Yang Jing was about to make a mistake and let go of the person behind her, when suddenly the person said, "Ajing, it's rare to meet you today, I just have something to ask you for." ”

She turned around, and Sima Ke was followed by two majestic servants walking towards her with a smile on their faces.

Faintly frowned, "I'm afraid it's a bad day today." ”

"How?" Sima Ke stepped forward, and an aura that only belonged to a mature man came to his face.

She took a few steps back.

Speaking of which, this Sima Ke will give her a sense of oppression every time they meet, could it be because of the difference in height?

She looked up, her eyes flickering.

No, isn't Jiang Qiubai not much different from him?

But every time she saw Jiang Qiubai, apart from boredom, she didn't feel oppressed? Maybe it's because the hatred is too heavy? Covering up other emotions?

Just as he was thinking, Sima Ke stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.

"A-jing?"

Yang Jing still wanted to retreat, but her back was already against the counter.

She looked left and right, and reminded her, "My lord, it's inappropriate for you to do this. ”

Sima Ke looked embarrassed and retreated, "You go out and wait first." He waved his hand and sent out the officials who followed him.

"Ah Jing, you just said that today is unfortunate, is there something wrong?"

"Yes." She replied, "I have other important things to do today. ”

"Ajing, are you avoiding me? It's rare for me to meet you once, but you shirk things again and again. Sima Ke showed obvious dissatisfaction on his face, "I've been busy with business for the past few days, and I finally got free time, temporarily took the position of state pastor of Liuzhou, and came out to buy something, but you also ......."

"Temporary Governor?" Yang Jing suddenly caught the key words in Sima Ke's words.

Sima Ke explained: "The previous Chen Zhou Pastor has been removed from the above because of covering up the grain merchants' crimes, and now the suitable candidate is still being selected, so the Holy Upload has ordered me to temporarily take the position of the State Pastor here, so it's okay, Ah Jing." I'm worried about this, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to see you again in the future. ”

Listening to such naked love words, Yang Jing's heart was like not saying anything, but she was still a little disgusted.

This disgust is strange to say, and it is not the same disgust as annoyance of Jiang Qiubai.

All in all, Jiang Qiubai should be more than a cut better than this person.

"Adults must not say such things to the little girl again, it's really inappropriate." She hurriedly glanced at Boss Duan behind the counter, thinking about what reason she should find to leave first.

Who knows, Sima Ke saw her thoughts first.

blocked her view from looking at Boss Duan, "Ajing." ”

Yang Jing had a trace of impatience on her face and sank her face.

Someone outside shouted, "My lord, my lord's is not good!" ”

Sima Ke waved his hand, pushed his subordinates, and walked to the side with an irritated expression, "What's wrong?" What is all the fuss about? ”

The official who reported the news approached and didn't know what to say, Sima Ke's face changed abruptly, and he turned to Yang Jing and bowed, "Ah Jing, there is something urgent in the yamen, I have to go back and deal with it first." ”

Yang Jing wished that he would leave quickly, and she smiled happily.

"Okay, you just go and get busy."

Sima Ke suddenly laughed when he saw her, stopped walking outside, and turned around to look.

"Ajing, you wait for me, I will come to you again." Sima Ke said solemnly.

Yang Jing wrinkled the corners of her clothes and sighed.

It happened that Boss Duan sold the painting and came over to invite her to look at the painting.

Boss Duan invited her into the back room, and successively invited several old men with gray hair and white temples, one of whom Yang Jing could barely recognize.

It's a pity that she has a potion on her face today, and Zhang Lao must not recognize her.

The painting was carefully taken out of the scroll, Yang Jing raised her eyes and found that the painting she wanted to appreciate today was as thin as a cicada's wings and as light as confetti.

Prevent dirt or sweat from your hands that can damage the paint on your paintings.

What kind of painting is worthy of so many people's efforts?

Yang Jing was also curious, and stepped forward to see more clearly, but a ruthless elbow of clinker pushed her back, and her abdomen ached, and she was forced to squeeze to the end.

Someone next to him laughed and said, "Old Duan, don't you believe how many of us can't trust us?" ”

"yes, where did you find such a hungry stinky boy to taste the paintings? How precious is this painting today, how can such a boy be able to see it? Go, go, go! After that, the silver-haired and golden-shirted old man took advantage of the situation and pushed Yang Jing again.

Yang Jing followed the distance of everyone and was pushed out of the painting ten steps away.

Only one corner of the painting can be seen from afar.

She frowned, the painting paper of this painter is so special, how can it be so thin? Was it paper she'd never seen before?

She was so curious that she didn't bother to bother with these old people, so she changed her position and stepped forward.

I just took a look, and I didn't have time to be surprised.

Someone next to him shook his head and laughed.

And the laughter became more and more rampant and mocking.

It's Zhang Lao.

"I said Lao Duan, you have been in the calligraphy and painting world for many years, and at this moment, I have to congratulate you on your old decay!"

Boss Duan was in a hurry to paint, and he didn't have time to care about Yang Jing being pushed, so he went around to Zhang Lao and asked softly: "Zhang Lao, this painting?" ”

Zhang Lao touched the few white whiskers on his chin and glanced at each other with the others.

Confirmed each other's eyes, and there was not much difference.

Zhang Lao shook his head and walked to the wooden chair on the side and sat down, "In my opinion, you are a big loss this time." ”

Boss Duan was so anxious that he was sweating, "What, how?" Elder Zhang, you are old, but it doesn't hurt to say it! Anyway, let me understand! ”

Yang Jing stared at the carefully arranged paintings on the table and showed a light smile.

Let's listen to what this old man has to say, she thought to herself, so she closed her mouth and watched silently.

Seeing that he had whetted the appetite of everyone present, Zhang Lao picked up the tea and blew it again and again, before he said, "This is a time." ”

"Huh?!" Boss Duan walked towards him, "No, no, you can take a look again, everyone will help me take a look!" Take a closer look! How could this painting be a fake? ”

Zhang Lao smiled: "Lao Duan, whether you believe it or not, you have to admit that this painting is a fake, you, that is, you are too obsessed with collecting Shiro's paintings, who doesn't know who doesn't know in the whole Liuzhou?" ”

Duan Lao's old face suddenly turned from white to green, from green to purple, and finally he almost fell to the ground.

Yang Jing looked at Zhang Lao on the chair, and a trace of emotion flashed in her eyes.

But Zhang Lao said again: "Shiro is my former student, his pen style and his artistic skills, how can I not know?" ”

"What Zhang Lao said is, Lao Duan, whether you believe it or not, this painting is indeed a fake."

"I advise you to swallow your anger and burn this painting, if it weren't for our sharp-eyed eyes, I am afraid that it would ruin Shiro's reputation for many years if it were not for us and other sharp eyes." Another added.

Seeing that Boss Duan couldn't lift it in one breath, he crossed his waist with one hand and supported his chest with the other.

Yang Jing couldn't stand it anymore, so she stood up and asked: "Dare to ask a few seniors, where is this fake painting?" ”