For the next period of time, Ning Yunxi was busy decorating her own small painting gallery. Sometimes she had free time, either drawing or writing a page or two of the small scripts she had conceived by herself. She was in a busy state.

In mid-June, Ning Yunxi's small painting gallery finally opened on a good day selected by the whole family.

"Xikuangzhai? What is this for? It looks like a study."

"Xikuangzhai? What a domineering name, but I heard it was a painting gallery, which seemed to be run by a woman."

"Don't you know? Xikuang is the painter who drew birthday banquet notes for the Wen family. Now in our county, he is quite famous. Many people want to ask her to paint."

On the day of opening, people watching the fun surrounded the small painting gallery with all kinds of discussions. At this time, the small painting gallery was full of festive red inside and outside, which did not look like the opening of the gallery, but instead felt like a wedding.

"Congratulations to Miss Ning, Mr. Lu came to congratulate!"

"Boss, you are so awesome. I will bring you my brothers to save the situation!"

Lu Han and Lu Fu came to Cong Jia to help early in the morning.

"Congratulations, girl Xi." As soon as the father and son were received, shopkeeper Meng came to congratulate him with a gift.

"Thank you."

As soon as Ning Yunxi invited Manager Meng into this head, he heard Mr. Zhou in the study laughing and said, "Girl Xi, we will be half of our fellow travelers in the future, so we need to take care of you."

"Mutual photos." Ning Yunxi, the welcome guest, was barely qualified, and was a little shameless. When a few people around him heard her and Mr. Zhou talk like this, their eyes looked at her.

"You are still this kind of personality." Old Zhou said helplessly.

Ning Yunxi bent the corners of her mouth slightly and showed a light smile. At this time, Dongfang Yixuan also arrived, "Congratulations."

"Thank you." When Ning Yunxi said thank you, Dongfang Yixuan waved his hand, and then a group of servants carrying the box walked in, "I wish you a prosperous business and a prosperous source of wealth."

A row of seven boxes were opened very neatly. Everyone looked over curiously, "Ah, are they all calligraphy and painting?"

Ning Yunxi opened a painting casually. She was not very familiar with painters of this era, but the quality of the painting was easy to distinguish. The painting in her hand was the best among the fine works. From this, most of the remaining paintings would not be much different from the one she took out casually.

"Such a generous gift... Even if I refuse, I guess you won't take it back." Ning Yunxi's words paused in the middle, a little confused, and said calmly, "Since that's the case, I'll be disrespectful."

Dongfang Yixuan pursed his lips and showed a faint smile. Although it disappeared in an instant, it still made people feel extremely amazing.

At this moment, Ning Yunxi was a little dizzy and thought that even if this person really had a crush on her, she might have agreed if she was so stupid... Cough, calm down!

After all the guests who should arrive, Ning Yunxi took everyone to formally visit her small painting gallery. After some renovation, her small painting gallery has undergone earth-shaking changes. Two-thirds of the entire backyard are separated to the front hall and become part of the exhibition hall, making people's vision extremely broad. The gallery also has a gallery feeling, which is both ancient and modern, novel and fascinating.

"This is really eye-opening!" Someone couldn't help but exclaim in admiration when he saw this scene.

"Yes, I have been to many art galleries, and this is the first time I have seen such an amazing design, great talent, great talent!"

"What's the design? Look at those paintings, painting is the most important thing!"

"Who is Xikuang? This painting is so exquisite. Every stroke is free and easy. It must be a master of artisanship and a master of painting!" This person didn't know Ning Yunxi's background, and someone soon gave him some popular science.

"The painter Xikuang cannot be called a gentleman. She is a woman. She has no class to teach and can't afford to be called a gentleman. But she has such achievements at a young age, and her future is promising."

"I think the title of Mr. Xikuang is not too much. Although Mr. Xikuang is still young, he has no priorities in learning, and those who are good at it are the first. These paintings are enough to prove Mr. Xikuang's strength. It is just around the corner to establish a sect!"

"How could it be so funny to start a sect? Don't praise it too much..."

Everyone began to argue about their own opinions. Most of them were literati, citing scriptures and writing, and their words were very lively. The result was that the name of Mr. Xikuang from Ning Yunxi spread like wildfire in various controversies.

"I wonder if Miss Ning still remembers me?" When Ning Yunxi was entertaining guests, a young man suddenly walked up to her and asked with a gentle temperament.

"Mr. Wen." Ning Yunxi had a good memory and immediately recognized the other party. It was Wen Haoxue, the third son of Wen's mansion.

Wen Haoxue showed a gentle smile, "It was precisely when Wen saw the girl's painting that day that day, he felt that the girl's painting skills were extraordinary and she would definitely achieve something in the future. But he didn't expect that in just a few days, the girl had already achieved such a success, which really made Wen very ashamed."

Ning Yunxi raised her eyebrows. In addition to being a little uncomfortable with the other party's literary words, she also felt a little novel, "Why are you ashamed?"

Faced with such straightforward doubts, Wen Haoxue didn't care at all and still replied gently, "I think Wen is four years older than the girl Xu, but she is mediocre and wasted time."

"Mr. Wen is a scholar. Saying this makes others ashamed." Ning Yunxi's other people naturally did not include her. Even if she was humble, she would help others be humble. As for herself, she admitted it with shame.

Wen Haoxue is a very honest and humble gentleman. He didn't think so much for a while, but he was a little embarrassed and said that his mere achievements were not worth mentioning.

"Miss Ning opened this painting museum, but do you want to sell paintings? Wen has fallen in love with two paintings. I wonder if the girl is willing to give up?" After saying gossip, Wen Haoxue turned to the whole, and he is also a person who loves painting.

"There is no plan to sell for the time being. Today is a celebration of opening, so the painting museum is free to visit, and there will be a fee in the future, so the painting cannot be sold." Ning Yunxi thought about it again and again, but he still felt that he would make money by collecting tickets. Of course, the paintings will eventually be sold. "But in the future, a painting will be sold every month. If Mr. Ning is interested, he can register his name. After the auction time of the painting, someone will send you an invitation."

It is rare to be valuable. It opens once a month and eats once a month. This is her business idea.

"Okay, please be sure to notify Wen!"
Chapter completed!