The four of them went in one after another, only to find that the store of Longyi Zhai was much larger than expected.

On the east and west sides of the south gate, there are not walls with paintings and calligraphy, but rows of display shelves arranged in sequence, and behind the shelves are the wooden walls with simple decorations.

The calligraphy and painting works on the display shelves are arranged very randomly, and among the adjacent paintings, one may be a magnificent splash of ink, one is a graceful and delicate painting of flowers and birds, and the other is a calligraphy of dragons flying and phoenixes, which are not subdivided according to categories at all.

Because of this, they don't focus on it when they look at it, but follow the other customers who come into the store to look carefully one by one to see if they can see if it can be as good as the eye.

"Jiang Shu, Jingrong, look, what a beautiful brocade chicken picture——!" As she walked to the last row on the east side, Zhao Manqing was first attracted by a brightly colored painting hanging in the middle.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the two of them to react, they immediately pushed aside a few customers who were blocking the front and walked over.

Jiang Shu and Yu Jingrong took a step back with a screen, but saw that it was a painting composed of hibiscus flowers, golden pheasants, grass, and bluestone. The whole painting is vertical, the hibiscus branch hangs down from the upper left corner, spreads to the middle and lower right position, below the flower branch, is a green grassland, on the grass standing and lying on the stomach two brocade chickens with different expressions, in the lower right corner of the painting, are two bluestones of different sizes and shapes.

"I think it should be called 'Hibiscus Brocade Chicken'." After stopping and watching for a moment, Yu Jingrong smiled lightly and said confidently.

"How do you know that there is no title on this painting?" Zhao Manqing turned her head to look at her suspiciously.

Yu Jingrong tilted his head to meet her eyes, and pulled the corners of his lips lightly: "Song Huizong Zhao Ji, there was a famous painting called "Hibiscus Brocade Chicken Picture", this painting has both hibiscus and brocade chicken, presumably made in imitation of its name. ”

"And what do you think of this?" Jiang Shu groaned for a moment and asked with a smile.

Regarding Song Huizong's "Hibiscus Brocade Chicken", her teacher in the art class in her previous life mentioned it, and there is also an illustration of that painting in the textbook, but there is no such clarity in coloring.

"This is a imitation of the title, it can't be said that the imitation is good or bad," Yu Jingrong turned his head sideways and moved his gaze to her, "Song Huizong's painting can become a masterpiece of the world, it must have its merits, but this hibiscus flowers and leaves are full, two brocade chickens stand and lie down, one is leisurely, the other is lazy, the demeanor is vividly portrayed, and it is also a remarkable work, and the color is bright and bold, and it looks more pleasing to the eye." ”

"The girl has a good eye, so this painting will be given to the girl." As soon as she said this, a middle-aged man in a dark blue robe suddenly walked out of one side, walked over and took off the painting, rolled it up neatly, and handed it to her with both hands.

"What does the shopkeeper mean by that?" Yu Jingrong subconsciously took two steps back, and said with a puzzled face.

The middle-aged man looked up at her and said, "The owner of this painting has explained that if any guest can recognize this painting, he will give the painting to him for free, which can be regarded as a friendship." ”

"No, no, no," Yu Jingrong immediately waved his hand, "The little woman is not a person who knows how to paint, this time she just guessed by luck, how can she take other people's things for nothing." ”

"But after all, the girl is right, that is, she meets the conditions of the owner of this painting, and asks the girl to accept it, so as not to embarrass the villain." The middle-aged man handed the painting a few closer to her again.

"Then I wonder who the owner of this painting is?" Yu Jingrong didn't raise his hand to pick it up, was silent for a while, and asked softly.

"Yes......"

"It's me—" The man in the middle was just about to say the name of the owner of the painting, when a firm and clear male voice suddenly came from one side.