother-in-law's technical brushwork, such as this one painted by Lan Xi.

At this point, Lan Xi had already understood the reason why Jingbei Hou's face changed greatly when he saw those paintings, and he bought them all. Lan Xi has only seen it once, and he can recognize his mother-in-law's penmanship, as a pillow person, how can Jingbei Hou not recognize it?