"My sister grew up in the countryside and doesn't know anything about calligraphy and painting, don't talk about her like that."

"My sister said something she shouldn't have said, Grandpa, please don't be angry."

Wen Xuerou's heart has long been happy, but on the surface, she has to pretend to be considerate to maintain Wen Wu.

[A country girl doesn't even know who Mr. Beimo is, right?! 】

[Just now Wen Xue framed her like this, Wen Xuerou also helped Wen Wen to speak, Wen Xuerou is really beautiful and kind. 】

[That is, she doesn't look at what she looks like, she can't even see whether the painting is good or bad, right? ] I don't know how to pretend to understand! I hate this kind of hypocrisy the most. 】

[Appraisal experts have all checked, there must be no problem.] 】

The discussion became louder and louder, and they ridiculed Wen Wu mercilessly, and their voices were harsh.

Huo Yao, who was always sitting on one side with an indifferent expression, listened to the more and more harsh discussions, and his cold gaze slowly fell on everyone, feeling that those people were immediately silent.

Ignoring everyone's ridicule, Wen Wu strode forward, and when everyone could react, she grabbed the scroll and tore it violently.

Wen Xuerou's face was extremely ugly.

It took her a lot of effort to buy this million-dollar painting, and she was torn up by Wen Wen.

She trembled with anger and clenched her little fists.

The material of this painting is that kind of cloth, and when Wen Wan tore it like this, countless threads were exposed to the air.

I saw Wen Wu pull one of the blue threads and pull it suddenly.

"Whoa!"

The painting, which originally had only one crack, was completely destroyed in an instant.

The guests were still shocked.

Ignoring everyone's surprised gazes, she threw the thread in her hand on the table, and said lightly: "Nylon thread." ”

"Synthetic fibers."

Looking at the thread, Wen Xuerou's eyes instantly trembled fiercely.

This, how is this possible?

Everyone craned their necks to look over, their eyes full of disbelief.

What a fake painting!

"Didn't Wu Daozi come across and draw it?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent.

Wen Xuerou's face changed several times, as if a shocking thunder exploded in her head.

Xu Feifei's eyes widened in disbelief and stiffened.

She originally wanted to see Wen Wu lose face, but she turned over, but she was slapped in the face by Wen Wu so simply and rudely.

How could nylon thread appear in the paintings of the Tang Dynasty?

It's ridiculous!

Fools know it's impossible.

Wen Hai took a deep breath, only to feel that his face was hot and painful, and the face he tried so hard to maintain collapsed in an instant, and now he really wanted to pull Wen Xuerou home and lock him up, it was really embarrassing.

Qin Menglan's face was also gloomy and ugly.

After relieving herself, Xu Feifei continued to provoke:

"Even if it's fake, it's hundreds of times better than your broken stone!."

"Yes! You perfunctorily take a broken stone as a gift, and Xue Rou's painting is at least bought with a lot of money, and it is also a carefully selected gift, and the heart is much more real than yours. ”

That die-hard fan of Wen Xuerou also tried his best to protect Wen Xuerou and belittle the low temperature.

"Our Xuerou's fake painting is also because someone has deceived us, and it is disrespectful to give it to Huo Lao He Shou at best, but at least one of Mr. Beimo's landscape paintings is real."

"But what about you?"

"Yours is a broken stone, much better than your gift."

Wen Wu glanced at her, and there was a sneer in her eyes that was not easy to be noticed: "Sister, don't take out the defective products and give them away." ”

Once again, I heard Wen Wu say that Mr. Beimo's landscape paintings were defective, and everyone attacked again.

[Why does Wen Wu say that Mr. Beimo's paintings are defective? 】

[Our Mr. Beimo's calligraphy and painting are the pride of the Chinese people, why did Wen Wu insult Mr. Beimo? ] 】

"Grandpa, can you give me a chance to prove it?"

At this time, Wen Wan looked at Old Man Huo.

Old Man Huo, who had been silent, raised his reading glasses, his eyes flashed, "Huh? How to prove it? ”

"Grandpa, I need pen and ink." Wen Wu smiled.

"Go, get ready to write and ink." Old Man Huo instructed the old housekeeper beside him.

Wen Wen's performance just now, Old Man Huo has been looking at it, Wu Daozi's painting, he has already seen the clues.

He didn't expect Wen Yu to see it too.

This was indeed unexpected.

In the past, he didn't like Wen Wu to be his granddaughter-in-law, but Yao Shen's kid swore to defend it, so he only turned a blind eye to Wen Wu's troubles before.

However, looking at Wen Wu's changes today, Old Man Huo was also very pleased, so he indulged her once like his grandson.

[Could it be that Miss Wen is going to paint on the spot? And do you have to compare with Mr. Beimo? 】

[Crazy, isn't she? 】

The pen and ink were ready, and at this time, Huo Yaoshen, who was always sitting on one side with an indifferent expression, got up, walked to the table and spread out the painting.

Everyone also gathered around, wanting to see what kind of demon Wen Wu was going to make.

Wen Wu picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and then raised her eyes to glance at everyone, hooked her lips and smiled.

Then with a wave of the little hand, the soft tip of the pen fell on the paper.

Wen Wu was half-arched, but her back was straight and straight, her eyes were attentive, as if everything was ready, and her posture of holding the brush felt like the style of a generation of masters.

The pen and ink fell freely, and the paintings of Mr. Beimo on the table were instantly full of vitality and aura.

The verdant hills rise and fall as if the wind blows through the trees.

Flocks of birds flying.

The water in the mountains is murmuring, the sun is shining, the stream is crystal clear, you can see groups of small fish swimming and swimming, the scenery on the shore is reflected in the water, and the wind blows the water and ripples.

A dynamic landscape jumped on the paper, and everyone was amazed!

Oh my God! I didn't expect Wen Wu to have such artistic attainments! 】

[Who said she wanted to cultivate her sentiments just now? ] Who says she doesn't have an artistic aesthetic? This is a slap in the face! 】

Those who had ridiculed Wen now felt a burning pain in their faces.

Old Man Huo looked at the painting and was amazed: "Sister-in-law, when did you learn to paint?" can have such attainments. ”

"Grandpa won the award, I learned a little from my mother when I was a child, and it was just scratching the surface." Wen is modest and well-behaved.

Huo Yao looked at Wen Yan's gaze and softened a lot.

She's changed.

"Grandpa, look, how about this as a gift for you?"

Wen Wu put away her pen, and then said to Old Man Huo with a smile.

"Good, good." Old Man Huo was in a good mood with a smile, obviously very satisfied.

Seeing this, everyone praised Wen and did not forget to flatter Old Man Huo:

"Huo Lao is really blessed to have such an excellent granddaughter-in-law."

Wen Xuerou stood beside the table, pinching the corners of the table with both hands, causing her fingertips to turn white because she was too hard.

From time to time, there were exclamations in my ears - oh my God! It's a stunning painting.

I feel that I can hear the sound of birds and the sound of the stream flowing, and this painting skill is comparable to that of Mr. Beimo!