Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

In the side hall, Ping An didn't wait long before he saw the master's house and bowed to him. He was worried that Xiao Hei was ignorant of manners, and was about to wink, only to realize that Xiao Hei was gone behind him, and he was a little angry.

Mei asked what was going on, he left Xiao Hei aside for a while and said the matter.

Mei frowned, "If you want to paint, wait until Weiwei comes back to get it."

Ping An is a little anxious, "Master Hou is anxious to use it, can you be accommodating?"

Mei's hand waved and said: "I'm just her aunt, so it's not easy for people to go to the house to pick up a painting. Since it's just a painting, what's in a hurry to use?"

While the two were talking, a maid walked in with a black-faced servant.

Ping An turned his head and saw the little boyfriend, annoyed in his heart, "Where have you been, Xiao Hei? What are you running around?"

The maid was Fang Lan. She came back and was about to go to the lady's house. She was stopped by the side hall. She heard that the people in the house were going to take the painting, and the painting had already been taken, so she hurried over.

With sweat on Fanglan's face, she curtsed her knees, turned her head and said anxiously to Ping An, "This painting is cherished by the eldest lady, so I can't take it."

There was a trace of deep thought in Mei's eyes, and she didn't want to know what was in it. She put down the tea cup and said lightly, "What painting do you want?"

"The authenticity of Master Wen Zong."

"There is no such picture."

Ping An and Fang Lan said one after another.

As Mei said, she is considered to be Weiwei's aunt, and Song Xuewei is not included in the genealogy. Maybe this relationship is not counted as a guest.

Either way, there is no such thing as sending someone to the house directly to repaint.

There is no way for Ping An, Fang Lan rushed to destroy the painting, and hurried to retire, but Ping An suspected that she would drop the package, but she refused to send another person.

The two were deadlocked.

Thinking of who caused the situation, Fanglan glared at the black-faced boy. If the boy hadn't said the painting was here, she would have ruined the painting.

He stared, faced a pair of dark eyes, a cold behind his back, and subconsciously withdrew his sight. Looking at it again, there is no horror, isn't it just a small servant.

Fang Lan thought in her heart, but didn't dare to look at it again.

"Madam, a master from Boyanghou, please see me." At this moment, the concierge came over to report.

Someone helped him, and he almost jumped for joy.

Seeing Mei nodded, the concierge went out and led people in.

When people came into the house, everyone felt that the room was brighter.

What a good look!

It is a little surprising that an ordinary student who rushes for the exam has a good appearance.

Mei asked: "Master Hou also sent you to pick up the painting? Do you want to paint? When Weiwei comes back, you can discuss it yourself."

To say that Jiang Zhile is bold, but also really bold.

Jiang Zhile also did a total of twice arrogant things. One was to give up the expedition halfway through, determined to stay away from the aftermath of the throne change, and find another opportunity to take another test; the other was to decide to bet on Sima Cheng, although there were some last resort factors, I never thought of going back.

This is probably the third one now.

This jade pendant has been with him for a long time. People from the Zheng family have come to investigate this jade pendant. Is the Jingcheng Marquis Mansion involved in it?

In fact, maybe it's just for the sake of time, and everything else is incidental.

Jiang Zhile's brows were not frowned, and his expression was calm. He took out the jade pendant from his sleeve and said: "My mother once received a jade pendant from the Jingcheng Marquis. I think it is some love from the previous generation. Now I have returned to Zhao. I want to use this jade pendant. Change request."

Mei Shi was startled for a moment, then took Yu Pei and looked at it carefully.

Jiang Zhile continued: "I only want that painting. It stands to reason that Boyanghou should not take it back. However, he promised to transfer the painting to me, but he mistakenly entered Jingchenghoufu. I prefer the painting by Master Wenzong. , I have to take it."

After Jiang Zhile finished speaking, he did not hide the matter of the group match, and cleared the entanglement in a few words, seeming to give Mei's choice.

Is it to help Song Xuewei to lie, or to give him the painting.

It is also a temptation.

Mei's expression didn't show any clues, he only hesitated for a moment, and he was given to Mrs. Jingcheng Houfu to take a look.

After a while, Mrs. Jingchenghou rushed to her. She looked at Jiang Zhile and said: "Here, Yuhuan will follow Fanglan to get the painting."

On the other side, the group match is still going on.

Song Shubai said that people had been sent to pick up the paintings, and everyone had different thoughts.

Deng Dan and Zhang Xiu nodded their heads and agreed to let others compete first. After the painting was taken, they decided to reconsider.

A trace of comfort appeared on Song Xuewei's lips. The painting could not be taken back. She was happy to see Song Ran lose.

Ran Ran heard that Uncle Dan said that Dad had gone to get the painting, so he sat quietly on the chair and waited for Dad.

Since the system had fought the Heavenly Dao and killed the opponent, it is now more capable. He "sees" Jiang Zhile taking out the jade pendant, and is very angry.

"Fools, idiots, two idiots, shameless, shameless villains who are greedy for wealth..."

The system said slowly to her: "Baby, you should be my daughter, the system is a daughter."

Ran Ran seriously said: "Uncle System is wrong, not dear."

The system sighed and asked in secret, "If you are a lot of mothers, who are not good people, will Ran Ran be afraid?"

The child didn't worry at all when he looked at him, his tone was affirmative, "Ran Ran and Daddy both hate bad guys, they won't!"

Seeing that the cub believes in Jiang Zhile so much, the system refreshes his heart.

"The one in the book..." the system hesitated.

Ran Ran hated that iron can't become steel, "How can the uncle of the system believe in bad books? The clever uncle doesn't believe in bad guys."

In order to be a clever uncle, the system silenced, wondering if it was because of the original book that he was always a little prejudiced against Jiang Zhile.

Just thinking about it, the system heard Ran Ran cheer from the bottom of her heart, "Daddy is here!"

Song Xuewei was the first to see Fanglan, and she was delighted, but after a while, she saw Jiang Zhile.

The box in that person's hand is impressive.

Song Xuewei's heart tightened, and she watched Jiang Zhile open the box, take out the scroll, and carefully unfold it on the long case, and a landscape picture suddenly appeared on the paper.

When the two paintings are put together and contrasted, the slight flaw in the word "天" is conspicuous.

Song Shubai pointed to the painting brought by Jiang Zhile and said: "This painting is the original one. I took it out of the collection hall before."

Everyone couldn't help but look at Song Xuewei, one with flaws and one without flaws, and there was a bias in their hearts.

Song Xuewei endured the suspicious eyes of the surroundings, walked to the painting, pointed at the two paintings and asked, "Who said that the flaws must be fakes? I don't know that the more perfect things are, the more they are fakes!"

The words were loud and loud.

Song Xuewei turned her eyes around and looked at everyone, "If it depends on this, I am not convinced, Weiwei believes in her own judgment."

Master Wen Zong left few things, which has always given everyone a sense of mystery.

At this time, the situation is at a stalemate, impeccable, the two paintings are the same in other aspects, there is only a "heaven" difference, but this is not enough to become a empirical.

Kang Maosi said: "Can Lord Hou prove that his paintings were taken from the collection hall?"

Those were all a few years ago, and Song Shubai was secretly messing around, and there is no way to correct it.

Seeing Song Shubai shook his head, Kang Mao said, "In this case, Song Xuewei's painting is the original one. You said that you changed the painting, and there is no evidence. It depends on the upper and lower mouth. Who can believe it?"

Song Shubai gritted his teeth and said, "That doesn't prove that I didn't change my painting."

At this time, either Song Xuewei was right, or the painting was waived, regardless of grades.

Song Xuewei was very proactive, "Since I can't be sure, Weiwei is willing to give up this painting, and Weiwei is here to choose another one at will and answer again."

One is familiar paintings, and the other is unfamiliar paintings. This child is going to take the initiative to suffer.

This is also a fair solution.

Song Shubai was reluctant in his heart and was helpless. At this moment, it was too late for anything.

The cub who was worried by the system was lying on the desk looking at the painting.

Ran Ran curiously looked at the sky of the two paintings, the whole cub was about to stick to the paintings, and stared at "Heaven" intently, as if finally seeing a little difference.

She looked at fake paintings, and then looked at the real ones.

After reading the real painting, raised his hand in doubt, "Is this master's painting expensive?"

Seeing Ran Ran approaching the painting, Kang Mao urged her to go back, "You don't want to damage the painting. Master Wen Zong's paintings won't be exchanged, but you can use gold to measure them. Get away."

Ran Ran was really a little far away, not close to the things of others, worried about damage, and hugged his own plate, raising his hand joyfully and asked: "Is Ranran's plate as expensive as a painting?"

"Your plate is not worth a lot of money, and you dare to compare with Master Wen Zong's paintings. Don't be stubborn!"

Song Shubai raised his eyebrows, "Just ask a few questions, how can you be stubborn! You're too talkative, what a poisonous master, it's shameless!"

Kang Mao was so angry that his face swelled, "I am not as capable as you, and I have missed so many people's trials. If I don't have the ability to prove it, hurry up."

At this time, Zai finally finished the conversion of expensive and inexpensive.

The paintings of Master Wen Zong are very expensive.

The plates are cheap.

The authentic works that daddy brought are also cheap.

The fake one is cheaper.

and so-

Ran Ran said: "This painting is fake, and both are fake."

Everyone was taken aback.

Kang Mao sneered: "It's ridiculous!"

He grunted and glared at the bad man, "Ran Ran will prove it."

The cub walked aggressively to the side of Uncle Dan and grabbed Uncle Dan's hand, "Daddy, Dan taught me."

The captured Song Shubai looked blank.

When did he teach the cub? Is he bald? How did the cub know?

Kang Mao didn't believe it. He looked at the joke in his heart and nodded, "How do you prove it?"

Song Shubai was in a trance, and he heard Ran Ran ask in a special low voice: "Uncle Dan, do you feel bad about silver? Do you feel bad about painting?"

Song Shubai shook his head blankly.

"Uncle Egg, you remember to ask Daddy for money." The child sighed.

Ran Ran really didn't want to prove that she didn't feel bad for anything else, but that she felt bad for money.

After thinking about it, Zai was still uneasy. She raised her head and asked Mr. Bad, "Ranran proved it, do you give Ranran money?"

Seeing Mr. Bad nodded, he walked to the front of the painting and raised his two small hands, hesitating to go down.

"Go back without proof, this kid is really..."

"Song Houye, too, he spoiled his daughters so much, who would dare to marry in the future."

"I didn't dare to marry. Haven't you heard of Fiend? What about Kerf."

The auditory system was once again turned into a pufferfish.

Tear-one sound.

There was a moment of silence around.

It was tearing again—a sound.

The surroundings are silent.

Ran Ran was half happy and half distressed looking at the two paintings that were torn in half, beckoning like Uncle Dan, "Look! Is it fake?"

I heard Uncle Dan said that the fake painting paper would be different.

Ran Ran figured it out. The appearance of this painting is invisible to the cub anyway. If you can't see it from the outside, just look inside.

After being shouted by Ran Ran, everyone came back to their senses.

Deng Dan's lips trembled, Zhang Xiu's breathing was short, and there was only one thought left in his heart.

Master Wenzong’s authenticity is ruined!

Song Shubai reacted a little faster, and hurriedly passed away. His face was a bit pale and he was still steady. He carefully examined the torn edges of the two paintings, his face was slowly stained with ruddy, and his fingertips were still trembling.

"A few gentlemen come to see and watch this painting." Song Shubai still spoke a little awkwardly.

All the gentlemen who were sitting couldn't help but get up, each holding their chests unsteadily.

An elderly man touched the painting and cried at the moment, "Fake, it's fake! It's all fake!"

I don't know if it is happy or sad.

Everyone seemed to be swinging on a cliff, with irregular heart rhythms, and finally managed to stabilize.

It's just—this way of authenticating?

As far as paintings are concerned, the imitation of paper is the most important thing. It can be difficult to distinguish between the fake and the real because of the subtle techniques. However, no matter how imitated it, after all, it has clues and it is easier to judge the inside.

The things next to it are also the same.

If the porcelain cannot be distinguished from the true and false, break the porcelain and look at it one by one, and then it is easy to draw a conclusion.

Falsification is easy to deceive from the outside, and the most honest from the inside.

However, no one has done this before.

If it were true, what a loss it would be! It makes the heart cramp.

Although it proved to be false now, Ran Ran has also become a well-deserved first name, but in the eyes of many gentlemen, he has become a demon king.

After the Qunfang competition, Ran Ran was caught by several grandpas and uncles who looked very good.

"You, you, how can you tear up the painting? Never, never."

Ran Ran thought that everyone was distressed by the silver, and grinned, revealing a cute nest, "I am not afraid of someone paying for the silver."

Is this a matter of silver?

"Don't be broken by your father, what if this is the original one and torn apart? Even though it is an imitation, it has been decades old, and fake and real imitations are not too much to get."

Ran Ran listened to it and said seriously: "Ran Ran knows that it is fake, not to tear the real, and not to tear the valuables."

Seeing Ran Ran's obedient answer, the gentlemen were not satisfied with the answer in their hearts, but they were very satisfied with their attitude.

Well, it must have been taught by Boyanghou!

Zhang Xiu gently touched Ranran's head, "You have this talent, so you can't easily discard it. If it's a fake painting, you won't be able to use this method next time. Whether it's worth the money or not, you have to think about books, paintings, and knowledge. There is a sense of awe. In contrast, many copies of the books in the bookstore are not expensive, do you think you should cherish it?"

Ran Ran's attitude is actually related to adults. Dad used to love books, but later he browsed through his collections at random. Song Shubai didn't like to read books, and his collection was well preserved. Knowing that the cubs were very good, he also took it with him to watch them casually.

The cub is indeed a good cub, and can't mess with things. She just feels that she can't destroy things casually. As for the awe of books, she naturally doesn't.

Hearing what this good gentleman said, the child was still a little ignorant. She seemed to understand and shook her head, "You must be cherished, and cannot be destroyed."

Mr. Zhong laughed.

When the cub was about to leave, he did not forget to ask for the silver. Kang Mao lost the silver and left. The cub didn't care and gave the silver to Uncle Egg.

Song Shubai, who was grabbed by the old gentleman and muttered, had a frustrated face, "Ran Ran, you really have the demeanor of your uncle back then!"

Ran Ran patted her little hand, "Uncle Dan is a good teacher, thank you Uncle Dan."

After finishing speaking, I felt that something was wrong. I pressed my lips and shook my head. "That's not good, Uncle Egg~"

The little tail swayed for a while, and Ran Ran drew closer: "Are you the same as Ran Ran, I was told by your husband."

The cub said very loyally: "Two people do things as two people, okay!"

Song Shubai:? ? ?

Did this cub learn from Jiang Zhile? He doesn't take the blame!