The two of them were not familiar with each other, and after sitting down, they couldn't help but stare at each other, one closed his eyes to recuperate, and the other fiddled with the big wrench on his short and thick fingers.

Mrs. Liu and the girls are not leaving, nor are they staying, one by one, they are looking at the two powerful ministers, and suddenly looking at the poor little maid, some are embarrassed and pitiful, some are mocking and laughing, and some are self-pitying.

Jiaohe squinted at the green warbler, knowing that this cheap hoof was gone, and he was not afraid that Feng Yuan would recognize him, Li Shengsheng walked in front of everyone and sneered at her.

The green warbler's face was already as white as paper, and she noticed a beam of poisonous light shooting towards her, and turned her head to look, but she didn't recognize who it was. How could she have the heart to take care of anything else at this time, she resented Feng Yuan in her heart, and her only hope was that the painting was fake.

At this time, the entourage sent by Zhang Ke had turned around with a rectangular brocade box in his hand, Feng Yuan's eyes lit up, and he stood up, his eyes full of eagerness, staring directly at the box.

Zhang Ke pursed his lips proudly, took the brocade box with square steps in his hand, and solemnly placed it on the table.

When he took out the painting, an extremely thick scroll appeared in front of Feng Yuan's eyes, more than a foot wide, simple and solemn. Zhang Ke waved his hand to beckon two entourage, one left and one right to open the painting shaft on both sides, the green warbler fixed his eyes and looked, the length can be ten feet, the drawing line is complicated, graceful and elegant, it is indeed a good painting.

Her heart sank, and she had a vague intuition, this painting did not seem to be fake. Her heart was like a rabbit jerboa, bumping and bumping, and she looked at Feng Yuan in shock.

Feng Yuan had already walked up to the painting, encapsulated the entire painting in his eyes, occasionally swept some parts of his eyes, and raised his eyebrows to think about it. Everyone waited for a moment, only to see that his brows were loose, and his face was as warm and cheerful as spring returning to the earth, "Huizong's painting style belongs to the yellow school, the east slope is rough and heroic, and the two of them are iron lines when they paint, and this painting depicts the orchid leaf line, a sense of Wu with the wind, it is painted by Wu Gong himself, it is a real work." ”

"Ding-bang", the green warbler seems to be able to hear her own heart, and instantly falls into the river from the peak of the 10,000-zhang high, like a scale, and there is no shadow in a blink of an eye. She really guessed well, the painting is genuine, the light in the person's eyes, the love for the painting will be revealed, joy, love, madness, where is this to look at the painting, it is clearly looking at the lover of the previous life, how can she compare?

I was jealous and angry in my heart, like a balance, on one side is love and jealousy, on the other side is anger and hatred, I am worried and tossing, I don't know what to do.

Zhang Ke squinted at Feng Yuan, with a sour breath in his heart, thinking that he only knew the authenticity of this painting after he found someone to identify it in many ways. Thinking like this, he didn't say it: "Lord Feng is really talented, haha, let this official admire." ”

Sweeping the fat rabbit with a white face, he ordered his entourage to put the painting into the brocade box, and personally held the box and smiled at Feng Yuan: "This official doesn't know how to paint, keeping this painting is really playing the piano to the cow, the sword is given to the hero, the famous painting is given to the talent, Lord Feng and accept it." ”

Feng Yuan smiled in his eyes, nodded, took the painting box, and solemnly held it in his arms. Everyone looked at the green warbler, and the beauty changed its name to the painting, which was tacit among everyone. At this time, they wondered, is this little girl crying or laughing, struggling or welcome?

To everyone's surprise, Lu Ying's face was blank, as if she was an outsider, and she only looked at Feng Yuan fixedly.

When everyone was surprised, there was a sudden surprise from Zhang Ke: "Lord Feng? Everyone hurriedly turned their heads together and looked at Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan couldn't put it down, touched the green pine texture carved on the Nanmu painting box, felt the hard sonorous under his palm, but his heart softened, and he turned to look at the green warbler.

Dressed in a light purple coarse cloth, fat and fat like an old woman's clothes, but she can wear it, but it is still as fresh as a bud on a treetop. The beads on the head of the crow green are simple, the face is as white as lotus lotus, the eyes are as big as grape grains, and there is a hidden affection between the veins. Feng Yuan recalled the grinding of his ears and temples in recent days, and suddenly felt a little trance and reluctance.

His eyes must be opposite, facing the four eyes of the green warbler, like a stone throwing into the water, and there are ripples in his heart instantly. He shook his head, put down the painting box, arched his hand towards Zhang Ke, and said with a smile: "No merit is not lost, this official is willing to buy this painting with 5,000 taels of silver, I don't know if Master Zhang thinks it is feasible?" ”

As soon as these words fell, everyone's jaws suddenly dropped, and the girls looked at each other and muttered to the green warbler, and sighed in their hearts: Sure enough, the beauty is bewitching, and the little girl is jealous and sour. Even Mrs. Liu felt that Lu Ying's figure was suddenly burly, tall and noble, and suddenly a golden cash cow beckoned to her.

The green warbler's pale face turned into a pink color, and the heart that jumped to her throat fell back with a thud, and the cold sweat all over her body dried up instantly, as if she had died and been reborn, and it was a false alarm. After being surprised and happy, he cried with joy, tears fell on his cheeks, and his eyes looked at Feng Yuan dimly, and he wanted to cry in his arms.

Zhang Ke twitched the corners of his mouth, waited for him for a long time, but it was such a disappointing reply, and secretly scolded this Feng Yuan in his heart, but his face was smiling: "Eh, Lord Feng is polite, wouldn't it hurt the friendship between our brothers by mentioning money?" Paintings are dead things, and they are worthless, so they are better than "

How could Feng Yuan not understand this unfinished meaning, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, and opened his mouth to say: "Lord Zhang's kindness is understood by the official, although Wu Gong's work is precious, but the confidante is even more rare." ”

Hey, interesting! Zhang Ke saw that he was taking such a treasure as this fat rabbit, and his heart itched even more. He paced two steps to Feng Yuan, squeezed his eyebrows and said, "It's better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone, what does Lord Feng think?" ”

When Feng Yuan heard this, he looked at him with a filthy smile on his face, and inexplicably felt disgust and disgust in his heart, his face was calm, his lips were pursed, and he was silent and cold.

Zhang Ke didn't give up, and furrowed his rough brows. The eyeballs purred a few times, and he struggled in his heart, and finally stomped his feet and was ruthless. He gritted his teeth and tightened his dough, cut his flesh and said: "In addition to the "Heavenly King Sending His Son", this official will send Lord Feng another "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map" by Huang Zijiu, I hope that Lord Feng can cut his love, haha." ”

Hearing this, Feng Yuan's face softened, and his eyebrows became contemplative.

He was silent, Zhang Ke was happy, hey, there is a door!

The green warbler was so frightened that her heart flew up and stuck in her throat, she also knew how much Wenmo was, and knew how valuable these two paintings were, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were as expensive as a thousand gold. Do you really want to give yourself to that adult? She told herself, no, since he had come, and he had just resigned, he would not compromise lightly.

But then I thought that I was so low, not as good as any painting!

Her heart was in a mess, she didn't care about being angry with Feng Yuan anymore, regardless of the eyes of the people present, she walked behind him, shook her hands, climbed his cuffs with five fingers, grabbed a handful of silk cloth and grabbed it tightly in the palm of her hand, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and pulled it twice from behind.

The green warbler vaguely had the intention of breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, and this strength made it big, Feng Yuan was unprepared, and was almost pulled by her.

His mind was in a hurry, his heels were fixed, he could stabilize his body, his brows were twisted into pimples, and he looked back at her with a gloomy face.