Murong Jin felt that Song Jinyu was definitely looking for nothing to draw.

Fortunately, she came out to look for him, if not, I am afraid that as soon as he walks out of this teahouse, he will be suspected of being put in a sack and beaten with a stick.

Under everyone's encouragement and instigation, as well as the buyer's request, Song Jinyu really asked the people in the teahouse to bring pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and paints for painting.

Song Jinyu had the rice paper cut to the size of the fake, and then spread it out on the table.

"The Purple Lotus Monk's favorite thing is purple." Song Jinyu sat down behind the chair and picked up the pen. Eloquent. "Why do you think he calls himself Purple Lotus? It's because of this fetish. Therefore, most of his paintings will have a little purple light. As he spoke, he mixed the paint in several boxes with water, and then dipped a pen in each of them.

Someone laughed, "What color are you, it looks dirty." ”

"Don't worry." Song Jinyu was not annoyed, and glanced at the man. "You'll know what it does."

He picked up the paintbrush and looked deeply at the person selling the fake painting, "Look at it." Then he put pen to paper. A few thick strokes of the line.

Murong Jin hid in the crowd and watched curiously.

She really knows too little about Song Jinyu.

Everyone said that she had known him since she was a child, and when she first met, she chased the powder-makeup and jade Song Xiaohou into the ice cave, and he couldn't afford to pay a lot of money, and finally had to go to Chongxi, but Song Xiaohou was scared by the fact that she was going to Chongxi, and he went to His Majesty to break off the marriage between the two.

In fact, she really doesn't remember these dogskin things. Her brain had hurt, and what she had forgotten was this time. However, she remembered that when she was ten years old, her mother once robbed a young man to go to the mountains and forced the young man to marry her. In the end, she quietly let the boy go. Sadly choked by her mother, she copied a burning stick, chased her, and hid all over the mountains for several days, before she gave up.

It's been too long, and even if she were asked to stand face to face with the young man now, she probably wouldn't recognize the young man's appearance.

She only vaguely remembered that the boy had a good look, and that he was five years older than her.

Since then, her mother has lamented that it will probably be difficult for her to marry in this life.

In fact, even she didn't expect that she would be with Song Jinyu again now. I have to say that fate is such a thing as a wonderful thing.

She returned from the victory in Xiqiang, and she basically didn't take a good look at Song Jinyu until now. I didn't care about it before, but then I deliberately ignored it. Today, Song Jinyu ran out to find a draw. It gave her a chance to look at him coldly.

I have to say that Song Xiaohou really took advantage of the world.

Probably God favors him, although he took away his parents, but it also compensates him for the wealth, status and appearance that others can't envy.

He lowered his eyebrows and painted, and the freehand movement was smooth, that is, Murong Jin, who was incomprehensible about Fengyue, felt that the elegance was boundless.

The face with the spring flowers of the apricot forest is elegant to the extreme, and there is a bit of flying and handsome that is unique to the young man. You don't have to look at the words in his hand, he is already a beautiful painting in the world. Even the most powerful Danqing Holy Hand could hardly depict the natural beauty of his eyebrows.

In just a moment, Murong Jin had already seen a few masked ladies with maids in this teahouse showing their fascinated eyes to Song Jinyu who was painting.

I've never eaten pork and I've always seen a pig run, right?

Murong Jin felt that if it weren't for the etiquette and education. There are so many people watching here, and those masked young ladies are probably going to fall directly in front of Song Jinyu. Although the eyes they are revealing now are shy, they are essentially not much different from the eyes of the generals under her command when they go to the flower street in their spare time and see other beautiful flower girls, they are all wolves!

Beauty is misleading!

Murong Jin?? Shake your head.

However, in addition to his amazing beauty, Song Xiaohou is really a bit talented. On weekdays, he is giggling. A look of no learning and no skills, idle look, I really didn't expect this pen to really have a bit of Coats demeanor. Murong Jin really felt that he underestimated Song Jinyu on weekdays. I really didn't see that there was a great talent hidden next to me......

Song Jinyu started quickly, and she deserved to be a child who was brought up by a university scholar since she was a child. is the temperament that is soaked in that kind of scholarly family, which is enough for others to learn for half a lifetime.

It didn't take long for the original snow-white paper to outline the outline of the Wangshan map.

People who began to be attracted by Song Jinyu's appearance have now shifted their attention to the paper.

About half a stick of incense passed, and most of the Wangshan diagram was completed by him.

The person who sold the fake painting was afraid that Song Jinyu would copy it, so he deliberately put away the Wangshan map. But the more Song Jinyu painted, the whiter his face became.

This Wangshan substitute is the copy he saw from other albums, and then copied towards the copy, in order to confuse the real with the fake, he also specially used old paper. Wangshan is known as a collection of Purple Lotus painting skills of the work, Purple Lotus is the best at painting landscapes, and this Wangshan map not only has landscapes, but also people and animals, the characters and animals he painted are also like his landscapes with a bit of freehand and free meaning. It's not the neat realism of drawing people.

It took him a long time just to copy that horse, and this is what it is, so is the album he copied inherently wrong? Although he painted fake paintings for profit, he also worked painting, and the so-called connoisseurs knew whether there was one or not. This Song Jinyu already had the upper hand when he stretched out his hand.

It's over, seeing that he looks confident, he should have really seen the original, and he already knows it. You don't have to look at it, you can draw it accurately.

After another pillar of incense, the painting is complete.

Everyone present was impressed.

Someone urged the seller to take out the painting and compare it, but the seller of fake paintings had no choice but to reopen the painting and put it with Song Jinyu for everyone to appreciate.

"That's not right!" The person selling fake paintings suddenly found a point, pointed to Song Jinyu's paintings and said, "This color is completely wrong." He yelled. You yourself said that Purple Lotus likes purple, so his paintings have a little purple shadow. He clicked on Song Jinyu's painting with his hand, "You have used the wrong colors in several places!" ”

"Did I say I'm done?" Song Jinyu glanced at him and said lightly, "There is another process." Then he had a little salt fetched and melted it in clear water. Then he took a sip and put it in his mouth and sprayed it towards his drawing.

"That's it!" After Song Jinyu sprayed the salt water, she smiled and clapped her hands. "Look at the colors again!"

It's weird to say. The strange colors that were blended with several pigments gradually blurred after being sprayed with salt water, and then the colors changed in front of everyone's eyes, and gradually changed from dirty? The gray color turned a bright and dewy purple. The place on the side is even more faint with a faint purple gas, a feeling of purple qi coming from the east.

"That's how it feels!" Someone in the crowd of onlookers immediately applauded, "I have a picture of the landscape of the Purple Lotus monk in my house, although it is not as famous as the Wangshan map, but it is a genuine work, and the clouds and mist in the mountains in his painting are this feeling of purple gas lingering." Served, served! I tried that purple at home, but I didn't think it was like that! This boy is really amazing! ”

Murong Jin looked at Song Jinyu in surprise. The painting had now been hung up and on display, and she could see it even from a distance. She doesn't know how to appreciate it, but even if she is a big and rough old man, laymen feel that Song Jinyu's picture of looking at the mountains has far surpassed the so-called authentic handiwork before.

The people who sell fake paintings are now speechless.

He opened his mouth for a moment, put away his painting, and ran out in the midst of the crowd's scolding.

It's not him who comes out to sell paintings on weekdays.,He's just responsible for copying.,Now the first time he came out, he smashed the pot.,I can only tell the boss about this thing when I go back.。 Although the pen power of that beautiful little boy is powerful, it is really hateful to cut off people's financial routes. It's hard for him to swallow this breath without teaching him a lesson.

50,000 snowflakes of silver! With this one, all the debts he owes will be paid off!

The person who bought the painting was very excited, "This boy, are you really willing to give me this painting?" ”

"I promised you before, and I was willing." Song Jinyu nodded, "But this pair is also a fake." In a moment, I will write on it that it is a copy of something, and it is worthless. ”

"Childe's level is already everyone's, and being able to draw so much at a young age is beyond the reach of many famous people. This is a copy of the object, and it is also very valuable. I don't know what the name of the son is? The buyer asked with a little excitement.

"Me?" Song Jinyu was slightly stunned, he came out to relax today because he was unhappy, just be happy, where would he really tell others his name. "A little person is not enough to worry about."

He looks forward to being romantic, he is extravagant, and he doesn't look like a little person no matter how he looks at it.

Murong Jin hid behind the crowd?? touched his nose, I'm afraid that you, a little person, will be beaten in a while.

Standing on the outside of the second floor of the teahouse, she could see the situation under the fence, and the person who sold fake paintings just now whispered a few words to the two men standing at the door.

The two men glared viciously upstairs, one continued to stand at the door of the teahouse, and the other hurried back with the person selling fake paintings.

Alas!

Murong Jin moved her wrist slightly, and it seemed that she would be able to relax her muscles and bones for a while.