For all the folk painters present, it would be a great honor to be able to get the prince's personal comments on the paintings. Therefore, the painters all raised their heads and looked at Yin Chenglian with burning eyes, looking forward to him picking his own paintings to see. Especially Xu Fei, who was still sleepy just now, was willing to let go of such a great opportunity to climb the powerful, and suddenly he was full of energy as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and even rubbed his steps forward impatiently, just hoping that he could be chosen by the prince. But they looked at Yin Chenglian's raised fingers, and found that the chosen artist was a painter with a birthmark on his face and no fame.

Painting Thirteen heard that Yin Chenglian was the only one among the painters who chose himself, and he wiped a subtle smile on his lips, as if he was not surprised. It's just that the team of painters just now all looked at Yin Chenglian with blank eyes, and everyone was very eager to be selected by the prince, but only the thirteenth painter silently lowered his eyebrows, his face didn't matter, and even deliberately showed a little disdain, as if he didn't care whether Yin Chenglian chose himself or not.

As a result, as he expected, once he put on this look, Yin Chenglian would have to look at his own paintings. Because the painting thirteen understands, Yin Cheng practices this person's temper, how many years have not changed, he is the pride of the sky, but anyone who sees a little arrogance to him will not be able to look at it, always want to find out if the other party has some real materials, see the reaction of the painting thirteen is different, naturally refuse to let go.

Thirteen paintings walked over to Yin Chenglian, and calmly presented the freshly painted painting to him: "I am clumsy, please look at it Your Highness." ”

After Yin Chenglian heard the sound of painting thirteen, a pair of sword eyebrows couldn't help frowning, slowly raised his head and looked at him a few times, his eyes stayed on the red birthmark on the left side of his face for a moment, and the condensed eyebrows gradually loosened again, and he lightly removed his gaze and looked at the painting intently. Looking at it, Yin Chenglian suddenly frowned, suddenly sighed, shook his head, and suddenly chuckled.

Zhou Rong and the other painters were confused by Yin Chenglian's ever-changing expression, and they didn't know what he meant. And the painting thirteen standing in front of Yin Chenglian was not strange, he still looked calm, full of confidence and confidence, with a faint smile on his lips, waiting for Yin Chenglian's next reaction.

"Yikes! This painting is really... Yes! It's... Come here, Junma! See the painting for yourself! Everyone finally spoke after seeing the prince look at the painting for a long time, and his tone was full of unbelievable exclamation, and their hearts were suddenly cold, it seems that this half-red face won the prince's blue eyes at once, and it is really good luck.

Zhou Rong was shocked when he saw Yin Chenglian, and his curiosity was also aroused, although this prince is stubborn and fun-loving, but the level of appreciating calligraphy and painting is indeed one of the best, and the painting that can make him so amazed must not be bad, is there really any powerful painter hidden in the gallery?

Zhou Rong leaned over, looked at the painting that Yin Chenglian held in his hand in disbelief, and after a few careful glances, Zhou Rong's expression became more and more uncertain, he pursed his lips, and said slowly to Yin Chenglian with a suppressed voice:

"Your Highness, I don't understand, why are you so surprised?"

Yin Chenglian obliquely picked up a pair of slender peach blossom eyes that were as clear as a river and looked at Zhou Rong, and then glanced at all the painters, holding the thirteenth painting, with an unbelievable expression, and asked Zhou Rong: "Junma!" You don't understand? ”

"Understand what?" Zhou Rong asked with a furrowed brow in confusion.

The corners of Yin Chenglian's mouth raised, and he chuckled, he didn't answer Zhou Rong immediately, but glanced at the painters in the audience faintly, and then turned his gaze to the beautiful and colorful dancing girls, and then squinted slightly and said slowly:

"Hey, the girl with the best eyebrows, what's your last name?"

As soon as they heard this, several girls in the dancers raised their heads and looked at the suave Yin Chenglian, and Jingmo, who had been gloomy after knocking over the teacup, raised his head and found that Yin Chenglian was staring at him.

Thirteen, who was still calm, saw Yin Chenglian suddenly turn his words to Jingmo, and said in his heart, this merry prince, if you want to comment on the painting, you will praise the painting, and if you want to talk nonsense with Zhou Rong, you will continue to talk nonsense, why did you suddenly make a statement to provoke Jingmo?

Painting thirteen clearly remembers that this pungent prince not only has the most ghost ideas, but also plays small is a good hand in the love field, and is the most pleasing to the little girls.

At this time, Jingmo quickly recalled in his mind that he should not have seen the prince, and he should not know that he was a pharmacist. So after she saluted, she whispered the stage name that Man Man had already chosen for herself:

"The surname is Bai. I wonder what His Highness has to say? ”

Hearing this long-lost and familiar surname, Hua Thirteen was shocked, and he looked at Yin Chenglian's reaction faintly. Yin Chenglian's provocative smile suddenly froze at the moment before, and a trace of bottomless amazement and remembrance was wiped from his uninhibited eyes, and he slowly said as if he was a little distracted:

"White... The surname Bai is very good. ”

Zhou Rong saw Yin Chenglian's reaction to the surname "Bai", and a wave of shock and weakness flashed in his heart, but in a blink of an eye, he returned to a casual appearance, because after all, the child surnamed "Bai" had already been buried at the bottom of Leigong Gorge. Zhou Rong saw that Yin Chenglian was getting farther and farther away, and said impatiently in a calm voice:

"Your Highness! If you can't comment on the paintings of the artists in the museum, then just drink tea and watch it, and don't mess around twice or three times! ”

"Gunma, can't you see what the level of this painting is?" After Yin Chenglian heard Zhou Rong's words, he came back to his senses, questioned Zhou Rong innocently, and handed the painting that the thirteenth painting had just drawn to Jingmo in front of him, and pointed at the painting:

"White girl, it's you in the painting, you can see it with your own eyes, and tell Mrs. Zhou how substandard this ugly painter with a red face has painted such a beautiful woman like you! After His Royal Highness drew inferences from one another, he was really worried, and when he thought that the young talents recruited by the gallery were all at this level, could he not be surprised and sad? ”

Ugly painter? Hua Thirteen looked at Yin Chenglian's righteous indignation and impassioned words, and couldn't help but sigh, his ability to pretend is really unabated, even if he is using birthmarks to hide his identity now, his handsome facial features are still there, what is an ugly painter with a red face?

After Jingmo took the painting, he raised his eyes and glanced at the painting Thirteen, but only glanced at it hurriedly, and then lowered his eyes to carefully look at her in his pen, her two curved mountain eyebrows gathered and scattered, and her eyes were glowing with a little soft light.

Jingmo saw that the painting of the thirteenth painting was indeed not a superior work as Yin Chenglian said, but what made her heart flutter slightly was that his pen was not only full of pearls and gold hairpins in the high bun, but also the wooden hairpin wrapped with mulberry thread was also looming in the bun of the person in the painting, and there was also a little vermilion on the little finger of the person in the painting, as if he was born with a cinnabar mole.

Jing Mo understood in his heart, it turned out that he had recognized her a long time ago, and drew every detail of himself he saw into the painting. is just such a painting with the best painting skills, but Jing Mo's heart is pounding slightly.

And when everyone saw it, Yin Chenglian was very dissatisfied with the painting of Thirteen, and they all whispered, guessing whether the painting skills of the half-red face were really average, or whether this outspoken prince was used to seeing famous masterpieces, and his vision was too high, even if the half-faced red painting was good, it would not be able to enter the eyes of the prince. At this time, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the crowd:

"Your Royal Highness, Mrs. Zhou, the villain has the courage to say a few words, in fact, this half-faced red is already nameless and undivided in the painting world, and it is normal for the water to be able to enter His Highness's discernment when painting. But there are still outstanding painters in the gallery, for example, the only young painter in the top three in the Da Yin painting world, Zhang Yang abandoned. Why don't Your Highness appreciate the masterpiece of Master Zhang? ”

When I saw the thirteenth look at the painting, it turned out that Xu Fei was taking the opportunity to beg for help, casually stepping on the half-faced red face that he had been calling his brother and brother for several days, and he also threw out the most popular painter in the gallery with an ulterior plan. If Zhang Yangqi's paintings can't get into Yin Chenglian's eyes, Xu Fei will naturally have one less opponent, but even if Zhang Yangqi's level can win Yin Chenglian's praise, then Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest and the wind, and Zhang Yang's abandonment will definitely attract the jealousy and exclusion of the rest of the painters. Hua Thirteen couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart at Xu Fei's ability to climb up when he seized the opportunity, and instead set his eyes on Zhang Yangqi, who was indeed extraordinary.

Yin Chenglian glanced at Xu Fei's sneer, raised his chin and said slowly: "The new master of the painting world is abandoned, I have also heard a little, it turns out that he is also in the art gallery?" Quick, show me his painting for you to admire. ”

As soon as Zhou Rong heard Zhang Yangqi's name, he called Zhang Yangqi out with some unhappiness on his face, and motioned for him to present the painting to Yin Chenglian. After Yin Chenglian took the painting, he raised his mouth and eyebrows quite playfully, and then raised his eyes to look at Zhang Yangren, and found that this person looked like black charcoal, revealing a kind of wise and foolish temperament, Yin Chenglian nodded with satisfaction:

"Not bad, not bad, the pen is steady, and the style of painting is strange. Painter Zhang's painting skills should have been derived from the Jiang School's painting method, right? It's really impressive, much better than the ugly painter just now, but-"

Zhou Rong saw that after Yin Cheng practiced halfway through his words, he pursed his mouth slightly, evoking a mysterious and cunning smile, he didn't know what he was selling, and asked with a frown: "Since His Royal Highness has seen it, the painters in the gallery are indeed high and low, but what?" ”

Yin Cheng smiled without saying a word, raised his hand and took out a simple painting scroll from behind his waist, held it in front of everyone, and said with a mysterious smile: "However, there are people outside the world." Coincidentally, I also collected a painting today, and it also opened your eyes, this painter is also young, but the painting with a stroke of the pen does not know how high it is higher than your pinnacle work! I wonder if Mrs. Zhou is in the mood to enjoy the wonderful paintings together? ”

Zhou Rong saw that even Zhang Yangqi, who can be called a new master in the painting world, only received a few praises from Yin Chenglian, and couldn't help but guess who was the person outside the people who could get such high praise from him, but he also secretly wondered if Yin Chenglian deliberately provoked the scoundrel and made it up casually. But all the painters were already excited by Yin Chenglian's words, and they were very curious about what the painting scroll held by Yin Chenglian would be after it was unfolded, and they all asked Yin Chenglian to show the painting.

Yin Cheng practiced as if offering a treasure, with an extremely confident smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly unfolded the seemingly ordinary and ordinary painting scroll, and when this exquisite painting came into everyone's eyes little by little, everyone was silent at first, and looked at this painting in a daze.

It was the new master of the painting world who took the lead in breaking the silence, he looked intently at the painting unfolded by Yin Chenglian, and couldn't help but admire:

"This kind of painting skill is solid and sophisticated, if you don't spend decades of hard work to sharpen the brush, you can't reach such a state. However, this style of painting is unique and innovative, and it is not like something that the predecessors and elders can control. It's strange, looking at the Da Yin painting world, who can make this painting? ”

The rest of the painters gradually woke up from the amazement, and resounded one after another admiration:

"yes, yes! The painting skills are indeed first-class! ”

"From penmanship to verve, it seems to learn from the strengths of a hundred schools, but it seems to open up a precedent!"

"Looking at the world, who can paint such a masterpiece?"

After Yin Chenglian saw that the painters were talking, he gradually stopped, and he unfolded the painting a few inches down, revealing a famous inscription in the lower right.

As soon as Zhang Yangqi saw this payment, he suddenly nodded convincingly.

After the painters saw the payment, they whispered in a loud voice, but most of them were asking a question:

"Has this person come to the gallery? If he comes, will we not come in vain? ”

Yin Chenglian glanced at Zhou Rong's surprised look, as if he felt that it was not enough to show the status of this painting, and turned to ask Jingmo in the pile of dancing girls:

"White girl, you must have experienced some wonderful hands and famous calligraphy and painting in the Chunmanlou, I wonder if the girl has ever heard of the author of this painting?"

Where did Jingmo see any famous paintings in Chunmanlou? She leaned over with a very weak heart, looked at the payment on the painting, and her hanging heart suddenly fell to the ground. Although she has no experience in Chunmanlou, she has occasionally heard that sentence when she walks the rivers and lakes and hangs pots to help the world.

"The pen is shocking, and I admire Thirteen Lang." Her eyes rolled slightly, and she replied softly in a dignified manner, "This thirteen lang who is famous in painting on the rivers and lakes, not to mention that the sisters in the Chunmanlou have already heard of it, I am afraid that he is also the spring boudoir dream of many women in the world." ”