An Nianzhi showed an embarrassed but polite smile, if what she painted was a fake, then there would be no real thing in the world.

It's just that the Xia Hetu has been completed for a long time, and the details in it are not sure that they can be drawn exactly the same.

"Is the destroyed one still there? Let me tell you, I am a master of imitation painting, and no one else can see it except the author himself. ”

Hearing that she wanted to imitate the painting, Zhang Qingyang was a little disappointed in his eyes.

Ben thought that she also had a painting of the unequaled son in her hand, and it was not impossible to reluctantly use other paintings to offset this painting. But if it's really just a fake, Xiang Qiang won't let him go.

Xiang Qiang has already said that unless he marries his sister to him, this painting should be given to the Zhang family, otherwise he will not want his father to come back in this life.

Seeing that Zhang Qingyang stopped talking, An Nianzhi waved his paw and shook it in front of his eyes: "Hey, let me ask you if the painting is still there?" ”

Seeing An Nianzhi's confident appearance, Zhang Qingyang thought about it for a while, and could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Xiang Qiang is the incoming county commander, and their Zhang Mansion cannot openly oppose him, and the people and officials will fight, and if they are not careful, the whole clan will be destroyed.

He will not take tough measures until he has to.

"Yes, if you can imitate Xiang Qiang so that Xiang Qiang can't see it, I will give you the antidote."

"Okay, that's a deal." An Nianzhi snapped his fingers.

After a while, Zhang Qingyang ordered his subordinates to send the destroyed painting over.

The paintings were divided in half, An Nianzhi put them together and put them on the table to look at them carefully, and suddenly laughed.

"Heh, Xiang Qiang actually sent such a painting over? It's too insincere. ”

Zhang Qingyang didn't know why: "How?" ”

An Nianzhi pointed to the painting and smiled: "This is a fake, it's just that it's better to imitate, and it's not a peerless genuine product at all." ”

Zhang Qingyang frowned slightly, and immediately stood up and came over.

An Nianzhi could smell the faint fragrance emanating from his body, which made people feel refreshed.

She couldn't help but think that Zhang Qingyang also lived too delicately, more fragrant than a woman.

Zhang Qingyang didn't see her careful thoughts, but locked his eyes on the painting.

"Are you sure it's a fake?"

An Nianzhi nodded: "That's natural, I know Wushuang's paintings well, as long as I take a little look, I will know if it is from her." ”

After a pause, he sighed and said, "But it's ......."

Zhang Qingyang's eyes darkened and he withdrew his hand, and continued: "But even if you find out that it is a fake now, it won't help, right?" ”

An Nianzhi snapped his fingers: "Bingo, I didn't expose it on the spot before, and now if I go to him again, he will definitely not admit it." Absolutely insistent that we changed his paintings. ”

"What should I do?"

"How? Give him one piece. An Nianzhi rolled his eyes.

However, he wanted to exchange the fake for the real thing, and the abacus was too good.

Of course, his original intention was definitely not to exchange for the real thing, but to exchange Zhang Qingling for the past.

A fake painting for a daughter-in-law, only a despicable person like him can do it.

An Nianzhi's right fingers knocked back and forth on the stone table, and said, "In this way, do you know that there are any imitation painting masters in the city?" Just imitate the six- or seven-minute portrait, let him imitate one. ”

Zhang Qingyang glanced at her: "Didn't you say that you are?" ”

An Nianzhi was speechless, and only after a while did he say: "My painting is too real, and I am afraid that it will be cheaper, so let others imitate it, and find an opportunity to change my painting back when the time comes." ”

Zhang Qingyang lowered his eyes, he had seen a thick-skinned person who had never seen such a thick skin, and he would really put gold on his face.

An Nianzhi also knew that he wouldn't believe it at the moment, so he touched his nose and said, "Okay, you find a room to paint for me first, don't disturb me." Then go to the painter who imitates the painting, and if you don't want your father to suffer too much, you can do it immediately. ”

As he spoke, he put away the painting that had been cut in half.

"Lead the way."

Even if Zhang Qingyang didn't believe it, there was no other way, so in desperation, he had to let someone lead the way.

He arranged a relatively spacious room for An Nianzhi, which was very tidy, and An Nianzhi was quite satisfied.

"I don't have anyone to grind, you go and call Qingling to accompany me."

Zhang Qingyang raised his eyes and looked at her, this person still has to inch in?

"My sister is not a maid."

An Nianzhi glanced at him: "I didn't treat her as a maid, you go and ask her to see if she is willing to accompany me?" Without the company of beautiful women, my hands holding the brush were a little shaky. ”

Zhang Qingyang's eyebrows jumped, his father was right, the woman in front of him really didn't look like a woman.

When the two were facing each other, Zhang Qingling took the initiative to find him.

"Brother, I heard that my father was arrested? What's going on? "She had just been locked up in the house for a day, thinking about how something so big had happened in the house.

Zhang Qingyang looked back at her: "Brother is thinking of a way, you don't need to worry about it." ”

Seeing her coming, An Nianzhi showed a smile, beckoned to her, and said, "Qingling, come here, will you accompany me to paint?" ”

Zhang Qingling was faintly worried between her eyebrows, and did not answer her words, but looked at Zhang Qingyang and said, "Brother has thought of any way?" ”

"My painting is the way, how can your brother think of any way." An Nianzhi blurted out.

These words made Zhang Qingyang a little embarrassed, but his face did not change, and he turned around and said, "I'm going to look for someone in the city who can imitate the painting." ”

"Then I'll accompany my sister to paint." Although Zhang Qingling didn't know what was going on, he heard that An Nianzhi was painting to save his father, and he consciously walked into the room.

An Nianzhi smiled and said, "Qingling grind it for me." ”

With that, An Nianzhi put the destroyed painting on the table and began to examine it carefully.

The two stayed in the room all day, except for meal time, An Nianzhi was immersed in painting.

Zhang Qingling, who was grinding ink on the side, went from worry to calm, then from calm to surprised, and finally turned into shock.

She looked at the painting in front of An Nianzhi with wide eyes, and her expression was incredulous.

If she was not mistaken, the ruined painting was signed by Wushuang, and the son of Wushuang was the world-famous Danqing master.

The painting in front of An Nianzhi is almost the same as this painting, even more delicate than it, and the brushstrokes are more neat.

"Sister Nianzhi...... You're really amazing......" Zhang Qingling also learned to paint, but she felt that she would never reach the realm of An Nianzhi.

The corners of An Nianzhi's mouth hooked slightly: "To make a living, you must always practice a little better." ”

After finishing the final stroke, she nodded with satisfaction, took out her exclusive seal in her arms, sighed, and slammed it on the canvas.

"Alright, perfect!"

Zhang Qingling looked at her seal and was speechless in shock, pointing to the painting, "You... This... You" for a long time, and there was not a complete sentence.

An Nianzhi looked at her and smiled mysteriously: "The guy who eats should bring all of them." ”