The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 392 I Didn't Expect To Be Discovered, That's Right, I'm Mr. Xiang...

"Yun Chao is not talented, and only painted a three-point portrait."

Zong Zhengyu talked in a warm voice, but inexplicably gave people a sense of distance.

The eyes from all around fell on the portrait in Hui Ning's hand, and the moment they saw it, they burst into amazement!
"This... what style of painting is this?"

"The use of color is extremely bold, and the splash ink style is colorful and unique!"

All the paintings in the audience were realistic, but Yun Chao only painted the part of Princess Huining, that is, the face.

There were tears in the corner of one eye, as if lonely and helpless, and on the other side were colorful and extremely gorgeous butterflies.

Looking at the whole painting, it seems that Princess Huining is going away as a butterfly, and the bright and bold color scheme is even more unforgettable at first sight.

The beauty is thrilling!

The trees were still and the wind stopped, and the entire arena was silent.

A group of envoys who said on behalf of Yun Chao that they could not draw and would not be affected felt a little pain in the face.

Looking at the painting on the drawing paper, Xia Hen was shocked.

The beauty of turning into a butterfly, broken and miserable is unforgettable.

Watching area

Jun Shiyu looked at the painting and his eyes moved slightly, "This painting is not bad."

Desperate, incomplete, broken and decisive poignancy.

Makes people happy.

Zong Zhengyu narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes coldly, staring at the painting without any emotion.

"This painting is not bad. It is the first time I have seen such a bold painting with such a different style."

"Speaking of different styles, I think of one person."

"Young Master Xiang, a painter of the new school."

"His paintings are also unique, and can give people a sense of real people approaching the paintings." Yue Yehuang commented with a smile.

Feng Canglan remained silent, accepting all the other party's comments.

"His style is so familiar, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before." Ji Xianlin looked at the bold and colorful painting and said to himself.

Xuanyuan Shen glanced at him, "You only have chess in your eyes, can you still remember paintings?"

"It's really familiar." Ji Xianlin didn't even read the chess records, and rubbed his chin to recall, "I usually seldom go out, I should have seen it at home, and only my father likes to collect calligraphy and paintings at home..."

"Yes!" Ji Xianlin clapped his hands fiercely, his eyes sparkled, "I remember!"

"I remember who this style looks like!"

Ji Xianlin stood up excitedly, he was too excited to pay attention to the volume, and everyone in the audience heard the roar.

"It's Young Master Xiang!"

"That new school painter who is the king of realism! Mr. Xiang!"

"There is a pair of calligraphy and painting in my father's collection with a similar style. Yes! I remember it very clearly!"

"My dad showed it off at the time, but I was chased and scolded without even touching it! He said that there are no more than three such styles in the world!"

Following Ji Xianlin's voice, everyone turned their attention to Feng Canglan.

Xia Hen's eyes were full of astonishment, as well as all the contestants in the field.

Those who study painting naturally know the name of Mr. Xiang.

This person Danqing is different, with a very different style.He is even more different, and the dragon sees the head but does not see the end.

It is said that no one in this world knows what he looks like!

Not many of his paintings have been handed down to the world, and it is estimated that there are only five in total.Because the style is too unique and very popular, the price of the painting is also very high.

A few years ago, someone bought Mr. Xiang's painting with the money that can buy a whole city.

Mr. Xiang's pens are pitifully few, and only five paintings come out.Therefore, it is very valuable, and many people are waiting for Mr. Xiang to continue to appreciate after his death.

Everyone knows that paintings are more valuable after the artist's death, and Mr. Xiang is already the ceiling of Danqing.

Immediately, everyone looked at Yun Chao with fiery eyes, as if they were looking at a walking golden bump, a cornucopia.

"Master Yun Chao, could it be..."

If Yun Chao is Mr. Xiang!

Winning over is equivalent to a famous conspiracy, a cornucopia that can produce money.

All the envoys looked at Feng Canglan, as if a hungry wolf saw its prey and was about to pounce on it and tear it up.

The expression of Emperor Yue Ye when he looked at Yun Chao also changed a few times.
All the eyes of the audience focused on Feng Canglan, she did not change her face and her heart skipped a beat, she smiled and said, "I didn't expect to be discovered, that's right, I am Mr. Xiang..."

Everyone took a breath.

Yun Chao's voice sounded again, "Junior brother, he is my senior brother, and he and I worship under Master Yi, so our painting styles are somewhat similar."

"I don't paint often, once in a while." Feng Canglan explained slowly.

Hot discussion broke out in the arena!

"What did I hear! My God!"

"The number one counselor, Yun Chao, and Mr. Wang Xiang, the realist painter of the new school, are actually brothers!"

"I feel that our country's news network needs to be replaced."

"Yun Chao is the originator of the world of counselors, Mr. Xiang is a new painter in the painting circle, it turns out that celebrities all know each other!"

"Pass." Yue Yehuang took the portrait away, Feng Canglan's eyes were light, and he was not happy or happy about it.

Another batch of people were brushed off from the painting, and those who stayed were only waiting for tomorrow's literary competition, and finally advanced to the martial arts competition.

Things were going well, and after the competition, Feng Canglan returned to the inn in a hurry to avoid the morning incident.

When we arrived at the wing room, it was already dusk.

Really bored lying on the window casement, watching the passing pedestrians shouting.

Tomorrow's civil and military competition will continue, so I don't know how powerful those Tianyang princes are.

She really broke her heart for Xiao Yuyu!

Feng Canglan's gaze was distracted, and his whole body was relaxed.

Suddenly, her eyes froze.Pull the open casement over and close the lock.

Turning around on the spot, a man in black from head to toe appeared out of thin air in the room, only a pair of eyes could be seen.

"Master, the carriage to Butterfly Valley was ambushed and the shadow died."

Feng Canglan paused, eyes darkened, "What's going on?"

"The carriage went straight to Butterfly Valley according to the master's wishes. Everything is fine, but it was ambushed today. The opposite side is full of top players, and there are a lot of them. All the ultimate moves are aimed at the shadow."

It is said that it is aimed at the shadow, but it is actually aimed at Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone knows it.

If Feng Canglan hadn't turned back, then she was the one sitting in the carriage.

Someone wants to kill her?

But it was Feng Canglan who wanted to kill?Or was she exposed and discovered by those enemies in the Jianghu?

"Have you found out the identity of the person opposite?" Feng Canglan asked coldly.

She remembered that she was chased and killed by top killers several times in Xingyun country, and the mopping up work was done very well, and she couldn't find any clues every time.

"No." The man in black shook his head, "However, it seems that the method is very similar to those in Xingyun Kingdom."

"It's really difficult for him." Assassinated her and chased her from Xingyun Kingdom to Moonlight Kingdom.

"You step back first." Feng Canglan walked to the table and poured himself a cup of tea, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Has the regent heard the news of my assassination?"

"No, according to the normal speed, it will take two days at the fastest to reach the regent's ears."

That's it.

Tomorrow, Princess Huining's marriage recruitment will end, so there is no need to worry Zong Zhengyu.

The main reason is that she is like this now, Zong Zhengyu knows that if she is assassinated and runs over, it will not be easy to explain.

"Where's the Qin family?" Feng Canglan asked casually while sipping tea, the man in black lowered his head, "The notification has been made according to the master's wishes."

"The other party came to find out who was helping, but our people didn't say anything."

"Yeah." Feng Canglan nodded thoughtfully, paused while drinking tea, his eyes flashed a cold light, "Who!"

(End of this chapter)