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"Sakura, remember what your mother said to you when she came, don't let your mother down."

Just as Luo Qingying was about to get up, Shen Yufeng grabbed Luo Qingying, tightly clamped Luo Qingying's wrist, leaned over to Luo Qingying, and whispered in Luo Qingying's ear.

Luo Qingying didn't open her mouth to pick up Shen Yufeng's words, she always hung her head slightly, so that people couldn't see the expression on her face at this time.

"Miss Luo, please!"

Because Duolun was waiting on the side, Shen Yufeng didn't dare to make too much movement, so he had to take it back, but a pair of eyes still followed Luo Qingying tightly with unease, nervously watching Luo Qingying's every move, and the other people on the field were also like Shen Yufeng, with their eyes wide open, with different thoughts, and their eyes fell on Luo Qingying's body fixedly.

The noisy and lively hall was completely silent at this time, and there was hardly a sound to be heard, and the people in the hall almost held their breath, anxiously waiting for the final result.

Yu Yuanqing also looked at Luo Qingying here with a nervous face, her hands clenched tightly, her brows furrowed, and she waited for the result uneasily.

Although Yu Yuanqing knew that today's event had been planned by them a long time ago, since Yu Yuanhao broke in for no reason, Yu Yuanqing had no bottom in his heart.

Compared with Yu Yuanqing's nervousness at this time, Yu Yuanhao looked relaxed, which made people see, if it was not inevitable, it was not taken seriously.

Luo Qingying was led by Duolun, one by one slowly walked through these picture scrolls, carefully looking at each picture scroll one by one, and Luo Qing Sakura stopped every time to watch, every step of the slow forward, kept plucking people's anxious and nervous heartstrings.

Time passed silently and anxiously as people waited, as silently as a stream flowing through a mountain stream.

Luo Qingying was led by Duolun and had already seen most of the paintings held by the little eunuchs, but looking at Luo Qingying like this, it was obvious that she had not found a painting that satisfied her.

Until Luo Qingying was led by Duolun to a "Peony Pavilion Girl".

This "Peony Court Girl" painting is good, at a glance, you can know that it is painted by people with solid skills, although there are still many deficiencies compared to those famous masters who have been famous for a long time, but in front of this group of paintings can be regarded as a leader, the painting skills are exquisite, lifelike, especially the girl in the pavilion, wearing a pink pearl skirt, quietly and indifferently standing in the pavilion, slightly raised her eyebrows to look at the surrounding peony flowers, shallow smile, showing the coquettish state of the daughter's family.

Duolun, who was waiting on the side, leaned sideways, as if unintentionally, blocking everyone's view.

"Yo! The man in the painting, look...... It's kind of like Miss Luo's you. ”。

Duolun whispered these to Luo Qingying with a humble smile on his face, seemingly casual, but when Duolun looked at Luo Qingying, he quickly crossed a different color, stretched out in front of Luo Qingying and quickly gestured a few times, after making sure that Luo Qingying had understood what he meant, Duolun then quickly took it back, and then turned sideways, as if there was nothing, and led Luo Qingying to move slowly to the next painting.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^