Vol 3 Chapter 2718: Not as an example

Li Bahai’s eyes lit up, and he immediately understood that the propaganda method of the list was Ah Qing’s idea. He suddenly nodded and said, "Okay. +++ The entire Tanmei novel: www.mtlnovel. Como's words are settled!"
Li Bahai readily agreed, and Lan Qing'er's eyes flashed with precision, and his mouth was slightly hooked: "Then it's settled. Then, please wait a while."
Lan Qing'er walked up to Feng Yumo and said in his ear nearby: "The crown prince, you have to do your best for this painting. In the future, we will rely on it for our cherished goals."
With a gleam of clear jade-like eyes, Feng Yumo smiled and nodded, then spread the paper again. Seeing Feng Yumo was about to start painting, Lan Qinger sat aside to help him polish the ink, Feng Yumo took With a brush and ink, his eyes look at Lan Qing'er, soft as clear water, but infinitely affectionate.
Feng Yumo didn't conceal the deep affection in his eyes. Lan Qing'er only felt that his heart beats faster, and the blood from his whole body instantly rushed to his brain. He felt his face flushed slightly, and quickly turned away.
In front of Feng Yumo, her concentration was so easy to break through, she didn't think she was also a in her bones.
Feng Yumo closed his eyes and pondered for a while, but when he opened his eyes again, he seemed to have changed another person. His eyes were deep condensed, and an aura came out naturally. It was natural, and it was so shocking when he was born. I couldn't help being caught by the momentum, and I also held my breath.
Point or trace, splash or sprinkle, the strokes are precise and easy to breathe, Feng Yumo concentrates, frowns slightly, there seems to be a faint air flow around the body, the passers-by do not even dare to breathe the atmosphere, I am afraid that it will be shocked The painter.
I don't know how long time has passed, until Feng Yu's ink brush drops, and then he puts the pen on the inkstone.
What he painted is a heavy-color mountain ink painting.
This painting is elegant, peaceful, ethereal, wild, majestic, and lush, majestic, and at a glance, it resembles the mountain in front of it, with a strong shock and visual impact, making people forget to breathe.
Looking at this painting, it seems that time is still at this moment.
"Okay, good painting!" Suddenly, a high-pitched cry came out, pulling the people who had been stunned to reality. What followed was an overwhelming sound of admiration, and the people walking on the road surrounded them. After coming over, the crowd on the originally deserted stand surrounded the inner three floors and the outer three floors.
"Good painting, good painting, masterpiece..." Li Bahai's eyes widened, his saliva almost flowed out as he watched the painting.
Listening to the violent admiration from the crowd again, Lan Qing'er's vanity suddenly soared, and she was surprised to find that she would also have this mentality.
Looking at the landscape ink paintings by Feng Yumo, Lan Qing'er felt hot, and blurted out: "The sky is bound to the sky, and the five mountains cover the red city. The net o rooftop is forty-eight thousand meters, and she wants to fall southeast. ."
As soon as Lan Qing'er's voice fell, Feng Yumo was stunned, and his eyes flashed: "Good poem!" Then he picked up his pen again and wrote Lan Qing'er's poem beside the painting.
"Hey! Don't write it!" Lan Qing'er hurriedly stopped, but Feng Yumo was very fast, and when she realized that the verse was already on the paper.
Feng Yumo stopped writing and asked in doubt, "Why not write?"
Lan Qing'er pursed her lips. This poem was originally Li Bai's poem. It was stolen by her now, but the world she traveled through did not connect with her original world.
I secretly apologized to Li Bai, and Lan Qinger said, "I just picked up this poem casually. I'm afraid it will affect the artistic conception of the painting, but it's all inscribed, so forget it."
"Well, Qing'er's poetic conception is magnificent, and the title is that this painting hides the verse of poetry." Feng Yumo looked serious: "I just put the poem on the title without Qinger's consent, and hope that Qinger will forgive him. ."
"Since all the questions are up, forget it this time, let's not take it as an example."
"Well, let's not take this as an example." Feng Yumo's eyes were full of love.
While the two of you were talking to me, Li Bahai couldn't wait to put the painting away, for fear that others would him: "Mr. Ji, A Qing, then paint me Take it away first, you two wait for my good news."
"Well, then there will be Boss Lao Li." Lan Qing'er said politely.
Li Bahai spread his five fingers: "No problem, everything is on my Li Bahai, oh yes," Li Bahai removed the jade finger on his hand as if thinking of something, and handed it to Feng Yumo: "If Ji Xian
Sheng figured it out, then take this jade pull and point to Fulong Muzhuang, I, Li Bahai, are waiting for a ride at any time! "
Feng Yumo's face was awkward, and he glanced at Lan Qing'er next to him. Lan Qing'er nodded, and Feng Yumo took Yupan's finger: "Then Xiaosheng will accept it first. If you have time, you will come to visit. I only hope that Boss Li will not be too poor at that time."
"Where is it!" Li Bahai waved his big hand and slapped Feng Yumo's shoulder repeatedly: "I, Li Bahai, can't misread people, Mr. Ji, you are the dragon among people!"
As soon as he said this, Lan Qing'er on the side couldn't help but laugh, Li Bahai, standing in front of you is the current prince of the Yanyue Dynasty!
"Exceeded award, overrated. Yu dare not be."
"Haha, by the way, I still have something urgent to do, brother, goodbye bye!"
"Then Yu won't bother Boss Li anymore. Goodbye. Neto"
Li Bahai laughed, patted the picture scroll in his hand, turned and left.
Looking at Li Bahai's back, Lan Qing'er knocked on the folding fan in her hand, the corners of her mouth slightly raised. Li Bahai, I hope you don't break your promise.
After seeing Feng Yumo's greatness, many people scrambled to ask for Feng Yumo's poems, calligraphy and painting. As Lan Qinger said, he was too busy to even eat food. When Qin Lan brought the food, it was almost impossible. Can't even squeeze in, Lan Qing'er divided some of the money earned today to Qin Lan and told her to make something delicious tonight.
Qin Lan nodded, took the money and went back.
Feng Yumo was too busy to stop. Lan Qing'er received the money and felt soft. When the sunset came to the west, the flow of people still didn't decrease much. Seeing the crowds coming from all directions, Lan Qing'er had to intervene and tell Feng Yumo will open a stall tomorrow morning, and then drive people away like a dominatrix.
The two set up their stalls as quickly as possible, and left Chengnan Street as if they had fled. They walked to a bend, and the two stopped to catch their breath.
"Diao people are as fierce as a tiger..." Lan Qing'er shook her head and said, they both ended up, and those people were still chasing after them. She regretted letting Li Bahai go for publicity. If there were so many people every day, how could it be? Don't exhaust Feng Yumo.
"Dear."
A gentle cry came from behind, Lan Qing'er turned her head and saw Feng Yumo holding a silk paw to wipe her sweat.
"I'll do it myself." Lan Qing'er trembled in her heart and quickly took the Sipa. After a round of trotting, Feng Yumo's face turned pale, with some worry in her heart, and she picked up his Hand, carefully help him get the pulse.
The breath was weak, but it was warmed by a pulse of energy, which was extremely powerful.
Lan Qing'er frowned slightly, strong in the emptiness, and strong in the emptiness, complementing each other. This situation is very strange.
"His Royal Highness, have you studied martial arts? Or have you taken any medicine?"
Feng Yumo's face was stunned, and he said lightly: "I didn't lack anything to eat and wear in the palace since I was a child. If it is to practice martial arts, all the royal children must practice martial arts, but my dear, I can see that something is wrong. local?"
Feng Yumo said that he had suffered serious injuries before, and it must be very difficult to survive until now. Hearing his answer seemed to be trying to avoid something, Lan Qinger stopped asking, "Oh, that's how it is." I was secretly thinking that if I don't say it now, there will be opportunities to know slowly in the future.
"My dear, what did you say to Li Bahai today? Why did he say good news to wait for him when he left?"
Lan Qing'er squinted her beautiful eyes, bringing out a glimmer of light: "I will ask him to help you publicize. The painting you painted is his reward."
Feng Yumo blinked and said, "So that's it... Then my dear, why don't you let me paint more paintings today? My husband hasn't given me anything, so I can make more money and give it to my dear, so my husband will feel more at ease. "
Lan Qing'er felt warm, and met his crystal clear eyes, and said softly: "His Royal Highness's calligraphy can't be worth only 1,000 yuan. The royal prince's worth is not that low, so I only paint one picture a day. Slowly increase the price, it is the so-called rare thing is expensive."
Feng Yumo thought for a while: "Dear Gaoming."
"Thanks for the award, by the way, why don't you go to Li Bahai as an artist? That's a beautiful job."
Feng Yumo's eyes darkened: "Qing'er, I'm surrounded by those inside secret agents. Boss Li is a good person. I don't want to hurt him."
Lan Qing'er pouted her lips noncommittal, Li Ba
Is the sea a good person? That's it!
"My dear," Feng Yumo whispered again: "Don't call me the crown prince in the future, okay? I and you are married. If you don't want to call my husband, you can call me Yu. Is this... OK? "
Feng Yumo's clear eyes were full of prayers, Lan Qing'er pursed his lips and nodded.
It is absolutely impossible for her husband to be able to scream.
A breeze blew, with a little coolness, and seeing Feng Yumo wearing only a light green Confucian costume, Lan Qing'er felt tight, and took his hand and walked in one direction.
Feng Slave itself looks ordinary, and today the makeup artist just drew her make-up hastily, plus the perfunctory clothes, where can she get a quote.
"150000!"
In the corner, Yi Feng suddenly raised his hand and shouted the price, but Zhang Ergou didn't have time to stop him.
Yi Long nodded slightly, and secretly supported Yi Feng: "Sister, you and I think the price is the same."
Zhang Ergou wiped the sweat on his face. What was the idea of ​​these two little ancestors? He just brought them to learn more, but he didn't let them spend money to buy women! If this is known by Steward Cheng, he is afraid that he will lose his job.
Yi Long seemed to see his worry and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, we won't tell Uncle Cheng."
Seeing that Fang Yuanyuan was actually bought by someone, she would not miss it because she made money anyway.
When Yi Feng went to the stage to get the hydrangea in Fengnu's hand, the people in the audience thought it was incredible. It was such a small child who bought a home. What could she do with it?
Feng Slave also found it incredible. She had thought about the results of taking the stage, but she did not expect it to be so unexpected.
She took Yi Feng's hand and walked towards the backstage. Yi Long and Zhang Ergou also found a way to get into the backstage and join Yi Feng.
Feng Nu saw an adult man standing next to Yi Feng, instantly knowing.
She took off the jewelry on her body, put them on the table one by one, then carefully put them into the box and handed them to Yi Feng. He glanced at Yi Long and Zhang Ergou again, hesitated a few times, and then started to undress.
"Wait a minute." Seeing that the situation was not right, Yi Feng immediately spoke to dissuade him.
Feng Nu looked puzzled, since she was photographed, everything about her belongs to them! 150,000 is not a small amount, although these things are not worth the price at all!
"Do you have any difficulties?" Yi Feng raised his eyes to look at her. Although her face is immature and her voice is still a little childish, the questions she asked hit the nail on the head.
Feng Slave heard this, and tears fell immediately.
"Dad wants to treat my brother, so he asked me to come out and make money."
"What's the disease?" Yi Long couldn't see the girl crying. Seeing how miserable she was crying, he couldn't help asking.
"I don't know what's wrong, but my father said that if I don't bring the money back tonight, he will break my leg!"
The cruel father, for the sake of his son, let his underage daughter come to such a place to make money!
"You photographed me today, and I can take 5,000 yuan back." Feng Nu thought of this, gave a wry smile, and continued: "So, what you ask me to do tonight, I will not resist."
For what? Yi Feng looked at her elder brother and then at herself. The two of them really couldn't do anything to her. The only one who could do to her seemed to be Zhang Ergou.
"Zhang Ergou, would you bully others?"
Yi Feng closed his hands and asked Zhang Ergou seriously.
"Definitely not! I don't like this type!" Zhang Ergou likes the mature and plump type, and he has no interest in this kind of little girl who is not fully developed.
"Huh?" Feng Nu didn't expect this to become his own wishful thinking. Since they didn't want to do anything to her, why did they take her picture?
Yi Feng handed the jewelry to Feng Nu's hand, "I just photographed you simply because you were embarrassed by standing on it. Not only yours, I don't want jewelry. You take it and go home early! Don’t worry about your family. ."
Is the family worried? Never before! When her father punched and kicked her, her brother and mother always watched indifferently. No one said a word for her, and no one contradicted her father.