Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Oh, everyone, look, the slave family can learn painting from our boss, and you have learned such a realm... I think the stupid and naive boss who came to my family must have passed on her painting skills to a lot of people. …”

As he said that, he deliberately aggravated the word "personal biography".

Sure enough, when Bei Xiuli heard this, her face couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing this scene, Feng Lan laughed even more in her heart, and couldn't help but continue to add fuel to her jealousy.

"But the slave family heard that every time our Boss Feng teaches an apprentice, he will save the best painting in the apprentice's hand and carefully frame it and hide it..."

"...Is this true?"

Hearing his words, Bei Xiuli couldn't help but light up.

According to what he said, if Ouyang Lian was really Feng Han's "personal apprentice", then she would have left a pair of his paintings as well.

She knew about Brother Lian's painting skills.

She can recognize it just by looking at it!

Plus, a long time ago, she also vaguely heard that when Brother Lian was young and frivolous, he once lingered in the world's first wind and moon land...

Thinking of this, Bei Xiuli's heart tightened instantly, and she couldn't help clenching her hands a little.

Then she really had to see what the legendary Feng Han looked like, so that all men in the world could fall for him!

"...This girl from Hualing, since you said so, this girl feels that it is necessary to check with your boss Feng."

Bei Xiuli blurted out, and felt that something was wrong. After a pause, she couldn't help but add, "After all, copying famous paintings is a very dishonorable thing. I don't want Ouyang's concubine to be like this because of my few remarks. You have been wronged!"

"Is that so..."

Hearing this, Feng Lan only murmured, but did not immediately agree.

But in the eyes, he raised his bright smile, turned around leisurely, bowed his head, and stared at Xiang Xing who was eating melons and watching a play.

"Sister Xing'er, do you still want to continue shopping?"

He raised his hand and rubbed the little guy's fluffy little head while laughing softly, "If you still want to go shopping, we won't take this sister back and continue to eat delicious food~"

"you!……"

Listening to his words that didn't take herself seriously at all, Bei Xiuli almost didn't get angry.

A mere dust girl, she felt that she was so neglected, the princess of Beihu!

And, besides, in front of a little girl who is about the same age as him, he called her "sister"!

How could a woman stand such an insult!

"……what."

In this room, Feng Lan was caught off guard by this question, but Xiang Xing didn't respond too much, and only answered blankly.

And looking at the man's pointed eyes, and the princess Bei Xiuli who was about to turn into a fire-breathing dragon behind him, the little guy tilted his head and couldn't help but think about it.

Well.

Red scarf... No, the bad boy's intuition told her that Feng Lan was doing something bad, and she was playing tricks on Bei Xiuli.

——Then she must cooperate with him!

After thinking about it, the little guy nodded firmly, and immediately took out the acting skills she had learned from the previous little golden figures and queen-actors-with a tired look on her face.

"Well, Sister Hua Ling, Xing'er's legs hurt from walking, and Xing'er also wants to go back and drink tea made by Sister Fenghan."

Xiang Xing wailed softly and secretly watched the change in Bei Xiu's expression.

Turning her soft eyes, she couldn't help but learn from Feng Lan, adding more to her, "Sister Hualing, you know, once Xing'er is tired, only the 'Nian refining tea' carefully prepared by Sister Feng Han can relieve the fatigue... "