Chapter 1152: The cute and adorable little general of the "Oiran" (37)
Hearing this silver bell, Xiang Xing and Feng Lan couldn't help but froze for a while, feeling like a furious little girl.
At the same time, there was a light of interest in eating melons and watching theaters at the same time in the bottom of their respective eyes.
"There seems to be a good show to watch"
Feng Lan was the first to recover, couldn't help laughing, and directly raised Xiang Xing's little hand.
He ran the little guy with the big candied haws skewers directly, and said as he ran, "Go, sister Xing'er, let's watch the fun!"
"what……"
The little guy was so dragged by him that he almost couldn't stand his heels, and could only stagger enough to keep up.
After a while, Feng Lan led her to the back of the theater crowd that had gathered together. He quickly pushed aside the crowd and got in.
Straight into the innermost part of the bustling circle, the two saw a middle-aged man dressed in stern clothes as a scholar, standing in a small painting booth, frowning in embarrassment.
In front of him, there was a girl who looked at Mo who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a gorgeous dress and a beautiful face, who was akimbo, aggressively condemning him.
Seeing the girl's face clearly, Xiang Xing couldn't help but be surprised.
This face is so familiar.
...
Hey, isn't it the second princess of Beihu who has an affair with his brother-in-law in the branch plot, and who is pregnant with a moon cub, Bei Xiuli!
Unexpectedly, she ran to the east of Da Xuanyuan.
In this way, Situ Ling, the little emperor, is really in a dangerous situation with wolves in front and tigers behind.
Misery is just one word.
The little guy who sighed silently couldn't help but subconsciously turned his attention to the other hand held high by the beautiful princess.
What she held and unfolded in her hand was a long landscape painting.
This painting is well conceived, and the landscape and birds are lifelike. At first glance, it is the work of a master with excellent painting skills.
Thinking about it, the little guy frowned slightly, and couldn't help taking a closer look.
Well.
How do you feel that this painting seems to have been seen somewhere in the memory of the original lady.
It seems to be a tribute in the palace, or a gift...
However, just as she tilted her small head and was still racking her brains, the man beside her turned his eyes slightly, as if he had realized something.
Immediately, he curled his lips and smiled lightly, and took Xiang Xing up again, leading her directly to the middle-aged scholar and Bei Xiuli.
"Boss Zhang, what happened?"
He only heard Feng Lan change his voice, and held his body up again, posing as his top oiran in the world-famous posture, and asked the middle-aged scholar in a gentle and gentle manner.
"...Oh, it was Girl Hua Liao!"
Boss Zhang glanced at Feng Lan, his eyes lit up in an instant, as if he had caught some life-saving straw, he walked straight out of the back of the painting booth.
With an expression of asking for help, he hurriedly continued, "Ms. Hua Leng, you are here at the right time, please help me explain to Lao Zhang!"
As he said, he suddenly looked at Bei Xiuli with a sad look, and collapsed her face without tears, "This girl somehow insists that my painting is a fake, it's a copy!" "
"But no one of you Fengxianglou should be aware of this "Ten Thousand Gully Struggle", but your boss Feng personally painted it and was photographed by me with a hundred taels of gold!"
At this point, Boss Zhang suddenly seemed to think of something, and his old face was slightly confused.