"What Mo family still dares to come to my Yunjie Mansion!" Yin Yuan heard the report from the porter and couldn't believe it.

Among the twenty-four heroes of the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the earliest one who died was Yin Kaishan, the Duke of Yunjie, who died of illness in the sixth year of Wude when he followed Li Shimin to conquer Liu Heivalve.

didn't even leave a male at all, and finally succeeded by his nephew Yin Yuan, who inherited the title of Duke Yunjie, and is now only sixteen years old, it was the time of young impulse, and when he heard that Murton had arrived at the door of Duke Yunjie, he suddenly jumped like thunder.

Mo Jiazi has been driven out in a row, how can he not know, and he has already received the secret permission of the eldest grandson Chong to let Yan Liben draw the portrait of Lingyan Pavilion of Yunjie Gongyin Kaishan, he originally thought that Mo Jiazi would not dare to come, but he did not expect that Mo Jiazi would dare to go to the gate of Yunjie Mansion after being rejected by three families in a row.

"The Mo family actually hit my Yin family with the last idea, and really treated me as a soft persimmon." Yin Yuan said angrily.

"Young Master, what about the Mo family still waiting for the young master's reply at the door? You see? The housekeeper of the Yunjie Mansion asked.

"The Mo family actually came to the door to bring humiliation on himself, then don't blame me for not showing mercy to him!" Yin Yuan was furious, got up and walked out the door!

"Stop!"

An angry shout stopped Yin Yuan's figure, and he saw an old woman with a childish face and crane hair glaring at Yin Yuan angrily on crutches.

"Old lady!"

The butler hurriedly saluted.

"Grandma! What are you doing here! Yin Yuan hurriedly stepped forward to support the old woman, with a respectful and filial expression.

The old woman is Yin Kaishan's mother, the real head of Yunjie Mansion, Mrs. Yin, Yin Kaishan died young, and the entire Yin family suddenly collapsed and cracked.

"Rebel! If I don't come again, you will bury the glory that the Yin family has retained so hard. Old Madam Yin looked at Yin Yuan with an angry expression.

"Grandma? The Mo family came to the door, with the help of his father's fame and reputation, damaging the reputation of our Yin family, and the child was already polite to him by driving him out! Yin Yuan said indignantly.

"Rebel son, you are still obsessed now, not to mention that the Mo family is in full swing, Jane is in the emperor's heart, that is, you drove away the painter who His Majesty arranged to paint the portrait of Kaishan, do you still want to let your father's portrait go to Lingyan Pavilion." Old Madam Yin hated iron and said that being able to go to Lingyan Pavilion was the foundation of the Yin family's wealth in the next hundred years, where could there be the slightest negligence.

"Oh! Grandma is worried about this," Yin Yuan said with a sigh of relief. "Grandma rest assured, the grandson and the eldest grandson Chong are on good terms, and he has promised the child to invite Yan Liben, the master of Chinese painting, to paint a portrait of his father. Lord Yan has devoted himself to the development of new painting techniques, which have already been fully integrated, and are not weaker than Mo Jiazi's painting skills. ”

When Old Madam Yin heard Yin Yuan's explanation, not only was she not gullible, but she was furious, and hit Yin Yuan on the back with a cane: "Eldest Sun Chong? Eldest Sun Chong, you really listened to other people's slander, died early, my Yin family is in turmoil, Taoguang is obscure and wise to protect oneself is the right way, you even dare to take the initiative to participate in the senseless struggle of these gentlemen, see if I don't kill you! ”

Old Madam Yin raised her crutches and hit Yin Yuan on her head and face, and after a few crutches, Yin Yuan's scalp suddenly bled out, but she still stood there with her head stiff and didn't hide.

"Grandma, the Mo family is just as old as a child, how can he have seen his father, and how can he have a portrait of his father, can he draw a random one and hang it in Lingyan Pavilion, is it still his father? If you kill me, I won't let the Mo family tarnish my father's reputation and make the Yin family the laughing stock of Chang'an City. Yin Yuan's face was covered with blood, but he still had a hard air.

"Idiot! , do you know that your father passed away too early, and he Yan Liben has never seen your father! Old Madam Yin looked at Yin Yuan, whose face was covered with blood, and was also dedicated to maintaining Yin Kaishan's reputation, and exclaimed with relief and sadness.

"Ahh Yin Yuan was suddenly struck by lightning, and looked at Old Madam Yin in disbelief.

"Your father has been fighting all his life, and he has been away all the year round, and he rarely returns to Beijing at all, while Yan Li is a civil official, so he has no intersection." Old Madam Yin said sadly.

"But Lord Yan and his ancestor are ......officials in the same dynasty," Yin Yuan still wondered.

"The other three families have only passed away in recent years, Yan Liben may have seen it, but your father has already passed away in the sixth year of Wude, and Yan Liben only entered the court as an official in the year of Zhenguan, he has never seen your father, how can he draw a portrait of your father."

"But the eldest grandson rushed ......" Yin Yuan pounced, and immediately knelt on the ground, it turned out that he had really become a pawn in other people's struggles, almost involving the Yin family in the whirlpool of struggle.

"But what then, isn't there anything left to do with my father's portrait?" Yin Yuan muttered to himself.

Lingyan Pavilion is related to the wealth of the Yin family for a hundred years, and I heard that Lingyan Pavilion was built in the most central location of Chang'an City for future generations to visit and admire! When the portraits of the other twenty-three families are exactly the same as the real people, and only the portrait of Yin Kaishan is not like it at all, when the emperor came to Lingyan Pavilion in person, he looked at the realistic portraits of heroes to remember their exploits, but when he walked in front of the portrait of Yin Kaishan, he looked at a portrait that was not Yin Kaishan, and it was estimated that no matter how much old feelings he had, he couldn't say anything, in other words, he didn't care!

Yin Yuan thought about this scene in his mind, and couldn't help but feel cold in his heart, at that time, the Yin family not only became the laughing stock of Chang'an City, but even His Majesty's favor was estimated to be gradually lost, that was the biggest disaster for the Yin family.

"Idiot! You are still obsessed now, the Mo family was rejected by the three people, but he still came to the door of my Yin Mansion, is it humiliating himself? Old Mrs. Yin looked at Yin Yuan helplessly, this child is good in every aspect, he is obedient and filial, but his head is a little stupid.

"Grandma, you mean the Mo family's method, how is that possible, no one can draw a portrait of a person who has not seen it." A glimmer of hope flashed in Yin Yuan's eyes, but it was quickly extinguished.

"Then only a dead horse will be a live horse doctor. If there is still a person in this world who can draw the portrait of Kaishan, it must be Mo Jiazi, the pioneer of new painting techniques. Old Madam Yin hoped that the reputation of the Mo family was that she had heard it in the deep house for a long time, and hoped that the Mo family would be able to create another miracle this time!

"Grandson, then order the Mo family to come in." Yin Yuan jumped up from the ground and said.

"Nope! Open the middle door! The old man greeted him personally. Old Madam Yin said firmly, at this moment she regained the momentum of the woman who turned the tide back then.