The vegetarian food in Zhou Mansion was very good. My wife treated me, so Chen Ao naturally had no need to be polite. The dishes were all home-cooked, but they were very delicious. Although there was no meat, the chef's skills were superb, and Chen Ao praised them endlessly.

The lady didn't eat much, so she picked up a few dishes to eat. She pursed her lips and wiped her mouth with a wet wipe, and said to the person: "Go and get some sweet rice wine for Chen Ao to drink."

Chen Ao asked: "Why didn't Mr. Zhou come?"

The lady smiled and said, "He doesn't like vegetarian food, so she doesn't like to eat here. This child is like a Duke and has no character."

Chen Ao secretly glanced at Miss Zhou next to him and thought to himself: "Who does Miss Zhou look like? She should not be like her wife. Her husband has such a good temper, but she has such a bad temper. How good it would be to be like a wife? Is it necessary to have a meal for this book to be able to get so many rolls of her eyes?"

It turned out that Zhou Ruo was a little unhappy when he heard that Chen Ao was having vegetarian meal with his mother here. His eyes looked at Chen Ao very sharp, which made Chen Ao unable to help but have a cold war in a hot day. He always felt that he was going to the Hongmen Banquet today - with murderous aura.

"I have been in the inner palace for two days, why haven't I seen the Duke? It seems that this Duke is really busy. Well, if you have the chance to catch him, you must flatter him." Chen Ao was full of thoughts.

Someone served sweet rice wine, but the wife didn't drink it, but Zhou Ruo drank some and asked someone to pour it. Chen Ao put a big glass, and the taste of this wine was very sweet and a little turbid. After all, the times were limited, and although there were some impurities, it was also a top-notch product at this time.

After drinking rice wine, Zhou Ruo's face rose a blush and he stood up to say goodbye to his mother. Chen Ao was not good at staying there, so he said, "Madam, the young master will go to school in a while. I am a student boy, so I must prepare in advance."

The lady nodded: "When you have time, come and talk with me."

Chen Ao agreed and said goodbye.

Chun'er caught up with her and said, "Brother Shen, my wife teaches me to tell you that someone will cut some clothes for you in a few days. Although you are a book boy, you can't show others to the same place as the young master."

Chen Ao nodded and smiled, "Chun'er, I have something to help you."

When Chun'er saw the two maids coming towards him, her little face suddenly regained its coldness and whispered: "What's the matter?"

Chen Ao said, "Please go see Miss Zhou and teach her to the pavilion in the middle of the pond, and say I'm waiting for her there."

Chun'er was stunned at first, her eyes suddenly became dim, and she tightly clamped her clothes with one hand, full of disappointment, and tears couldn't stop flowing down her eyes.

"It turns out that Brother Shen treats the lady... No wonder he always runs to his wife. He approaches me. Do you want to teach me to pass the message for him today..."

She bit her lip, but did not refuse, nodded and said, "Well..." This response was very reluctant and sad.

Chen Ao was originally a very delicate person, but after drinking some rice wine, he was a little drunk when the cold wind blew, and did not notice Chun'er's changes. He smiled and said, "Tell her that if you want to avenge Miss Liu, you must come."

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It was still the beautiful and elegant girl, holding her chin, leaning on the dressing table, her eyes staring at the painting on the stage, and she was involved in the gods.

"The peaks and mountains appear, the clouds and mists are dark, and they are all innocent without pretending to be clever. This person really paints Dong Yuan's charm, ah... I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself again this time. This person's painting skills are so high that he is amazing..."

Thinking of this, the girl's pretty face turned red and she was very ashamed. Compared to the painter of this painting, her paintings were too shallow, but she didn't know that the world was so strong that she wanted to fight with this person. Now that she saw this "Xiaoxiang Tu", she can tell the difference between the one she copied.

"It's really strange. Dong Yuan's paintings are rigorous, and Sun Wei's pen is a dragon and snake, and he completed it in one go. The two of them have different styles of painting, but this person has their charm. This person is so terrible."

The girl was incredibly trying to find the flaws of Xiaoxiangtu, but she was soon disappointed again. She knew it was a fake, but there was no flaw at all.

The paintings of famous artists have their own characteristics, and they specialize in one thing. I don’t know how much effort it takes to achieve this level. However, the painter has both the boldness of Sun Wei and the delicateness of Dong Yuan, which shows that this person’s painting skills have reached the point of being superb.

The girl was immediately confused. She had seen many famous masters, but she believed that they might not be able to do this. Who is this person?

At this time, a maid came in and said, "Prince, the palace is down."

"Well..." The girl responded in disgrace, but her beautiful eyes seemed to penetrate the Xiaoxiangtu in front of her, and she was confused.

"Zi Heng, look at what I brought you." Someone came in excitedly.

The man is slender, wearing a brocade dress with a moon-white neck, a silver-finished pattern, and a large piece of lotus patterns appear on the white clothes. He has a purple gold crown on his head, and his black eyes under his long eyebrows are as thick as ink that cannot be melted. He is handsome and upright, and arrogant.

"Oh..." The girl responded again, but still motionless.

The man shook his bone fan and was very suave. He walked behind the girl and his eyes fell on the picture of Xiaoxiang. His smile suddenly dissipated. His eyes were straight along the line of the painting, and he said in surprise: "Isn't this picture of Xiaoxiang in the Forbidden Palace? Why did he get here?"

The girl came to her senses, turned around and glanced at the man, with a smile on her face: "When did your highness come?"

The man pretended to be angry and shook the bone suffix and said with a hunched face: "For brother to come to see you, you don't even pay attention to it. It's boring, it's very boring. I think Ziheng doesn't welcome me anymore. OK, I'll leave." He turned around and wanted to leave.

The girl quickly stopped her and smiled and said, "How can she mean this? Is Your Highness so careless?"

The man laughed and turned back, his eyes falling on the Xiaoxiang map: "Ziheng, where did this painting come from? Could it be that my father rewarded you?" He smiled bitterly with regret: "The father regards it as a treasure, and I refused to give it to me several times."

The girl named Ziheng shook her head and said with a smile: "This is a fake."

"Fake?" The man frowned and leaned down to look at the painting carefully. He was also easy to draw, but he still had a vision. What he saw was definitely Dong Yuan's painting. At this time, he was shocked to hear that it was a fake.

After observing the tea for a full cup of tea, the man frowned even tighter. Although he knew that the painting was not the original, the signature of the painting did not have the seal in the palace. However, no matter how he looked, he could not see any flaws.

The man exclaimed, "This person must be Dong Yuan's rebirth, amazing, wonderful!" Then he asked, "Who did this? There is such a powerful painter hidden in Bianjing City."

Zi Heng did not hide anything, and told her own experience, and finally said, "I am so ashamed that I am showing off my skills in front of such a master. When he sees the paintings I copied, he will definitely laugh to death."

The man smiled: "Zi Heng, don't be ashamed. Let's compete with him together. If we work together, we will definitely teach him to surrender."

Zi Heng smiled and said, "With your Highness help, we may be able to compete with him. I wonder if your Highness has a new work?"

The man said, "A few days ago, I happened to copy a painting by my father. I presented it to my father yesterday. My father praised him a few words, saying that he had already obtained some of his true teachings. I will send this painting to see how he did?"

This painter hiding in the Zhou Mansion is very powerful. The man believes that he is not his opponent, but he also has his own advantages. His father is best at painting flowers and birds. As a son, he has immersed himself in flowers and birds as pure as fire. In addition, he knows his father's painting style well, so he may not lose to this mysterious character.
Chapter completed!