Crazy Concubine: Husband, kneel down

Chapter 681 Are You Mo Ran?

In the next few days, Yunmeng also joined Jiang Yuqing in raising her baby.

Playing with the three children every day makes me feel really good.

Early this morning, she wanted to go out to buy something for the children, so she left the house alone.

In the market, she was walking around and saw someone selling paintings.

In the past, she never disdained to look at other people's paintings, but now she misses paintings a little bit, no matter whose paintings she seems to think of him.

Because it has been several years and I haven't seen his paintings.

Originally, the name Moran was respected by everyone in the Jianghu, but now it is a mouse crossing the street, and everyone shouts and beats it.

His paintings are beautiful, but they are also stained by his actions.

In the past, many people made a lot of money for one of his paintings.

But now...

Yunmeng looked at the paintings hanging on the booth, and suddenly saw a painting with very familiar brushstrokes.

She walked over, pointed to the painting and asked, "Who painted this painting?"

"Girl has good eyesight. This painting was painted by an unknown artist. Although he is not well-known, his paintings are very good, better than those of many great painters."

"Do you know where this painter is?"

"I don't know. Not long ago, I saw him painting by the Butterfly Spring outside the city. I praised him very much, so he gave the painting to me, and said that I can dispose of it freely. I will sell it, if the girl likes it, I will sell it to you at a lower price."

"How much?" Yunmeng asked.

"Twenty Wen."

"Twenty words?" Yunmeng frowned.

"It's not expensive, girl, this painting is really good."

Yunmeng didn't dislike expensive, but thought it was too cheap.

In the past, dyeing a painting with ink was worth a thousand dollars, but now...

Being invisible to others, she could tell that this painting was made by Mo Ran.

Although he painted it deliberately casually.

But his strokes have not changed.

"Here you are." Yunmeng gave twenty Wen and took the painting away.

Butterfly Spring...

Yunmeng took the painting, turned around and headed towards Butterfly Spring.

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Butterfly Spring, as the name suggests, is a pool of springs where butterflies dance.

Just because the Butterfly Spring is under a big tree, surrounded by flowers and plants, you can smell the fragrance of flowers and plants as soon as you get close.

Both butterflies and birds like to rest in the trees around the spring.

Flowers and plants are the favorite of butterflies.

The scenery here is beautiful, and many poets and painters like to come here.

Yunmeng came over and saw some literati gathered together.

She looked around and continued walking without seeing anyone she was familiar with.

Until she came to a very remote place, under a tall banyan tree, rows of brown air roots hanging down like curtains, she saw that she was wearing gray plain clothes, wearing a hat, and the hat on the hat. The veil hangs down, covering his face.

Yunmeng looked at him, he was drawing in front of the table.

The posture of holding the pen, the posture of standing, this is not Moran, who is it?

Yunmeng approached slowly, watching his every move.

The man was still drawing, looking indifferent to her approaching.

Yunmeng stood in front of his desk, looking at the picture he was drawing.

The woman in the painting...

Isn't it her?
"Ink dye."

The man's hand paused, and then he said, "Young lady admitted the wrong person."

Yunmeng was startled. How could this voice...become so rough, low, and hoarse?

"Moran, what's wrong with you?" Yunmeng grabbed his hat and was about to lift it off, when he grabbed his wrist and threw it away.

"Girl, Hugh is rude."

　It's coming to an end, followed by Yunmeng VS Moran, followed by Huo Yan's episode, it's all over, this month will end, the new book has been released, please search for the pseudonym Reverse Flow Qianmo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)