Mu Yunyin also brought his painting to Yan Niangzi and handed it to Yan Niangzi.

"The Yin girl of Mufu donated a 'plum in the snow'."

Yan Niangzi said, and unconsciously glanced at Mu Yunyin's painting twice.

"Yan Niangzi, write another three hundred taels of silver, you can send someone to Mufu to get it."

When Yan Niangzi heard this, she happily whispered to the crowd in front of her:

"Miss Yin also donated another three hundred taels of silver."

The crowd below suddenly remembered the buzzing sound.

"Miss Yin's plum in the snow, I will give twenty taels of silver."

The first to speak out was the son named Jing Huai, who didn't forget to smile at Mu Yunyin.

"I really like Miss Yin's paintings."

Jing Huaigang said a word to Mu Yunyin, and there was a faint sentence from the crowd.

"I like Miss Yin's painting too, I'll give you fifty taels of silver."

This beautiful voice attracted everyone to turn their heads.

It turned out to be the white-robed son, Jia Shuyu, a talented son of Jiankang.

"I'll give sixty taels."

Jing Huai hurriedly raised the price, and turned to Jia Shuyu and said:

"Brother Jia, don't fight with me."

"I'll give eighty taels."

Jia Shuyu didn't pay attention to Jing Huai, and still said another sentence lightly.

Jing Huai was stunned for a moment, knowing that this Jiankang genius also had a purpose for going to that table to eat. But Jing Huai knew that this talent's silver was limited, thinking of this, Jing Huai smiled and said loudly:

"I'll give you a hundred taels."

Jia Shuyu smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard someone shouting in the distance:

"Five hundred taels."

It was a teenager who was walking in front of him, and behind the boy, he was followed by a handsome boy.

The boy didn't come over again, only the young man in front of him, wearing a hat on his head, covering his face, only letting people see a blue shirt under his hat, and the young man came over with silver in his footsteps.

The young man put the heavy five hundred taels of silver ingots on the desk, and after rolling up Mu Yunyin's 'Plum in the Snow', he was about to leave.

"This little man, leave your son-in-law's name."

Yan Niangzi saw that the young man was about to leave with the painting, and hurriedly asked the name of the young master, it was obvious that the person who really sold Mu Yunyin's painting was the person standing in the distance.

"No, you don't."

The young man said, turned to Mu Yunyin, but didn't say anything more, and left directly.

At the end of the lively auction of calligraphy and paintings, there was still a part of the calligraphy and paintings left.

There are more Spring Festival couplets and window flowers left, and Yan Niangzi said that it was changed to let people take it to the market to buy.

This time, Yan Niangzi took the lead in initiating the donation, which is estimated to allow those poor people in Jiankang City to have a good New Year.

Mu Yunyin felt more and more capable of this Yan Niangzi, as if someone had taught her since she was a child.

A young prince's wife has the ability to gather all the rich and famous young talents in Jiankang City and do a really good thing.

Mu Yunyin felt that behind Yan Niangzi's expectant eyes, it became more and more unfathomable.

"I'm going to uncover the magic of the paint today."

As soon as Yan Niangzi said a word, the men and women who liked to talk at the scene quieted down.

"You didn't let the paint on your wrists come into contact with water, did you?"

"No, no."

Many of the girls were talking, and some had already quietly checked the flowers they had drawn on their wrists.

Some people looked at it and let out a surprised sound.

"What happened to the flowers that the ladies painted on their wrists?"

After Yan Niangzi finished speaking, she said to herself:

"Everyone, don't make a sound, let me guess."

"Miss Liu of Liufu, the flower on your wrist is darker than when you first painted it, and it has turned purple red, I guess right?"

The girl who was called Miss Liu stretched out her wrist and let out a cry of surprise.

"Really, Yan Niangzi, my flowers have turned purple."

"The petals on the wrist of the young lady of the Baron Yanxi Mansion have already bloomed, and the color is so faint that they are almost invisible."

The young lady had already rolled up her sleeves to see that the color of the flowers on her wrist was really exactly the same as what Yan Niangzi said.

This young lady originally painted a half-blooming cockscomb flower, because the color of the petals, some have become lighter, and some are still getting lighter, so at a glance, there is a three-dimensional feeling, just like thanking after blooming.

Yan Niangzi turned to look at Mu Yunyin and their side at this time, and smiled at Mingyue:

"Miss Mingyue of the Yong'an Hou Mansion, the flowers on your wrists are blooming brightly."

"Yan Niangzi is amazing, what she said is really accurate."

"Little lady of the Earl of Pingxi's mansion, has the bird of paradise flower on your wrist flown away?"

Mu Yunyin saw her sister's eyes showing surprise.

"Let's all stand in front and show everyone."

Mu Yunzhi also stood in front and raised her hand to show everyone that the bird of paradise flowers on her wrist were really gone.

Everyone was in a commotion again, and now, it was no longer that they thought that the paint was magical, but it was this Yan Niangzi who felt magical.

"Yan Niangzi is really amazing, she guessed exactly the same."

"God, Yan Niangzi, she is really a strange woman."

"Miss Yin, come here."

Yan Niangzi smiled and called to Mu Yunyin, who suddenly felt that this Yan Niangzi's smile was meaningful.

Mu Yunyin walked over and stood beside Yan Niangzi.

"Miss Yin, you haven't touched the water on your wrist in the past two days, have you?"

"No, Mrs. Yan."

Yan Niangzi looked at Mu Yunyin, and the smile in her eyes was even more unpredictable.

Yan Niangzi did not let Mu Yunyin raise her hand, and did not let everyone immediately see the changes in the flowers on Mu Yunyin's wrists.

Yan Niangzi's tone gradually became a little cold.

"Everyone has always wondered, why do the flowers painted on the wrists of the ladies change differently for different people?"

Yan Niangzi's charming eyes glanced at the front, and then said word by word.

"This is a kind of Shougong sand pigment, for married and married women, Shougong sand does not work, it will not penetrate into the skin, even if it is not washed with water, after a long time, it will be wiped off by sweat and sleeve bedding."

"Married ladies, all stretch out your arms to show everyone, is the color lighter, or even gone?"

Those married ladies all nodded yes.

"However, if you are a virgin, the paint painted on your wrist will be absorbed, and the red flowers on your wrist will not disappear until after the candle night in the cave room."

Yan Niangzi said, looking at Mu Yunyin.

"Miss Yin, let everyone see the red camellia in your hand."

Mu Yunyin only felt that there was a cold wind blowing across her face, and she understood it in her heart.

It turned out that this Yan Niangzi had done such a big game, just to make herself ugly in public, and expose her body in front of the men and women who had faces in the entire Jiankang City, and she was no longer a virgin.

Who is this Yan Niangzi? Why target me? Mu Yunyin was puzzled.

Seeing that Mu Yunyin didn't stretch out her wrist, Yan Niangzi grabbed Mu Yunyin's wrist and held it high.

"Let's take a look, let's see on Miss Yin's wrist, this naturally beautiful, humble and self-cleaning camellia is still there."

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