Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Miss Hualing, look at me, this is not sold or thrown away, but it is used to fill my little painting booth as a facade, to be a treasure of the town... The result is good, I don't know where it came from. The girl opened her mouth and slandered!"

"Neighbors who don't know my reputation as Scholar Zhang, how can I sell fake paintings and exhibit fake paintings!"

Xu was his over-excited shout, and it sounded genuinely sincere. Boss Zhang's voice finally fell, and the surrounding people who were watching the excitement couldn't help but nod their heads one after another.

"Yes, Boss Zhang paints well, and the price is cheap. Our master likes it, and he often buys it!"

"That's right! Besides, this is Dongdu, who would dare to copy her paintings and sell them under the eyes of Boss Feng?"

There were more and more chattering words around, and finally it turned into an even more noise.

Xiang Xing, who was standing at the center of the crowd, suddenly felt the echoes all around him, and couldn't help frowning his soft brows.

Well.

So noisy.

She came to watch the fun, not to listen to the noise.

Thinking about it, the little guy pouted and subconsciously pulled Feng Lan's sleeve.

The man immediately understood, he couldn't help but smiled slightly, and patted the back of the little hand that was holding his arm tightly in secret.

The magnificent peach blossom eyes turned a little further, and then, as if she had an idea, she raised her brows slightly.

But without saying a word, he first took the landscape scroll from Bei Xiuli's hand, displayed it in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

"Well... at first glance, it does look like the handwriting of our boss."

He nodded thoughtfully, raised his eyes again, and smiled at Beixiu.

Continue to speak, "I don't know why this girl said that this painting is a copy?"

"……Humph!"

Looking at Feng Lan and Xiang Xing's costumes, plus the "Fengxianglou" that the boss said one by one, Bei Xiuli looked at the two with an undisguised look of contempt.

Anyone who did anything would dare to talk to her.

Gee.

However, despite what she thought in her heart, on the surface, Bei Xiuli still felt that she should keep a low profile.

He could only roll his eyes, hug his chest reluctantly, and said in a sullen voice, "You two don't know, this master... I happen to have a copy of my father's collection in this girl's house, which is also called "Wanhe Contending for Liu". Picture" painting!"

"And that painting, not only the composition of the whole painting, the position of the landscape, the number of trees and birds, including the strokes, strength, hooking, and even the coloring skills... are all exactly the same as the one in your hand!"

"This girl is not talented, and we are also famous for her appreciation of paintings! Therefore, I can conclude that there must be a connection between this painting and the painting of "Struggling for Flows in Ten Thousand Valleys" that my father kept!"

Having said this, Bei Xiuli suddenly smiled grimly, and looked at Feng Lan and Xiang Xing even more without disgust.

His voice became even cooler, "Also, based on your conversation just now, this girl can also conclude that this painting... must be copied by your kiln owner! It was also copied by the Northern Hu's concubine Ouyang!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding people who were watching the lively people couldn't help shouting in surprise.

Ouyang Lian?

Such a familiar name... ah, isn't it the eldest son of the family of Taiwei Ouyang, a powerful minister!

In other words, this man was also a well-known figure in Dongdu back then, and he often went in and out of Fengxiang Building, and even had some friendship with Boss Fenghan...