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Chapter 546: The enchanting concubine: drawing immortals, insist on pampering! 6[
Chapter 546 The evil concubine in the world: painting immortals, insist on pampering! 6[Liu Xuan rewards plus more! ]
"It's a fake." An old voice suddenly came from beside him.
Yan Changgui looked away from the beauty picture, and looked at the old man with a cane beside him.
"You said it is a counterfeit?" Yan Changgui frowned. How could the things in the National Museum be counterfeit? This is a cultural relic that has been studied by a famous artist.
A gleam of light flashed in the old man’s muddy eyes, and he said, "Yes or not, you know it, don’t you?"
"Are you also a Yan family?" Yan Changgui couldn't remember where he had met this old man.
The old man smiled and said: "My old man is only a blood relationship with the Yan family. You are the real descendant of the Yan family."
Yan Chang returned his gaze and turned back to the picture of beauty.
The environment in the Beauty Picture is like a fairyland filled with white mist, and the stunningly dancing woman in a red dress, like a delicate flower across the clouds, is immersive and illusory.
In the painting, the beauty of the skin is like a condensed orchid, and the ink eyes are like spring water flowing in the hope, charming and moving, an empty golden hairpin half-pulls the black and supple long hair, and the distant eyebrows are slightly raised like a mountain, and the red lips are slightly hooked. A smile.
is worthy of the beauty of the country, Na's figure seems to be full of amorous feelings, she smiles and stuns her soul.
Because of the lighting effects and the extremely realistic painting, there is a feeling that beauty will come out of the painting.
Is this painting really a fake? Where is the real original painting?
Yan Changhui turned his head and wanted to talk to the old man, but the old man was no longer beside him.
Standing in front of the beauty picture for a few hours, his legs were a little stiff, and under the questioning eyes of the security, he walked out of the museum.
There are many things passed down from the Yan family in the old house. Even the cultural relics of hundreds or even thousands of years belong to the Yan family alone.
Father and mother died in an accident, and his grandmother died of illness a few years ago. He opened an art gallery in the city center, and the father stayed alone in the old house.
Originally, he should go back once a month, because he planned to go back to the old house because of dreams and paintings.
Two hours later.
Yan Changgui finally arrived at the old house. He parked the car under the crabapple tree outside the old house’s courtyard and walked towards the courtyard with his leg raised.
The old man was playing chess with an old man, and he was surprised when he saw him come in: "Why did your kid come back?"
The geese showed a hearty smile and called out: "Grandpa, I have something to do when I come back."
I don’t know, after hearing him say something was wrong, the old man put down the chess in his hand and said: "Old man Zhang, let's play again tomorrow."
Elder Zhang knew that he must have something to do, and said: "Tomorrow is tomorrow, I think I will win."
The old man smiled and said: "Okay, you win."
Anyway, he wins every time. It's good for Zhang Old Man to play chess with him after repeated defeats.
After Mr. Zhang left, Mr. Zhang stood up and bowed and walked forward without forgetting: "Come with me."
"Grandpa." Yan Changgui followed up and said, "Where are you taking me? I have something else."
The old man coughed and said: "I know what's wrong with you, you will know when you come with me."
A dim light flashed in Yan Changgui's eyes. Did Grandpa know that he came back to find the remains of the Seventh Son? This is too strange.
The old man took him to the sealed house of the old house. The bricks and tiles of the old house have experienced the baptism of the years, leaving behind mottled marks, revealing the sense of time.
In a dimly lit room, the old man took out a long box from a cabinet, wiped the box with his sleeve, and turned to Yan Changgui.
"What you are looking for is here."
(End of this chapter)