"Look at me, girl Hualing. It''s not sold or thrown away, but it''s used to make a facade for my small painting stall and be a treasure of the town stall... It turned out to be a good result. It was slandered by the girl who didn''t know where!"


    "Everyone in the neighborhood knows my reputation. How can I sell fake paintings and show fake paintings?"


    Xu was his too excited cry. Listening to him was really sincere. Boss Zhang''s voice fell. Some people watching the excitement around couldn''t help nodding one after another.


    "Yes, boss Zhang draws well and the price is cheap. Our master likes it and often comes to buy it!"


    "Yes! Besides, this is the east capital. Who dares to copy her paintings and sell them under boss Feng''s eyes?"


    There were more and more chattering words around, and finally turned into a more noisy scene.


    Xiang Xing, who was standing in the center of the crowd, felt all kinds of echoes around him and couldn''t help but frown.


    Um.


    It''s so noisy.


    She came to see the excitement, not to listen to the noise.


    Thinking, the little guy left his mouth and subconsciously pulled Feng Lan''s sleeve.


    The man immediately understood, couldn''t help laughing gently, and gently patted the back of the little hand holding his arm tightly.


    The magnificent peach blossom eyes turned slightly again. Later, it seemed that they had an idea and raised their eyebrows slightly.


    Without saying a word, I first took the landscape painting scroll from the north beautiful hand, displayed it in front of me and looked at it carefully.


    "Well... At first glance, it really looks like the handwriting of our boss."


    He nodded thoughtfully, raised his eyes and looked north with a beautiful smile.


    He continued, "I don''t know why this girl said that this painting is a copy?"


    "... hum!"


    Looking at the clothes of Feng LAN and Xiang Xing, plus the boss''s "Feng Xiang building" one by one, Bei Xiuli looked at them with an undisguised disdain.


    Anyone who does anything dares to talk to her.


    Tut.


    However, although she thinks so in her heart, on the surface, beixiuli still thinks she should keep a low profile.


    I can only turn my eyes and hold my chest reluctantly. I don''t have a good way, "you two don''t know. My father... I happen to have a painting collected by my father, also known as the picture of thousands of valleys competing for flow!"


    "That painting is not only the composition of the whole painting, the location of mountains and rivers, the number of trees and birds, including painting, strength, hook and fold, and even coloring skills... It is exactly the same as the one in your hand!"


    "I''m not talented. I''m also famous for my appreciation of the painting! Therefore, I can conclude that this painting must be related to the picture of thousands of valleys competing for current collected by my father!"


    Speaking of this, Bei Xiuli suddenly smiled coldly and looked at Feng LAN and Xiang Xing.


    Her voice was more cool. "Moreover, based on your conversation just now, I can conclude that this painting... Must be copied by your kiln boss! Or by Ouyang Lian, the son-in-law of Beihu!"


    As soon as this remark came out, the people around could not help shouting in surprise.


    Ouyang Lian?


    What a familiar name... Ah, isn''t it the eldest childe of the imperial power minister Ouyang Taiwei''s family!


    In other words, he was also a little famous figure in Dongdu. He often went in and out of Fengxiang building and even made some friends with boss fenghan