When Dong Qichang returned to the hall again, the table in front of Su Baiyi was already full of a large pile of silver, behind the silver was Su Baiyi's smiling and yawning face, and opposite was a group of students with gloomy faces.

Some people spend money to see it and feel that it is worth the trip.

Some people didn't bring money, and their hatred for Su Baiyi skyrocketed while regretting it.

There are also some people who are still angry after spending money to see it.

Liu Wenquan obviously belongs to the latter.

This damn Su Baiyi just collects money and looks at it, but why do you charge ten taels of silver from others, and when you get to the old man, it becomes twenty taels.

Twenty taels is twenty taels, the old man just looked at it for a while, and he was kicked out by this goods. How can this man be so devoid of quality?

Liu Wenquan looked at Su Baiyi hatefully, touched his aching buttocks, snorted viciously, and was just in time for Dong Qichang to walk into the room from the outside.

"Who else wants to see it, if you don't watch it, you won't have a chance!"

Su Baiyi showed half of his face and looked at everyone with a smile.

Dong Qichang was slightly startled, calmed down his mood with his hand, slowly leaned up, smiled when he saw Su Baiyi, hooked his head and said, "What about another pair, old man take a look?" He lowered his head and showed a flattering smile at Su Baiyi, and at the same time rolled up his treasure "Sunrise Map of the Sea of Clouds in Huangshan" and held it in his hand.

This is a cheeky takeover from His Majesty's greedy gaze at the risk of his life.

"It turned out to be Lord Dong, Lord Dong, please!" Su Baiyi showed his white teeth, invited Dong Qichang to the opposite side of the picture, and asked with some worry after speaking: "Is Lord Dong okay?" ”。

"It's fine!" Dong Qichang's pale face showed a confident smile, patted his chest and walked forward.

After all, he had already seen this kind of painting once, and if he saw it again, he wouldn't be so excited and shocked as last time that he almost fainted.

However, the world is unpredictable, and when Dong Qichang looked up from the past and saw the picture with confident eight-figure steps, his heart couldn't help but beat "suddenly" again, and almost instantly, two flushes appeared on his pale face.

"Woo~~~Woo~~" Dong Qichang felt stuffy in his chest, his head was hot for a while, and then he fell back with a "......", leaving only one thought in his mind: Why has this painting changed its style again, the old man is dead!

"Master Dong is dizzy!"

"Lord Dong is dead!"

"Su Baiyi is the murderer!"

"It's amazing!"

The people below panicked.

Su Baiyi hurriedly put away the picture and gave Dong Qichang a cardiopulmonary compression.

Seeing that Master Dong was about to come up in one breath, but he couldn't come up, he was also anxious. However, it was Yuan Shu who was most anxious, his fat body was spinning in place, his eyes were red, and the tears of a man in his thirties actually fell down.

"Get a doctor!"

"I'm going to call the Imperial Doctor!" Sun Chengzong got up, beckoned to the servant he had brought with him, and then went out on his own.

Sun Chengzong knew that Chongzhen was in the Dong Mansion, and an official of Dong Qichang's level was naturally qualified to use the doctors of the Tai Hospital, so he ran out to ask Chongzhen for help.

"What should I do?" Yuan Shu was anxious, and his fat body dangled like a round ball: "Brother Su, aren't you a famous doctor yourself!" ”

"No way!" Su Baiyi gritted his teeth: "For the situation of Lord Dong, this young master can only use the special move, dodge, look at my trick!" As he spoke, he took a breath in his mouth, and was about to pounce on Dong Qichang's old face, but after a long distance, he smelled a smell of bad breath and that disgusting gray beard.

Before the "Doom ......" person could start to save him, Su Baiyi vomited happily at the door first.

Lord Dong, it's not that the students won't save you, it's really, it's really ...... Alas, your own looks and gender hurt you.

"Su Baiyi, you, you, save Uncle Dong!"

"This!" Su Baiyi took a deep breath, looked at the chaotic crowd and Yuan Shu, who was like a tearful person, coughed twice and said: "Such a great thing as saving people, you should come by yourself, come on, come, I'll teach you!" ”

Then the method of artificial respiration was taught to Yuan Shu.

Yuan Shu didn't say a word!

Su Baiyi squeezed Dong Qichang's heart and lungs with his hands.

The two of them put their hands together, and before a minute had passed, Dong Qichang finally spit out a breath of turbid air and woke up slowly.

"Awake?" Su Baiyi's eyes lit up.

"Uh-uh...... Uh-uh......" Yuan Shu couldn't hold back any longer, and began to vomit as he lay under the table.

However, maybe this guy's intestines are relatively deep, and he didn't see a single noodle vomit after vomiting for a long time.

Su Baiyi's face showed a fierce look, grabbed the picture on the table, and said: "It's all this demon, it almost killed Uncle Dong's life, I will let you die today!" As soon as he said it, the picture in his hand was torn in half. It's not fun, and it was torn up in four halves, eight halves, and sixteen halves together!

"You...... You...... You...... Tyrannical ...... I poof......" Dong Qichang just woke up, and saw Su Baiyi tearing the painting with all his might, and instantly became angry and bloody, and his head drooped and fainted again.

"Ah, uncle......" Yuan Shu pounced again, and those who didn't know thought he was so manly!

So, Yuan Shu's mouth was like an inflatable cylinder, constantly "poof, poof, poof" to Yuan Shu's mouth, and finally, the hard work paid off, and Dong Qichang was rescued from the state of death again.

Su Baiyi wiped the sweat from his brain!

It's okay, it's okay!

If Dong Qichang is really angry or excited, it is estimated that this group of scholars in the capital may really eat Lao Tzu in one bite.

"Help, help me, get up!"

Yuan Shu and Su Baiyi helped Dong Qichang to get up, and on the other side, a student's hand gradually reached out to the table, picked up the torn picture fragments, and asked, "Mr. Su, can you give me this?" ”

Although the picture is torn, if it is put together, it is destined to be a masterpiece for the ages, right?

"Okay!" Su Baiyi agreed without thinking about it.

The scholar laughed and danced with joy.

But after the dance, he was dumbfounded.

The surrounding students rushed up, and dozens of hands grabbed the picture at the same time.

"My ...... My ......"

Miserable shouts, chaotic routines, countless people crowded around, crowded the tables, chairs and benches in the hall.

At this time, whoever doesn't go up and grab it is simply a disappointment to God's gift.

As a result, the drawing paper, which was originally only sixteen and a half times, was completely turned into countless pieces of paper in this scramble.

The result of this crooked beating is also the result that Su Baiyi wants.

After all, this fucking photo is not genuine, and it doesn't matter if you take it out now and coax the world, if the camera comes out in a few decades or a hundred years, and your "famous painting" is collected by a collector, it will be embarrassing.

What will future generations say about him Su Baiyi?

What do you think of this trend-setter who leads a generation of coquettish?

"A generation of grandmasters and masters is nothing more than this: remember Su Baiyi's painting master who deceived the world! "The latest archaeological discovery: Su Baiyi's paintings a hundred years ago are actually photos? "Epoch-making news: Camera practical technology is at least 90 years ahead of schedule!" 》

Su Baiyi shook his head!

No way!

For the sake of the posthumous plan, the photos must not be left, and since they have been loaded, there is no need for them to stop.

His gaze gradually shifted from the students who were grabbing pieces of paper around him to Dong Qichang, and then stared at the "Sunrise Picture of the Sea of Clouds in Huangshan Mountain" in Dong Qichang's hand, which had been promised to be given, with green light in his eyes!

Not only can't you keep the photos of Jiuzhaigou, but you can't keep this thing either.

Taking advantage of everyone's distraction, he snatched the photo from Dong Qichang's hand, and then threw it into the sky.

"Huh...... What kind of plane is this? Su Baiyi also put on makeup to show an extremely pure expression, raised his hand and pointed to the intact scroll.

"Huh?" Everyone raised their heads in amazement, and then completely broke out: "Rob!" ”

In less than three seconds, another painting was torn to shreds.

"I ...... I...... Old man...... This life is over...... Poof......" Dong Qichang spit out two feet high, and then didn't come up in one breath, and once again drooped his head and fainted.

Yuan Shu's face turned dark, and he felt a churning in his chest: "Uncle...... My poor uncle...... It's not that the little nephew won't save you, it's really, it's really the little nephew, he has more than enough heart and not enough mouth, little nephew ......"

"Uncle You, it's important to save people quickly!" Su Baiyi made a hard move on his hand, and forced Yuan Shu's head to Dong Qichang's head.

The students outside were still crowded and scrambling.

After all, this is a rare masterpiece of Su Baiyi, even if he grabs a corner of the mountains and rivers, he can go home and study the painting method of this peerless god painting.

A minute later, the debris was also snatched away.

The students with the pictures in their hearts were secretly proud, and ran out silently one by one.

Then, in ten seconds, the previously crowded hall became spacious. The students who came out of Guozijian had already dispersed in a hurry, and the only ones left were Liu Wenquan, the second assistant of the cabinet, Xu Guangqi, and Xu Xiake, who was stunned.

Of course, there are also Su Baiyi, Yuan Shu and Dong Qichang who passed out.

When ......his eyes fell on the table, Su Baiyi couldn't help but be angry: The quality of this group of students from the Guozijian is also very poor, what about Lao Tzu's silver, what about the silver.

Spicy next door!

Just when Su Baiyi's heart, liver and lungs were trembling with pain, Dong Qichang woke up for the third time.

Looking at the student who had long been missing and his beloved paintings, his heart, liver and lungs hurt 10,000 times more than Su Baiyi, the pain rose on the liver, and he was angry in his heart, Dong Qichang's trembling hand grabbed a porcelain cup, and he didn't know where the strength came from, and after scolding a "shaft", the cup in his hand flew out of the gate like a cannonball.

A scream of "Ah......hhhh

Then, in Su Baiyi's green gaze, Emperor Chongzhen squatted at the door in pain with his hands on his crotch, and whispered softly: "Who?" Who's going to harm me? ”

"Old ......" Dong Qichang's eyes were stunned, and his body was paralyzed again.