"An Ningyue's gold lord is amazing, she was like that before, and she was able to turn over, and those who fan her have a wrong outlook!"

The moon powder was angry all of a sudden, and she went up to report all these trumpets.

"Is it true that everyone is stupid? Also the script? If you don't say anything else, I'll give you the part that An Ning Yue explained in the museum and let you memorize it, you may not be able to speak so smoothly!"

"Kuroko get thick!"

"It's been reported, no thanks!"

"Talking about other people's gold owners all day long, I'm annoyed to listen to what I say, I've been hacking people for so long, who has seen what that gold lord looks like?"

Su Qingyan had just edited a comment and was about to send it out, but she found that her trumpet had been blocked, and she smashed her phone to the ground in anger.

Ning Yue naturally didn't know about the message on the Internet, she had already picked up the pen and sketched it on the paper.

Some viewers were anxious and kept leaving messages on the public screen, "Brother Cameraman still doesn't want a bonus, hurry up and shoot, I want to see what the duck drawn by An Ning Yue looks like."

"It's the size of a drawing paper, and besides, the area where her arms move is quite large, it doesn't look like she's drawing a duck!"

"Oh, I'm in a hurry, big brother cameraman, you can show us a picture!"

Director Chen saw these audience's comments and immediately contacted Ning Yue's follow-up: "Push the camera over, the audience wants to see An Ningyue's paintings!"

Then the camera immediately zoomed in, only to see that a bamboo forest had been drawn in the lower left corner of the paper, and then the same scenery appeared from Ning Yue's pen, the grass on the ground was shady, a peach blossom tree was in full bloom, the river beach was full of reeds, asparagus also broke through the soil and sprouted, the river surface was sparkling and scaly, and several ducks were playing in the water......

She writes very quickly, just a few strokes can completely depict a scene, and it is very expressive, especially the few ducks in the painting, one of them staring at the river with burning eyes, its wings have been slightly raised, and it feels that in the next second, it can take a fish out of the water.

Su Mo didn't dare to speak out for a long time, and her life disturbed Ning Yue's thoughts, until she finished describing all the scenery, then pointed to a large blank area on the painting and said, "This place is so empty, do you still want to write poems on it?"

Ning Yue had already changed the brush, nodded when she heard the words, then took the pen and dipped it in ink, and after contemplating for a while, a line of words jumped on the paper.

Evening view of the Spring River

Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo,

Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.

Artemisia is full of short reed buds,

It's when the puffer fish wants to go.

After the poem was written, she subconsciously took out her seal from the space, and suddenly remembered that she was no longer an emperor, and the jade seal could no longer be used before, so she simply wrote down the date and name with a pen, and then put the pen down.

Because she was setting up a stall outside the store, and there were several cameras around her, there were already a lot of people around her, some people even held up their mobile phones to take pictures of her face, and even tourists recognized her.

Ning Yue looked at the little girl who shouted, and then bent her eyebrows and smiled, "Of course you can!"

After that, she took the initiative to walk over, stand with the little girl, and take a group photo.

Some onlookers asked, "Is this painting for sale?" How much does it cost?"

Ning Yue nodded and shook her head: "Sell, but, sell to someone who is destined."

The direct barrage brushed up frantically again: "What do you mean? Why do you sell it to someone who is destined, who is that fateful person? Was she so stimulated that she became chattering?"

"You know! Do you see the words written by An Ningyue on the painting? It's regular script, but it's much better than the regular script you usually see, and it's clear that you've written your own style, and this pair of characters alone is worth the money of the old nose!"

"And that poem, Chunjiang Plumbing Duck Prophet, you search the Internet, can you find this poem?

Lao Tzu searched for a long time and didn't find it, this is a poem written by An Ningyue on the spot, this calligraphy and painting alone is worth six figures!"

That's right, this

There is no Su Shi in the world, so this poem does not exist!

"Oh my God, I just see that this painting is good, it's worth thirty or fifty dollars, it turns out that there are so many Taoists here."

"Upstairs is rough, thirty or fifty you want to buy her paintings, dream! You may not be able to win it even if you multiply it eighteen hundredfold."

There was everything in the live broadcast room, and there were more and more people around the table in Ningyue, the commercial street, "You said that you sold it to someone who was destined, so who are you waiting for?"

Ning Yue pursed her lips and didn't answer again, and soon, a few hurried old men came over at the east end of the street, and several people squeezed into the crowd and directly surrounded the table.

"It's a regular script, and it's been completed, you really wrote this character?"

Ning Yue: Fortunately, it was taken by the camera, otherwise she really couldn't explain it.

"Yes."

"I bought this painting, how about 100,000?"

Ning Yue: It's a knowledgeable person. Compared with painting, her words are indeed higher, after all, in the previous life, she almost held a brush every day to write and fold, and painting is only occasionally played, so there will naturally be a difference.

On the barrage: "Rub! Someone really gives 100,000 yuan, and everyone's paintings may not be able to sell for 100,000 yuan, right?"

"The old man won't be someone who invited him, this is really enough to be willing to spend his blood."

The owner of the Four Treasures Shop also came over at this time, "Old man Wen, you are bullying other people's little girls who are young and don't know how to do it, right?

This poem alone is worth 100,000 yuan, plus her calligraphy, and this painting, I will accept 200,000 yuan directly!"

The old man Wen who was named suddenly said urgently, "Go aside! I like this painting, don't you want to take it, 200,000 is 200,000, girl, how do you transfer money?"

Then, the two old men quarreled.

Several other old men also jumped out to join in the fun: "What do you want, I still want it, I'll give 210,000."

"I'll give 220,000."

After a lot of noise, soon the painting was noisy to 280,000, well, it's really noisy!

Seeing that the others were not arguing, Old Man Wen said proudly: "Girl, you see that they are not arguing, this painting belongs to me, I will transfer it to you directly."

Who knew that Ning Yue shook her head again, "Old man, we are recording the show now, and all the mobile phones have been collected by the program team, if you want to buy a painting, you can only give me cash."

Old man Wen took the mobile phone in his hand, "...... What kind of program is this, what kind of mobile phone does it receive when you record a program?"

There was no way, he could only ask people to go to the bank and withdraw a bag of money and give it to Ning Yue, who also handed over the painting to Old Man Wen.

The painting was sold, and the people dispersed quickly, Ning Yue entered the store again, she directly took out a wad of money and handed it to the shopkeeper, "Thanks to your old help today, these are considered as if I bought your set of stationery."