Lan Gongzi was speechless and watched this Shen girl leave angrily, and sighed slightly.

In fact, he really didn't mean to insult her.

The appearance of the scar on her right cheek, in his opinion, seemed to be a sign of poisoning, and he wanted to remind this Shen girl, but he didn't expect to be misunderstood.

Shaking his head, Lan Gongzi looked at the picture scroll in his hand, and no longer delayed time, and hurriedly walked out of the study.

In the study, some students and scholars who have not yet left are still talking about the paintings just now.

What Shen Niannian said when he left just now made them feel a little more comfortable.

Life on the border is hard, and the people are not rich.

For some people, they may not have seen what a hundred taels of silver looks like in their lives, let alone that those seven paintings actually made an ugly girl in the countryside get nearly five hundred taels of silver, how can it be impossible for people not to be blushing.

Although everyone present is a scholar, not everyone can treat money as dung, so Shen Niannian has so much money, which will definitely make people think a little carefully.

After all, in the eyes of many people, why does such an ugly country girl have more money than they read?

This kind of psychology will inevitably make people jealous, but Shen Niannian's words when he was leaving suddenly made this jealousy disappear.

Look at!

Sure enough, I guessed correctly, how could this ugly girl have such valuable seven paintings, it seems that she really helped others sell them on her behalf.

Maybe that person was the one who made these paintings!

There was a whisper of conversation in the study, some were still talking about the auction of the scroll just now, and some were talking about the contents of the book with their friends, and they regained their calm for a while.

Boss Lin pursed his lips and sighed lightly, thinking of the painting that Lan Gongzi had taken away, he felt a little regretful.

That Lan Gongzi, surnamed Lan Yuwen, he knew himself, he was a military advisor in the military camp guarding the border, he had seen this Lan Gongzi beside King Ling, so he also knew very well that this Lan Yuwen bought this painting, it must be for King Ling.

And he, in King Ling's study, once saw a painting that was almost the same as the "Ink Eagle", even if he came to this frontier, he also carried that painting with him, which shows that King Ling attached great importance to that painting.

No wonder, this Lan Gongzi did not hesitate to compete with him for four hundred taels of silver!

Shaking his head slightly, Boss Lin turned around and entered the back room, walked directly to the desk, picked up the graphite and slowly sharpened it, closed his eyes, and gradually began to recall the charm of the painting in his mind......

Lan Yuwen got the painting, and rode back to the barracks directly.

Now it is an eventful season, some time ago they have found the traces of those Hu people's spies, in order to prevent accidents, King Ling directly ordered, ordered the people of the Black Wing Battalion to guard directly outside the border city, not to give those Hu people the slightest opportunity.

"Yo, Mr. Lan is back, did you bring us back the things that my brother wanted?"

As soon as Lan Yuwen got off the horse, soldiers surrounded him, looking at the horse excitedly one by one.

The barracks were strictly controlled, and the monthly vacation was on rotation, and if you wanted to leave the barracks once, you might have to wait in line for months, so every time the soldiers who were able to go out would be entrusted with the task of helping the brothers in the barracks to bring back some jerky or other things.

Lan Yuwen, as a military advisor personally ordered by King Ling, although he did not have as many restrictions as ordinary soldiers when entering and leaving the camp, he could not go out often, but even if he returned once a month, it was enough for the brothers to envy.

In addition, Lan Yuwen is a gentle person, although his stomach is full of bad water, but he treats his brothers in his camp well, and his popularity is also very good, so every time he goes out of the camp, he will try to help carry things.

Only this time it was different.

Lan Yuwen looked at the many brothers, a hint of apology appeared on his face, and he hugged his fists and said, "I'm sorry, brothers, I forgot something this time, I'll help you bring it next time, I still have something to see the prince soon, the prince is in the camp now?" ”

Everyone was suddenly a little disappointed, but they didn't have any ideas in their hearts, they just nodded one after another, "The prince doesn't seem to be in a good mood." ”

Lan Yuwen was stunned for a moment, and after everyone had retreated, he hurriedly walked towards King Ling's tent.

The huge tent was very simplely furnished, the wooden bed where he slept was separated from the office on weekdays by a six-sided screen, a low desk table was placed in front of the screen, and in front of the desk sat a burly man.

The man wore a purple and gold crown with a bundle of hair on his head, a pair of eyes that shot cold stars, two curved eyebrows like paint, wearing a dark cloud bat pattern power suit, a jade belt of excellent color tied around his waist, and a black coat, even if he sat quietly in front of the desk, his fierce aura was also unstoppable.

This person is King Ling, Yi Qinglan.

Yi Qinglan looked at the painting on the table expressionlessly at this time.

In the painting, an ink eagle perched on a branch is spreading its wings and soaring, but there are obvious traces of tea stains in the corner of the scroll, which is a pity for a good painting.

But in his mind, a childish and slightly red little face appeared, with a soothing smile, but it was the only salvation in his dark memory.

Now, is even her gone?

When Lan Yuwen opened the curtain and walked in, what he saw was Yi Qinglan's gloomy face.

Knowing that his friend hadn't come out of the blow of that incident, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

However, the deceased has passed away, and the living people naturally have to live better, although King Ling is famous outside, he is just a young man who has just come of age after all.

"What's the matter?"

There was not a trace of mood swings in the tent.

If others listened to it, they would definitely feel frightened, but Lan Yuwen was different.

I saw him laugh aloud twice, and he didn't have the pretentious appearance he had outside, he stepped forward and sat down opposite Yi Qinglan, and unceremoniously poured himself a bowl of tea.

Yi Qinglan frowned slightly, but he didn't mind Lan Yuwen's offense, but he was in a bad mood at this time and didn't want to be disturbed.

"Lord, when I went to the street today, I bought a painting." Lan Yuwen knew that he was in a depressed mood, and he didn't dare to sell Guan Zi, but handed the scroll in his hand in front of him.

Seeing this, Yi Qinglan suddenly surged with anger in his chest, slammed the table, and roared gloomily, "Lan Yuwen, do you also want to be like them and come to persecute this king?!" ”

Lan Yuwen's heart jumped, and he quickly shook his head and sighed, "Lord Wang, I have known you for ten years, and others don't understand you and me, can you still not understand me?" I know that you still miss her, so you always carry with you the painting she once gave you, and if you look at this painting in my hand, you will understand what I mean. ”