Hearing Ning Yuan's words, the whole audience was confused.

Fake paintings?

spent more than 200 million yuan to bid on Tang Yin's real works at Christie's, how could it be a fake painting?

This is the first reaction that comes to everyone's mind.

"Ning Yuan, I think you said this on purpose because of pure jealousy, right?"

Zhang Yuanyuan's apricot eyes widened, her hands crossed her waist, and she said angrily.

Everyone else also chimed in, accusing Ning Yuan of saying this deliberately out of jealousy.

"Hey, some of the poor people from poor families now have been psychologically distorted and perverted, and they can't see us rich people as good at all, and they hate the rich in all kinds of ways!"

"Xiaoxue, you are really, depending on what kind of friends you have made, it is simply tarnishing your identity!"

Some self-appointed girlfriends even began to blame Mu Xiaoxue.

Moreover, they also deliberately distanced themselves from Ning Yuan, as if standing close to him would tarnish their noble identity.

A few second-generation people who had long looked at Ning Yuan unpleasantly began to intensify their efforts and barked like mad dogs.

"Ning Yuan, you slandered Zhao Gongzi's painting out of thin air as a fake. Today, if you don't say a bad thing, this matter will never end!"

"Yes, it's not over!"

......

Zhao Yiming didn't speak again, but squinted his eyes and looked at Ning Yuan with a smile.

See how he's going to end up?

In the face of everyone's accusations, Ning Yuan's expression remained unchanged and unfazed.

He casually pointed to the inscription of the beauty picture and said, "Whether it is true or false, you look at the inscription above, don't you know!"

Zhao Yiming and the others were stunned when they heard this, and they all looked towards the payment.

The payment is Jinchang Tang Yin!

Zhao Yiming looked at it carefully for a long time, but he didn't see the reason, and said with a gloomy face: "Tang Yin's ancestor is Tang Hui, the former general of Jinchang Qunlingjiang in Liangliang Prefecture, so Tang Yin often uses "Jinchang Tang Yin" in the title of calligraphy and painting. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Ning Yuan smiled indifferently and said, "The payment is Jinchang Tang Yin, naturally there is no problem, but ......"

Halfway through speaking, Ning Yuan suddenly changed his words, picked up the pure water on the table, and took a sip.

The appetites of Zhao Yiming and the others were all hung up by Ning Yuan's "but".

"You don't make a fool of yourself here, sell me Guanzi, what can you say?"

Ning Yuan didn't answer, but suddenly spit out the boiled water in his mouth.

Moreover, it is impartial, and it is just on top of the inscription of the painting.

Seeing this sudden scene, everyone present was dumbfounded.

You know, this is Tang Yin's real work worth more than 200 million sky-high prices, and it was destroyed by Ning Yuan's mouthful of water?

Rao is Zhao Yiming, who has always prided himself as an aristocratic gentleman, and he can't help but be angry at this moment.

"Ning Yuan, what are you doing here?"

Ning Yuan smiled indifferently and said, "What's the panic, now let's take a look at the payment!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and they all went to pay again.

However, to their surprise, it was no longer Jinchang Tang Yin.

It's Jiang Nan Yuan!

"This, this, what the hell is going on?"

In an instant, everyone saw a ghost in broad daylight, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Ning Yuan casually took out a tissue, wiped his hands, and said casually: "This painting was made by me three years ago in imitation of Tang Yin's beautiful picture, and I also left the inscription on it!"

Hearing Ning Yuan's words, everyone was stunned again.

Mu Xiaoxue's eyes widened suddenly, and she stared at the payment carefully.

The handwriting is chic and elegant, and it is a unique thin gold body. It is exactly the same as Ning Yuan's handwriting.

Could it be that this painting was really painted by him?

Let's not talk about the authenticity of this painting, just this painting, which can reach the level of being fake and real, is enough to make a large group of experts and professors at home and abroad who claim to be masters of calligraphy and painting ashamed.

Suddenly, the audience was dead silent.

Zhao Yiming's face was even more like knocking over the paint bucket, which was very good-looking.

Ning Yuan smiled indifferently and said, "Zhao Gongzi, don't you think that you spent more than 200 million yuan to buy a fake painting now, isn't it very ridiculous?"

Zhao Yiming's face was gloomy and almost condensed into ice, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

After Ning Yuan finished taunting Zhao Yiming, he set his eyes on Mu Xiaoxue.

"Xiao Xue, I'm in a hurry this time, I didn't prepare any birthday gifts, it's better like this, I'll make a picture for you on the spot, and I guarantee that the quality is not lower than that of Zhao Gongzi, what do you think?"

Hearing Ning Yuan's words, Mu Xiaoxue immediately nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking rice.

Their Mu family is a scholarly family, and their grandfather is a contemporary calligraphy master, so they always have pen, ink, paper and inkstone at home.

Soon, Mu Xiaoxue prepared all these things.

Moreover, she also deliberately took out the Song Dynasty inkstone that her grandfather regarded as a treasure.

Ning Yuan spread the rice paper on the table and said softly, "Grinding ink!"

Mu Xiaoxue nodded, and grinded it herself.

When Mu Xiaoxue was grinding, her smart eyes still looked at Ning Yuan from time to time, and a happy smile was outlined on the corner of her mouth.

Grinding with no hands, adding fragrance to the red sleeves, the whole picture is harmonious and warm, it is simply envious of others.

Ning Yuan took a deep breath, grabbed the wolf pen, quickly dipped it in the inkstone, and painted on the snow-white rice paper.

When he paints, his spirit is fluttering, and he swings it without any pause in between.

made everyone present, their eyes straighten, and their jaws fell to the ground.

In this way, after half an hour, a masterpiece was perfectly baked.

The payment in the lower right corner is still Jiang Nanyuan!

The handwriting is still so chic and elegant, wild and uninhibited.

The painting is fine and beautiful, the layout is sparse, the colors are bright and elegant, and the style is elegant and handsome, which is a rare masterpiece at a glance.

"Alright, perfect call!"

Ning Yuan casually threw the wolf brush into the pen holder, grabbed a tissue and wiped his hands.

This unbelievable scene made everyone present stunned.

When I looked at the painting again, I was even more shocked.

And the heroine in it is Mu Xiaoxue.

She was wearing a snow-white fairy textile dress, and the violet-like ribbon tied around her waist fluttered in the wind.

At her feet was a very colorful rainbow bridge, on which she stood dangling. The surrounding white clouds are long, there are phoenixes to come, and the cranes are singing, just like a fairyland on earth.

A simple painting, but it can make people immersive and come to a wonderful visual feast.

"Xiaoxue, as a birthday present for you, happy birthday!"

Mu Xiaoxue inexplicably felt that she was the happiest girl in the world.

"Ning Yuan, thank you. It was the most precious birthday present I have ever received!"

At this time, the eyes of the other second generations looking at Ning Yuan were not full of disdain and disgust, but full of respect for the mountains.

Zhao Yiming's face was pale, Ning Yuan not only completely stole his limelight, but also made him lose his face at his grandmother's house, which was simply a great shame.

He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and stared at Ning Yuan with gloomy eyes.

"Your name is Ning Yuan, right?"

Ning Yuan nodded and responded, "Yes, I am Ning Yuan!"

Zhao Yiming smiled and said, "Coincidentally, three years ago, I also knew a boy named Ning Yuan in Jiangnan, and he is also a genius like you, who has never met in a century!"

"It's a pity that God was jealous of the talent, and finally committed suicide by throwing himself into the Yangtze River. So far, not even a single corpse has been found!"

After Zhao Yiming finished speaking, he ignored his gentlemanly demeanor and left angrily.

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In order to write a chapter, I spent a morning, and I deliberately found a few paintings by Tang Bohu to enjoy.

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