Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Xiang Xing and Feng Lan couldn't help being stunned when they heard the sound of this silver bell, which sounded like a charming little girl's scolding.

At the bottom of their respective eyes, there was an unspoken interest in eating melons and watching dramas at the same time.

"It seems that there is a good show to watch~"

Feng Lan was the first to come back to her senses, she couldn't help laughing, and directly pulled up Xiang Xing's little hand.

He led the little guy with the big candied haws in his mouth and ran, and said as he ran, "Let's go, Sister Xing'er, let's watch the fun!"

"what……"

The little guy was dragged by him to the point that he almost lost his footing, and could only keep up with the staggering pace.

After a while, Feng Lan took her to the back of the audience that had already gathered together. And quickly pushed aside the crowd and got in.

Going straight to the innermost part of the entertainment circle, the two of them saw a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, standing in a small painting booth, frowning in embarrassment.

In front of him, there was a young girl about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a delicate and beautiful face, with her hands on her hips, and aggressively questioning him.

Seeing the girl's face clearly, Xiang Xing couldn't help but stunned.

This face is so familiar.

...

Hey, isn't it in the side storyline, the one who had an affair with his brother-in-law and was pregnant with a moon cub, what kind of second princess Bei Hu, Bei Xiuli!

Unexpectedly, she came all the way to the east of Daxuanyuan.

In this way, Situ Ling, the little emperor, is really in a dangerous situation with wolves in front and tigers behind.

Miserable in one word.

The little guy who was silently sighing, couldn't help but subconsciously turned his attention to the other hand that Princess Xiu held high.

I saw that what she held and unfolded in her hand was a long landscape scroll.

This painting is ingeniously conceived, and the landscape and birds are lifelike.

Thinking about it, the little guy frowned slightly and couldn't help but take a closer look.

Well.

How does it feel that in the memory of the original owner, Miss Sister, this painting seems to have been seen somewhere.

It seems to be a tribute in the palace, or a gift or something...

However, just as she tilted her little head and was still racking her brains, the man beside her turned her eyes slightly, as if she had realized something.

Immediately, he curled his lips into a smile, then pulled Xiang Xing up and led her directly to the middle-aged scholar and Bei Xiuli.

"Boss Zhang, what happened?"

He just heard Feng Lan change her voice, and then she turned her body up again, posing as his top oiran's delicate and charming posture, and asked the middle-aged scholar gently and tenderly.

"...Oh, it was the girl Hualing!"

Boss Zhang glanced at Feng Lan, his eyes lit up instantly, as if he had caught some life-saving straw, he went straight out of the back of the painting booth.

With a look of help, he hurriedly continued, "Miss Hualing, you are here just in time, please help me, Lao Zhang, to explain it!"

As he said, he suddenly glanced at Nabeixiu with a sad expression on his face, and his face was about to cry without tears, "This girl somehow insists on saying that this painting of mine is fake and copied! "

"But no one of you Fengxianglou should know that this "Ten Thousand Hengs Fighting for Liutu" was drawn by your boss Feng personally, and it was photographed by me with a hundred taels of gold!"

Speaking of this, Boss Zhang suddenly seemed to think of something, and the old face slightly stunned.