I have to say.

was asked by Ye Changqing like this, not only Murong Lizhu was stunned, but even Yan Tianshan and the others were also stunned.

First of all.

This painting by Ye Seniors is simply unprecedented, and it contains many true meanings.

Secondly.

A peerless master like Senior Ye, how can his old man's paintings be measured by mundane things in the world?

No!

Absolutely not!

In this way, it can only be said that this is just a joke.

Right!

It's just a joke!

It must be a joke!

But although it was just a joke, as juniors, how could they talk nonsense in front of Senior Ye?

That's disrespectful!

Moaned slightly.

Murong Lizhu was really a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but look at Yan Tianshan for a while.

"Old man Yan, how should I answer?"

Murong Lizhu whispered.

How do I answer?

How does the old man know!

In front of Senior Ye, the old man is just a junior!

"Miss Murong, your question...... The old man doesn't have a clue!"

After a little hesitation, Yan Tianshan responded.

The corners of Murong Lizhu's mouth twitched slightly, and then squeezed out a gentle smile and said to Ye Changqing.

"Mr. Ye, you are joking, this painting of yours is simply unprecedented, so it can't be measured in silver taels at all. ”

After thinking about it, Murong Lizhu, who had no clue, had no choice but to answer frankly.

She believes.

A peerless master like Senior Ye, only by answering truthfully, the other party will not be dissatisfied.

However.

When Ye Changqing heard such an answer, the whole person couldn't help but be stunned.

Can't be measured in silver taels?

What do you mean by that?

Can't afford it?

The price can be negotiated!

Everyone knows that I'm a good talker!

And also...... You don't really think I have any money left, do you?

Come to think of it.

Ye Changqing's eyes couldn't help but flash a faint color.

Could it be that this painting is really too perfect for this Miss Murong to estimate?

To know.

Last night in the Zuixian Building, the painting of that master Bilian looked ordinary, and it was sold for a sky-high price of 180,000 taels of gold.

And this painting of his own, compared with the painting of Master Bilian, is not on the same level at all, it is simply a world of difference.

Read so.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Changqing's mouth, and he nodded at Murong Lizhu.

It's just that today he has finished a painting, so he is no longer suitable for painting.

Otherwise, it will inevitably affect other people's attitude towards themselves, thinking that they are really poor and crazy.

But...... He's really going crazy fast!

If you leave this Jinglan Garden, not to mention that there are dozens of dishes in the meal, even the steamed buns are a little stretched.

Then.

Seeing Ye Changqing nodding with a smile, Murong Lizhu finally let out a sigh of relief.

Really.

Senior Ye was just joking.

And.

Fortunately, he didn't answer exaggeratedly, otherwise, Senior Ye would definitely be dissatisfied.

At the same time.

Yan Tianshan and the others looked at each other without leaving a trace, and then smiled at Ye Changqing.

Then.

"Mr. Ye, it's not too early now, let's go eat. ”

Yan Bingxin looked at Ye Changqing and said with a smile.

"It's good!"

Ye Changqing nodded slightly.

Afterwards.

The group left the compound and headed for the dining room.

Of course.

During the meal, Ye Changqing made a decision.

This Miss Murong was a big client introduced to him by Yan Tianshan, so he had to be cheeky to stay anyway.

And his first pot of gold must come from this Miss Murong!

Since my painting today is too much of a pursuit of perfection, wouldn't it be easier to lower the level a little from tomorrow?

As long as the first painting was sold, he believed that he would have enough silver taels to gain a foothold in the imperial capital in the future.

Thinking of this, the haze in Ye Changqing's heart was swept away.

Really.

After finishing the meal, Murong Lizhu had the intention of resigning.

But Ye Changqing would let her leave.

Since we can't paint today, we can talk about the rest.

When Ye Changqingfeng said a few words of relief, Murong Lizhu's expression was filled with joy, and her heart was even more surprised.

In her opinion, Senior Ye was able to keep herself, maybe because she felt that she had good qualifications and wanted to give some advice.

Being able to be instructed by Senior Ye is tantamount to a great opportunity and creation.

That's it.

After lunch, Ye Changqing, Murong Lizhu and the others came to a pavilion and began to exchange the way of music and rhythm.

Such an exchange.

Before you know it, night falls quietly, enveloping this vast land.

Noticing that it was not early, in order to prevent Murong Lizhu from leaving, Ye Changqing made an excuse to end today's explanation.

Moreover, what also made Ye Changqing feel gratified.

During the meal, Yan Bingxin used the excuse to keep Murong Lizhu, and the latter happily agreed.

In the blink of an eye, the night passed quietly.

Early the next morning.

Wait until dawn.

Ye Changqing washed up briefly, and walked out of the house seemingly unhurriedly.

In fact, when the sky was slightly white, he had already woken up, and at this moment, he was eager to rush out and start painting.

That's it.

Almost half an hour later.

Yan Tianshan and the others appeared at the door of the courtyard.

And when they came to the court,

I saw that many visions manifested behind Ye Changqing again, and he seemed to be indulging in a certain artistic conception.

For the appearance of Yan Tianshan and others, there was no awareness in the slightest.

The group looked at each other for a moment, then slowed down and came to Ye Changqing's approach.

Another hour or so passed.

Ye Changqing took a deep breath, hesitated slightly, and paid the Qinglian monk again.

At the same time.

Only then did he notice Murong Lizhu and the others.

"You're all here. ”

Ye Changqing smiled gently and asked, "You all come and see, how is this painting today?"

And how?!

Smell.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then exchanged glances with each other.

Yan Bingxin looked at the paintings spread out on the long table, looking thoughtful.

Moaned slightly.

Yan Bingxin seemed to volunteer to be the first to speak: "Mr. Ye, although I only know a little about the painting, but in my opinion, this painting of yours seems to be better than yesterday's one in terms of framing and the connection between the distant and close scenes. ”

A little better?

Smell.

Ye Changqing couldn't help but be stunned.

If it's worse than yesterday's, he's okay with it.

However, it is said that it is even better than yesterday's, which is wrong!

That wasn't what he intended.

Read so.

Ye Changqing raised his eyebrows, retracted his gaze, and re-examined his painting today.

Really......

But.

That's not right!

Today's painting is completely unintentional, but only painted by feeling.

How can it be yesterday's picture, whether it is the connection, or the shape and meaning seem to be better.

Moaned slightly.

Ye Changqing looked up at Murong Lizhu and Yan Tianshan, and asked thoughtfully, "What do you two think?"

Yan Tianshan smiled and nodded.

Murong Lizhu measured the painting and said frankly: "Mr. Hui Ye, the brushwork of this painting seems to be smoother than yesterday's, and the artistic conception seems to be better." ”

Of course.

There were some words that Murong Lizhu didn't say.

That is.

The breath that diffuses from this painting becomes more and more refined, giving people the feeling that this painting contains the true origin of Taoism.

Time.

Ye Changqing was a little stunned.

The painting that is completely distracted by the heart is surpassing the past.

Was it an accident?