The Evil King's Crazy Wife: The World of Ghost Concubine

Chapter 1217
The martial law in the whole city of the imperial city has not been a few times since the opening of the Great Yan Dynasty, but today the city gates are closed during the day, and there are so many officers and soldiers on the street who seem to be looking for someone, which makes the people in the city very nervous. Panicked, I thought it was some kind of assassin who had sneaked into the capital, so would their lives be affected?
Yan Beiqin also participated in the search for the princess. Considering the anxiety of the people, he specially asked the people in Shuntian Mansion to post a notice stating that this was just a drill and the people would not be in any danger.

After reading the notice, the common people finally felt relieved, what should everyone do? Yan Beiqin's carefulness made Wang Huilun, governor of Shuntian Mansion, very satisfied. He has always been on the prince's side. Being married to the Yun family has nothing to do with it. He just thinks that between the crown prince and His Highness King De, the crown prince is more considerate of the common people. Those who want to achieve great things must not only be brave and resourceful, but also have the will of the people. Yes, His Highness King De is incomparable.

The search is still going on, but the owner Yan Beiyuan is not affected at all.

She lives in seclusion on weekdays, how can these officers and soldiers recognize her, not to mention that she is dressed as a man now, then there is no problem. Those painters in the palace, either she herself or painters, look down on others. Anyway, the skills are real. Basically, out of ten people who draw a portrait, there are at least two people who are similar to the portrait. Even if they find her, the officers and soldiers may not be able to recognize her.

Tingyi, Yan Beiyuan's maid, was terrified, especially when a group of officers and soldiers passed by them just now.

"Princess, why don't we go back to the palace? The emperor has ordered the whole city to be under martial law. If you don't go back, you will be punished."

"Hmph, I won't go back." Yan Beiyuan was really angry this time, and Chao Tingyi said: "Didn't I tell you, if you want to call me son, don't call me wrong again."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

Yan Beiyuan helped his forehead helplessly, and happened to see a shop selling paintings in front of him, and said happily, "Tingyi, let's go over there and have a look."

"Yes, lord, lord." Before the two behind Tingyi could say anything, Yan Beiyuan gave him a hard look, and it wasn't until she said the right address that Yan Beiyuan gave him a satisfied look.

The shop that sells paintings has a nice name, Tianshui Yizong. Yan Beiyuan has always liked painting. Of course, he was very excited to see all kinds of paintings.

"Guest officer, are you here to look at the paintings or to buy a folding fan?"

"Do you still have a folding fan here?"

"Of course there are. Guest officer, you have everything you want, and they are all masterpieces." The material of the clothes Yan Beiyuan was wearing seemed to be excellent. Of course, the shopkeeper thought it was a distinguished guest, so he couldn't help it. Make a good offering?

Yan Beiyuan followed the shopkeeper to look at the folding fans, but she didn't like the painted ones, but the blank ones.

"Shopkeeper, why are these blank?"

"Oh, it's like this. There are many people who come to us to buy paintings and sell paintings. These blank folding fans are for those who want to paint. Some guest officials just like to add ink to their own folding fans. color."

Yan Beiyuan nodded to express his understanding: "The shopkeeper is right, and I think so too, or else I'll just want this." He said and picked up a blank folding fan.

The shopkeeper naturally didn't want this, because he could charge much less money for painting by himself, but he had to agree, and his attitude was naturally not much better.

"Come on, guest officer, since you want to paint by yourself, did you bring calligraphy?"

"Isn't the shopkeeper available here?"

"How can it be provided? I also bought these things with money. Can they be used by outsiders?"

Tingyi felt uncomfortable, and was about to say a few words about the shopkeeper, Yan Beiyuan stretched out his hand to Tingyi, Tingyi stopped talking, and gave Yan Beiyuan the money first.

Yan Beiyuan put a silver ingot on the table: "Shopkeeper, are these enough? Can I borrow your calligraphy?"

The shopkeeper's eyes widened when he saw the silver, and quickly took out the calligraphy, and said with a smile: "Enough is enough, let alone lending it to you, even selling it to you is enough."

"I don't need it if I sell it, I just want to borrow it."

The shopkeeper took the money, although he was a philistine, but this person's heart is not bad after all, taking so much money from others is not what business should be, the shopkeeper thought about it, and took it from the drawer. Take out a smaller ingot of silver ingot and return it to Yan Beiyuan: "Guest officer, you just borrowed calligraphy, and you won't need so much silver. This is for you, please keep it."

Yan Beiyuan didn't pick it up, and the shopkeeper handed it to Tingyi who was standing behind her. Tingyi snorted from her nasal cavity, and took the money angrily, obviously still expressing the sudden change of attitude of the shopkeeper. dissatisfied.

The shopkeeper didn't care either. He had been in business for so many years, and he had seen all kinds of eyes a lot, and he was already used to it.

Yanbei Yuanduan sat on the seat prepared for her by the shopkeeper, spread out the folding fan, and drew a landscape painting. She didn't need to draw according to the scenery at all, as if she already had a pattern in her heart, and drew it smoothly and smoothly. The landscape and green bamboo surrounded by clouds and mists can be described as wonderful and beautiful.

The shopkeeper went up to take a look, opened his eyes wide in surprise, and gave a thumbs up to admire sincerely: "Young master's paintings are really wonderful, our shop has been open for so many years, but we have never seen such a handy painting. Yes, the young master has great skills, I admire you."

"The shopkeeper is polite."

The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile: "I wonder if my lord is interested in drawing a few pictures when you have nothing to do, I will definitely give you the best price."

Tingyi couldn't help it now: "What do you mean by that? Do you want our father-in-law to sell paintings for a living? Do you think we need such hardworking people?"

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically: "Young master, don't get angry. Selling paintings is not mostly for making a living. Many famous masters here send their paintings to Tianshui, all for the purpose of making friends with them and cultivating their sentiments. The amount of money is just a matter of opinion." It’s just numbers, so what does it matter to famous people?”

Tingyi may not understand what the shopkeeper said, but Yan Beiyuan understands. Although she doesn't care, her identity does not allow her to do so.

"The shopkeeper's kindness is appreciated, but I really don't have many free opportunities, so I'm afraid I have to let it down."

"So that's the case, what a pity, what a pity..." Just as he was speaking, a man walked in with a mighty group of people. When the shopkeeper saw him, he immediately greeted him with a smile on his face: "Young master Shan, you are a rare visitor!" !"

(End of this chapter)