This sentence shocked a thousand waves, they don't know what the rose is, but the peony is the perfect woman in their minds, last year's flood many people homeless came here to gather and beg, mercy on the heart of the peony cloth porridge, although the simple and simple face covered with a layer of light veil, but the tender eyes like water took away the hearts of many men, the market has the name of the living Bodhisattva, the prestige of the peony is not smaller than the great good man Wang Yuanwai, Wang Yuanwai has done ten years of good deeds, building bridges and paving roads to bless the people.

Lu Shusheng, who had long been unaccustomed to Young Master Shen, said sarcastically, "Blow you, don't blow your belly, there will be no miracle doctor to sew you up when the time comes......"

In the face of Lu Shusheng's sarcasm, Young Master Shen didn't care at all, could it be that other people's mouths stinked and emitted a foul smell, don't you get used to you brushing his teeth? The best way to deal with stinky farts is to ignore it, and he doesn't have the mood to deal with it, his mind flew far away and slowly recalled what he had just seen, and his heart aroused the urge to paint, thinking that he immediately said, "Come on, bring a pen and paper!" ”

Master Shen's painting is worth a thousand gold, and the surprised little boy crawled out of the house, and the other two servants quickly carried a few cases, and the little boy carefully laid out the good rice paper, put on the paint and ink, and waited quietly.

People who have opinions about Young Master Shen see that Young Master Shen, who is usually lazy, is rarely interested in painting, and suddenly they are silent, and they will talk about it when Young Master Shen finishes painting.

"Bring the wine!"

Shen Lin, a scholar who had long been familiar with Master Shen, hurriedly handed over his good daughter Hong, Master Shen picked up the chip, poured two sips, shook it hard, the cup touched, rolled twice on the ground, waved his big hand, with a trace of excitement and drunkenness, abandoned distracting thoughts, closed his eyes and recalled again, three seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, flashed like an arrow, picked up a brush and dipped it in Mozi to draw back and forth on the rice paper......

After a stick of incense, in the stunned eyes of the talents, Master Shen put down the brush and let the little boy hang up, and looked at the fairy in the painting in intoxication.

"Shen Dashao, is she Miss Rose?"

Young Master Shen didn't answer, he continued to look at the painting, the more he looked at it, the more dissatisfied he became, he felt that he hadn't painted the charm yet, he thought about stepping forward, and was about to tear the painting when the little boy who understood him exclaimed, "Don't"

Why can Master Shen's paintings be worth a thousand gold, not that he paints less but his stinky temper, once he feels that there is a trace of flaw in the painting, he will tear it off, and there are no less than 100 paintings torn off by him, and there are only three of them in circulation in the market at present, and they are still preserved under the strong suppression of the old ancestor of Master Shen.

After understanding the habits of Master Shen, one of the four great talents, Shen Kuo, and the second son of Shen Kuo rushed to the painting, tore off the painting and circled it, hid it in his sleeve, and protested loudly, "Brother, your stinky temper needs to be changed, and if you tear this painting again, you will be a sinner through the ages." ”

The others nodded in agreement, and the woman in the painting was like a fairy who had made a mistake and was relegated to the earth, thinking about the happy life in the sky and the sorrow of not being able to go back to the bright moon, contradictory but not contradictory, especially the lips, the cherry lips looked like a smile and it was not.

"Shen Da, this is your mistake, what a pity it is to tear up such a peerless painting!"

"Young Master Shen, you don't want me to buy it, I'll pay 100,000 taels of gold to buy your paintings."

"Young Master Shen......"

You say a word to me, the small corridor is noisy, and even the maids in the various wings have come out to inquire about the news, and discuss what attracts talented people to gather together, this phenomenon is rare in a hundred years, the ladies who found the news resisted curiosity and jealousy, frowning and envious of the new rose, they have been sitting on a cold stool for several days, which is like she has not yet been listed and there are talented people fighting for her.

The peony wing room is in the only wing room on the top floor, and the dressed peony said lightly to the maid, "What's wrong outside, it's so noisy." ”

The maid didn't want to tell Miss Peony and make her worried, but the more she thought about it, the more resentful she became, pouting and cursing, "The fox spirit from nowhere cast a spell to make the men gather where she is, and even the four talented men are here." Damn, I'm going to pull out her tail......"

Peony doesn't think so, she doesn't believe in spells, and drugs and the like can only confuse two or three people, so that talented people can gather one after another, especially the four of them, gather collectively, each of them is not a fuel-efficient lamp, they have solved my question once, and when they meet, they don't want to crack it, otherwise they can hang for so long.

Suddenly, Peony had an ominous premonition, and there was a terrible person in Linglong Pavilion.