In the lobby of the gallery, there was a bustling crowd of people, shouting at the list of yellow paper and red letters in the center of the hall.

"How so?" Several powerful painters took the lead in asking questions, three points of surprise and three points of annoyance, but no one answered, only the names on the list were engraved one by one.

Painting 13 slowly moved to the front of the crowd, raised his eyes to look at the curtain of yellow paper in front of the hall, his eyes did not look for it, but calmly and faintly glided over the rows of neat names like spring leeks, and then, he retracted his gaze, turned a deaf ear to the chatter and disbelief of the crowd in his ears, and silently disappeared into the crowd.

"Hahaha!" When a few mediocre painters saw the list, they applauded their stomachs, seemed to be ecstatic, and ran away with cheers, leaving only a string of joyful and triumphant words echoing in everyone's ears, "Entered, entered!" I'm in! Ancestors bless! God forbid! ”

"Hmph, it's hard for a villain to get into the hall of elegance!" A few painters who have always prided themselves on being literati sneered at the smug and flamboyant people, then stroked their sleeves and sighed, "Impossible, you see the list, I have scanned back and forth more than ten times, why don't you even have a name for Zhang Yang's abandonment?" ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately stopped a lot, and they all looked at the list again and again, and found that it was really the case, and they couldn't help but wonder.

"Isn't he the only young talent in the top three in the art world?"

"Didn't he get the prince's praise from Chrysostom at the first trial?"

When the painting thirteen who disappeared into the crowd heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull slightly, and he frowned and looked at Zhang Yangren, who really deserved his fame.

At this time, Zhang Yangqi, who was already dark-skinned, was like a black cloud pressing down on the city, even more gloomy and ugly. A big pimple curled into his brows, and his gaze like an arrow swept futile over and over the list, as if he was about to smash the yellow paper out of holes, his palms clenched tightly, his square lips pursed, and he didn't say a word.

Chang Ling followed the side of Painting Thirteen, who silently retreated, and couldn't see what the results were on the yellow paper, but felt that Painting Thirteen was not half happy and relaxed, and couldn't help but panic in his heart, and hurriedly asked in a low voice: "Hong Shao, is there you on the list?"

Hua Thirteen looked at Zhang Yang with a gloomy look, as if he was sorry and helpless, and replied to Chang Ling in a soft whisper: "I said early in the morning that there is a 100% chance of winning, and of course half red is on the list."

Although Chang Ling was relieved a lot, he still didn't know: "But why are they ......?"

"They all have enough painting skills to pass the preliminary examination." Hua 13 muttered, "But in the palm of that jealous and jealous person, there is room for the mediocre and mediocre half-faced red-faced people, but there is no room for the fearful, blue-minded and abandoned—because he is afraid." ”

"Ahh No wonder at the end of the preliminary review, I obviously heard them say that Hong Shao's painting was so bad, but you were not in a hurry at all! I'm so anxious like something..."Chang Ling scratched his head as if he didn't understand, and answered with a frown.

A male duck who shouted broke the tone suddenly overshadowed the rest of the noise in the crowd: "I don't know what your peers think of this list, I'm a painter in Jiangnan and Zhejiang, as a painter jointly recommended by painters in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and I will definitely not accept this result!"

Everyone saw that the person who spoke was a painter with a small brain and broad shoulders, and after he saw the yellow paper of the public list of the preliminary trial results, he suddenly exploded, and the painters around him were frightened to retreat again and again, and shouted angrily in a male duck voice: "Reconsideration!" Reconsideration! On behalf of all painters in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, I ask for reconsideration! ”

"Who's clamoring?" Everyone followed the prestige, and a young man wearing the crown of the examiner of the art gallery said in a deep voice.

"Examiner, please forgive me for disagreeing with this list! Not only me, but I'm afraid that all the painters in Jiangnan came here, and when they saw this result, they were all unconvinced! The male duck said angrily, "Let me ask, is this the vision of adults?" ”

The young examiner who was asked was the person who had just overheard the conversation, and all the painters were looking forward to what the young examiner would say to convince everyone.

Painting 13 saw that after the young examiner glanced at the painters, his eyes fell on the huge painting "Mountains and Rivers" hanging in the center of the gallery.

"Presumptuous! After many days of discussion and careful deliberation, Mrs. Zhou and I and other examiners decided on the preliminary list. The young examiner suddenly replied with a fierce gaze.

"Adults don't have to wear a high hat under it, I'm just a song if things are uneven, I have a body of painting skills, one has no power and two powerless, and I don't know where the sacred is disturbing the atmosphere of the art gallery!" The male duck's voice does not flinch, but it is quite a bit of a broken and broken heroism.

"The first trial is strict, since there are people on the list, there are naturally people who are famous and fall behind Sun Mountain, what's the big deal? Don't you even have the strength to deal with ups and downs? After some communication with the old examiner, the young examiner seemed to have changed his life creed in a blink of an eye, holding a posture of seeing through the red dust, aggressively, "'If things are uneven, they will sing'? Oh, that's a nice thing to say! When Mrs. Zhou sentenced the painter to death that day, why didn't you see you complaining for him? It's my turn, and I'm going to make irresponsible remarks about the results of our trial! If Mrs. Zhou is here at this moment, I don't dare to gasp when I see your atmosphere! Could it be that the young talents of Da Yin in the gallery are actually a group of power masters who pick soft persimmons? It seems that I still need to ask Mrs. Zhou to come over and explain the details of the review to you one by one? ”

As soon as everyone heard "Mrs. Zhou", they thought of the fate of the big long face, and suddenly wilted like frost hitting an eggplant. Hua Thirteen couldn't help but sneer, since the words of this young examiner have reached this point, if anyone speaks again, it will no longer be an objection to the list, but a question about the qualifications of the young examiner in front of him.

Just when everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and didn't know what to say for a while, there was a sudden roar in the upstairs wing:

"Kill, kill! Someone! Come on! ”

Painting Thirteen looked up when he heard the sound, and saw a small painter slumped against the door of a wing room on the second floor in fright, and his barely raised hand pointed to the half-hidden door of the wing, trembling and trembling. After Hua Thirteen identified the side room, he thought of something, and quickly glanced at the yellow paper list on the wall, and sure enough, the name of "Xu Fei" on it was also impressive. According to Xu Fei's character and pursuit, how could he miss such a big thing as announcing the results of the preliminary trial? However, when Hua Thirteen thought about it, he had never seen Xu Fei from beginning to end.

Seeing this, everyone was drawn upstairs, and when the half-hidden door was pushed open, everyone was stunned.

What catches my eye is such a scene: in the side room, a person is lying on the table like a lifeless fox fur, long since he is out of breath, with a shiny small Western scissors stuck in his back. And next to this cold corpse, a familiar coral-colored figure was unconscious.

Hua Thirteen was shocked, that corpse was none other than Xu Fei. He looked at the Western scissors on Xu Fei's back, and then looked at the unconscious person on the side, his eyebrows were frowning, and his heart was not good, the onlookers were already full of voices, and suddenly exploded like a pot, and Hua Thirteen squeezed through the crowd without hesitation, trying to push the unconscious coral-colored figure hard.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Seeing that the thirteenth painting couldn't wake up Yin Chenglian, his brows became deeper and deeper, and in front of everyone's eyes, the prince inexplicably appeared in the corpse room, where would this put Yin Chenglian?

"Rotten oranges? Rotten oranges? Wake up! Painting 13 leaned over Yin Chenglian's ear, and anxiously whispered this name that he had not heard of for ten years, and he had not called for ten years.

"Hmm... Small... Xiaobai? Yin Chenglian half-opened his hazy sleepy eyes in a daze, his lips opened and closed, muttering something slightly, and was hurriedly covered by the painting thirteen.

"Your Highness! Wake up, look what's going on here! Painting 13 raised his hand in front of Yin Chenglian, who was confused, and pointed to the Western scissors inserted on Xu Fei's back.

Yin Chenglian suddenly poured a basin of cold water on his head, and the whole person was like a spirit, jumping up like a carp, but he couldn't help but scream: "Ah-it hurts!"

Seeing Yin Chenglian raise his hand and cover the back of his head, his eyebrows and eyes were so painful that he squeezed into one place, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, who knocked him out here? At this moment, more and more painters gathered over, all pointing fingers at Yin Chenglian and discussing a lot, and the current situation shows that this prince has a great relationship with this murder.

At this time, Chang Ling suddenly hurriedly approached Hua Thirteen's side, and whispered in a low voice: "I just heard a figure flashing by outside the door, do you want me-"

"Go after it, quick." Hua Thirteen glanced at the crowd of black presses, and his heart tightened.

After Yin Chenglian recovered from the sudden stinging pain in the back of his head, he watched everyone on the lookers frown at him, pointing and discussing, he was a little panicked all of a sudden, where did this prince who only knew how to fight cocks and walk dogs on weekdays really see the loss of human life. He waved his hand to everyone and repeated: "It's not me, it's not me!"

At this time, after Zhou Rong heard the news, he hurriedly rushed over from the Zhou Mansion behind the art gallery, and stepped on the sound of "oh ooooh Who would dare to cause such a big deal in my gallery? ”

When everyone heard the sound, everyone knelt on the ground and saluted, and when they saw Zhou Rongfeng rushing over in a hurry, he seemed to be angry and could burn people to ashes at any time.

"Kneel for me! Since there is a murder in the gallery, none of you can escape from it! Did you hear clearly—huh? Your Highness?! Zhou Rong was taken aback when he saw that the person standing next to the corpse in the room was Yin Chenglian.

Painting thirteen glimpses, Zhou Rong was surprised, but also a little worried. Zhou Rong would never worry about Yin Chenglian's safety, so what was he worried about? A trace of doubt flashed in the heart of the thirteenth painter, Zhou Rong was so surprised to see Yin Chenglian appear here, but if it was the little painter who reported to the Zhou Mansion, he hurried over, why didn't the little painter report that there was a prince in the room who was extraordinarily eye-catching and noble, and could not be ignored? Is the little painter careless? Or did Mrs. Zhou come uninvited?

"Your Highness! Why are you here? How are you in the gallery? Still in Xu Fei's room? Zhou Rong shuttled through the crowd and walked into the room.

When Hua Thirteen heard Zhou Rong's words, he couldn't help but jump between his eyebrows, and glanced back at Xu Fei's death of grabbing the table with his face, and a trace of doubt was bypassed in his heart.

Yin Chenglian slowed down slightly, not as panicked as when he first woke up from a big dream, and hurriedly explained:

"Zhou Junma, His Royal Highness just came to check the results of the preliminary examination, but he didn't want to be discovered by this painter as soon as he arrived on the second floor, oh no, he was invited by this painter. He dragged me into the house to taste tea and enjoy paintings, and asked me to write a few comments to him by hand, but before I could finish writing, he suddenly collapsed on the table in pain! Then, the back of my head suddenly went cold, and I just—"