Li Bahai’s eyes lit up, and he immediately understood that the propaganda method of the list was Ah Qing’s idea. He suddenly felt his love for talent, and quickly nodded: "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 for a while."

Lan Qing'er walked 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 did not conceal the deep affection in his eyes. Lan Qing'er only felt his heart beating faster, and the blood from his whole body instantly rushed to his brain. He didn't notice that his face was slightly red, and he 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 he was born out of the world but it was so shocking, and it made people bear it. I couldn't help being caught by the momentum, and I also held my breath.

Click or describe, or splash or sprinkle, the strokes are precise and easy to breathe, Feng Yumo concentrates, frowns slightly, and there seems to be a faint flow of fairy air around his body, and the passers-by do not even dare to breathe in the atmosphere, I am afraid that they will be shocked. The painter.

I don't know how long time has passed, until Feng Yu's ink brush falls, and then he puts the pen on the inkstone.

What he painted is a heavy-color mountain ink painting.

This painting is elegant, tranquil, ethereal, wild, majestic, and lush, majestic, and at a glance, it resembles that the mountain is in front of you, 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 into 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 enthusiastic and blurted out: "The sky is going to the sky, and the sky is up to the five mountains to 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 the pen again and wrote Lan Qing'er's poem beside the painting.

"Hey! Don't write!" Lan Qing'er hurriedly stopped, but Feng Yumo was very fast, and when she realized that the poem 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 may have affected the artistic conception of the painting, but it's all inscribed, so forget it."

"Well, Qing'er's poetic mood is magnificent, and the painting on it is that the painting hides the realm of poetry." Feng Yumo looked serious: "I just put the poem up without Qing'er's consent, and hope that Qing'er 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 filled with 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 will wait for my good news."

"Well, then there will be Boss Lao Li." Lan Qing'er said contemptuously.

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 embarrassing, and she glanced at Lan Qing'er beside her. Lan Qing'er nodded, and Feng Yumo took Yupan's finger: "The little student will accept it first. If you have time, you will come to visit. I only hope that Boss Li will not be too poor and poor at that time."

"Where is it!" Li Bahai waved his hand and slapped Feng Yumo's shoulder repeatedly: "I, Li Bahai, can't misunderstand 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 didn't dare to be."

"Haha, by the way, I still have something urgent to do, brother, goodbye bye!"

"That 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, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly. 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 poetry, calligraphy and painting. As Lan Qinger said, she was too busy to even eat food. When Qin Lan delivered 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 ordered 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 did not decrease much. Seeing the crowds rushing in 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 fierce like tigers..." Lan Qing'er shook her head. They were both closed, 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 tire Feng Yumo to death.

"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 by myself." Lan Qing'er trembled in her heart and quickly took the Sipa. After a trot, Feng Yumo's face turned pale, with some worry in her heart, and she picked up his Hand, carefully help him get his pulse.

The breath was weak, but it was warmed by a pulse of energy, which was extremely powerful.

Lan Qing'er frowned slightly, the band was strong in the emptiness, and the strong piercing through the emptiness, complementing each other, this situation is very strange.

"His Royal Highness, have you ever studied martial arts? Or have you taken any medicine?"

Feng Yumo's face was stunned, and he said indifferently, "I didn't lack anything to eat and wear in the palace since I was a child. If it is a martial arts practice, all the royal children must practice martial arts. 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 live until now. Hearing his answer, it seemed that he was trying to avoid something, so 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 drew is his reward."

Feng Yumo blinked and said, "It turns out that...then my dear, why don't you let me paint more paintings today? My husband hasn't given my dear anything. Earn more money and give it to my dear, and 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 a thousand 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."

"Thank you, 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, and I don't want to hurt him."

Lan Qing'er pouted her lips in a noncommittal way, 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 am a husband and wife. If you don't want to call my husband, you can call me Yu. Is this... okay? "

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. After all, she and him have not known him to be a husband and wife, so let's call it Yu for the time being.

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 this 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 had no 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 from his face. What exactly did these two little ancestors make? 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 make money anyway, so she would not miss it.

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 can she do with it?

Feng Slave also found it incredible. She thought about the results of taking the stage, but she didn't 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 loophole to get into the backstage and merge with Yi Feng.

Feng Nu saw an adult man standing next to Yi Feng, and it instantly became clear.

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 and looked at her. Although her face was immature and her voice was still childish, the questions she asked hit the nail on the head.

Feng Slave heard it, 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 terrible 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 took a picture of 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. 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 just 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 had always watched indifferently. No one had said a word for her, and no one contradicted her father.