After walking out of the room, An Nianzhi asked Zhang Qingling to lead the way and rushed to Zhang Qingyang's room.

"I told you to go to the painter, how did you find it?" Before you see him, you hear his voice first.

Zhang Qingyang put down the paintbrush in his hand, raised his eyes to look in the direction of the door, and said lightly: "I found one, but he said that he was not good at painting, and he was afraid that he would not be able to imitate it." ”

"So what should I do? I don't want to give my drawings to that fat man for nothing. ”

Zhang Qingyang looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "This lady is very confident in her paintings. ”

An Nianzhi felt that he was a little awkward in calling her, although she was already married, she had now made up her mind to break off with Xiao Jinhe, and she didn't want to be his wife.

"Just call me by my name, don't call me Madame, weird." An Nianzhi raised his feet and stepped over the threshold and walked in.

Zhang Qingyang looked at her suspiciously, they were all pregnant, wasn't it normal to call her Mrs.?

But since she said so, he also respected her: "I don't know what Miss is called?" ”

"My name is An Nianzhi."

Hearing her name, Zhang Qingyang's reaction was the same as that of Zhang Qingling before, who was also stunned.

"Miss An's name reminds me of a person."

An Nianzhi waved his hand and said, "I know, Princess Yunqing, every time I say my name, you all react like this." ”

Zhang Qingyang smiled slightly and did not speak.

"I also told Sister Nianzhi about this at the beginning." Zhang Qingling followed in, carefully holding the painting painted by An Nianzhi in her hand.

When An Nianzhi entered the door and walked to the table, he found that there was also a painting on the table, which was also Xia Hetu, but there was only a general outline, and it was not refined.

She was a little surprised: "You're painting this too?" ”

Zhang Qingyang nodded: "Since I can't find a painter, only I will copy it myself." ”

An Nianzhi circled around his painting, pinched his chin and nodded: "Not bad, you can draw like this after a few glances, your memory is better than ordinary people." ”

This Xia He picture was painted by her two years ago, and even if she herself didn't look at the original picture, she couldn't remember all the layout and details inside, but he could remember it after two glances, and in this point alone, An Nianzhi admitted that he was better than her.

Zhang Qingyang's face was still cold, but it could be seen that he was still very happy to hear the praise.

"If you want to perfect the details, you still have to carefully ponder the original painting, I wonder if Miss An brought that painting?"

An Nianzhi raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhang Qingling behind him, and said, "Mine has been painted, Qingling is holding it, you can copy it according to my one." ”

Zhang Qingyang lowered his head and chuckled: "Please also ask Miss An to bring the destroyed painting over, you and I will copy the painting again, and then decide whose work to send over as genuine." ”

The implication of his words was that An Nianzhi didn't think that An Nianzhi could imitate him more than him.

An Nianzhi just wanted to speak, and Zhang Qingling, who was behind him, walked over quickly holding the painting.

"Brother, you better look at Sister Nianzhi's painting before talking."

Her eyes sparkled with a thousand lights, and she looked at Zhang Qingyang expectantly, eager to see how he would react when he saw the painting.

Zhang Qingyang rarely sees her sister like this, and it seems that she is very satisfied with Miss An's paintings.

He smiled and nodded lightly at Zhang Qingling: "Okay." ”

Zhang Qingling carefully unfolded An Nianzhi's painting little by little, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Zhang Qingyang, wanting to see what his expression was.

Zhang Qingyang only glanced at it lightly at first, but as the more parts of the painting appeared, the more solemn the expression on his face became. In the end, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were staring at the painting in front of him, and the whole person never moved again.

Zhang Qingling looked at him suspiciously, shouldn't my brother be surprised to see this painting? How could it be such an expression?

After the room was silent for a long time, Zhang Qingling stretched out his hand and shook it lightly in front of Zhang Qingyang, and said, "Brother, brother, why don't you speak?" ”

Zhang Qingyang raised his head and looked at An Nianzhi, and the shock in his eyes was beyond measure.

Zhang Qingling smiled, this is a normal performance.

Zhang Qingyang stared at An Nianzhi tightly: "This painting is from Miss An's hand?" ”

An Nianzhi hugged his chest and said lightly: "That's nature, are there any other imitation painting masters here?" ”

Zhang Qingyang still maintained a trace of suspicion on his face, and looked at the painting on the table carefully, and after a while, he finally couldn't maintain that cold expression, and his eyes shone brightly: "Miss An is so skillful, this painting is more like the work of the unequaled son than the previous imitation." ”

An Nianzhi raised her head, of course, who else can paint more like Wushuang's works than her?

"In that case, let's use this painting to replace it when the time comes."

Zhang Qingyang took two steps back, respectfully bowed to An Nianzhi, and said, "Thank you, Miss An." ”

An Nianzhi felt a little embarrassed by his sudden respect, and waved his hand and said, "I'm not helping you for free, my painting has been completed, you should be able to let my friend go, right?" ”

Hearing this, Zhang Qingyang straightened up, returned to his previous cold face, and said, "The exchange between Miss An and me is not just a painting, but that my father comes out safely." The day my dad comes home is when I offer the antidote. ”

"You! You're not compromising at all. ”

An Nianzhi was a little angry, she had already shown such great sincerity, but Zhang Qingyang was still scheming with her.

Zhang Qingyang Xu felt her anger, and added: "But during this period, I can let them out for a good reception, how about Miss An be a guest in my Zhang Mansion?" ”

An Nianzhi stared at him for a long time, and finally took a deep breath and left: "Let them out immediately." ”

The eldest husband can bend and stretch, for the sake of everyone's safety, she endured this time.

Zhang Qingyang looked up at her back and fell into deep thought.

She could tell at a glance that the destroyed painting was a fake, and she could paint a painting that was more real than the real thing of the peerless son, and it was difficult not to arouse suspicion.

Peerless Son...... It turned out to be a woman.

Oh, that's interesting.

"Qingling, go and let Miss An's subordinates come out and entertain them well."

After that, he took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Qingling, saying, "Give them a dose to relieve some symptoms." ”

After Zhang Qingling left, he looked at the painting alone for a long time, suddenly smiled and shook his head, and began to copy the pen.

An Nianzhi - Princess Yunqing - Peerless Prince -

Could this be a coincidence?

It seems that he still has to investigate her identity and character, if she is really Princess Yunqing, and as rumored, it is not difficult for the master's lifelong wish to be fulfilled.

After all, in this life, it is an unattainable thing to have a master to follow.