The wealthy man who got married in a flash marriage can’t hide his wife’s vest anymore

She vaguely understood that He Jiangyu seemed to be using him to block his family's forced marriage.

I never expected that such a successful person would be forced into marriage.

He Jiangyu had an inexplicable look on his face along the way. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy. He didn't say a word to her. Qing Li was even more certain that this was the case.

At this time, a call came in. After He Jiangyu answered the call, he quickly showed a look of helplessness on his face. He sighed and asked the driver to divert to Wenhua Road.

Driving all the way to Cultural Street, Qingli looked around curiously.

Wenhua Road is very famous, and the entire road is a paradise for literati and elegant guests.

The ancient scenery experienced by Qing Li is no less impressive.

She was almost entranced by it.

Fangchun Garden.

A holy place for Chinese style paintings on the cultural road.

Occasionally, people would come in and out of the antique gate, most of them were elderly people in their sixties, and occasionally some in their forties were considered extremely young.

Seeing He Jiangyu walking in with long legs, Qingli quickly followed, looking around as he walked.

The fragrance of pen and ink filled the tip of his nose, making Qingli look happy.

"Wait here."

He Jiangyu left without saying a word. Qingli was eager to act alone.

The exhibition hall was huge, with neatly arranged booths and some finished paintings on them, which she couldn't help but admire.

Many elderly people gathered alone or in groups. Occasionally, there was laughter, but it didn't seem noisy.

Qing Li walked around and found many unformed works on the tables, which seemed to need to be added.

This method of communication is novel.

And...why does this style of painting look so familiar?

Qing Li was about to add something to the painting when a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"What are you going to do!"

The crisp voice attracted everyone's attention, and their eyes focused on Qing Li and the girl beside her.

The girl was eighteen or nineteen years old, and her facial features were very similar to those of He Jiangyu.

Because the girl grabbed Qing Li's hand, ink dripped onto the scroll, forming a stain.

The girl's expression changed drastically, and she threw Qing Li's hand away.

"Suffer it, beheaded!"

Her almond-shaped eyes widened and she glared at Qing Li angrily, "Who are you? How dare you scribble on Master Yuyan's paintings!"

The girl was furious.

Her voice made many old people's expressions change. They no longer looked like just watching the excitement, and they all came quickly.

Sure enough, I saw that a large piece of ink was dripped on the "Auspicious Snow Spring Hall", which is called a cut scroll in the jargon.

The elders looked distressed and looked at Qing Li as if they wanted to eat someone.

Although he did not cut off the scroll intentionally, it was Qingli Hui who made a mistake and this happened.

She apologized quickly.

"I thought this half of the painting was for people to add to it. It was my fault. Please see how you can compensate me."

No matter how sincere her attitude was, everyone present was unwilling to give up.

"Where on earth did this yellow-haired girl come from? She has no rules and behaves randomly!"

"Today's young people are so uneducated that they dare to act recklessly without knowing anything. If there was such a child in my family, I would have told her to get out!"

Faced with the accusations of thousands of people, Qingli was wronged.

"what happened?"

A clear and clear voice sounded, and He Jiangyu appeared behind Qing Li.

The girl stepped forward and hugged He Jiangyu's arm, with tears falling down her eyes. She choked with sobs and explained the whole story.

He Jiangyu looked at the ink stains on the painting, frowned and looked at Qing Li, a cold look flashed in his eyes.

It seemed to be saying, why don't you cause trouble for him.

He hates pretentious women.

Qing Li was angry at the look in his eyes, and his pretty face turned cold.

"I would like to ask, what is the purpose of putting half of the painting here?"

He Qingqing snorted coldly, "Of course I want the experts to complete it."

However, this painting has been here for several years, but no one has ever been confident that it can match the charm of Master Yuyan. Even her grandfather He Lao still dares not to write it.

Once you start writing, it must be perfect, otherwise it will ruin Master Yuyan's few paintings.

Even if it is only half a painting, it is extremely precious, otherwise it would not be placed in a place like Fangchun Garden.

“Since I’m asking someone to complete the work, why can’t I put pen to paper?”

After hearing Qing Li's words, all the elders showed disgust on their faces.

What a shameless woman!

He Qingqing glanced at her disdainfully, knowing her identity well.

Since he came with his brother, he definitely wanted to cling to his brother or the He family. It was obvious that he wanted to show off in front of his brother.

Little did he know that he dug a hole and buried himself.

An old man looked at Qing Li coldly, "Ignorance is really terrible. No matter how much you want to show off your poor painting skills, you shouldn't show it off to Master Yuyan!"

Qing Li's heart moved as he heard them mention this name just now.

She has used the pen name "Yuyan" before, and the painting style is so familiar...

Could it be that this painting... is hers?

The idea that came to my mind was a bit ridiculous. This work should be her work in the fast-traveling world. Could it be that there was a bug that caused some of the works to spread to this world?

Qing Li was almost convinced of this, but she didn't intend to be honest. She knew the virtues of her brother Zha, and she didn't want any information to fall into his hands.

Seeing that He Jiangyu didn't show any intention of standing up for her, He Qingqing looked disgusted again.

Qing Li said: "The scroll is already like this, why not let me continue painting."

Her words not only failed to win the agreement of the elders, but also aroused public anger. They all pointed at their noses and scolded her, and their words were extremely unpleasant.

He Qingqing said with a sarcastic expression, "What if the painting is not as satisfactory as expected?"

Qing Li said frankly, "If it's not half as good as the original painting, I'll let you do whatever you want."

As He Jiangyu watched with cold eyes and the elders looked gloomy, Qing Li picked up the pen again.

This time she started painting without any hesitation.

It is not difficult to draw the scene of auspicious snow spring hall with ink, everyone present can do it, but if it is to show its charm as vividly as Master Yuyan, no one can do it.

Qing Li painted quickly. While the elders were still thinking about how to deal with her and He Qingqing crossed her arms and got angry, the ink stain had already been integrated into the painting.

When everyone came back to their senses, an artistic conception of auspicious snow, good harvest, and the dawn of spring appeared in front of everyone.

He Qingqing was a little dumbfounded. Her level was still low, but she could still see that this was completely different from those copied.

In order not to destroy the original work, half of Master Yuyan's work was copied thousands of times and then supplemented, but none of them had the charm of this painting.

This is just like what Master Yuyan himself painted!

Looking at the expressions of the elders, Qing Li knew that he had passed this level.

Looking at the time, He Jiangyu did not say hello to the elders who were obsessed with painting, but left with Qing Li and He Qingqing.

Along the way, He Jiangyu didn't say anything. On the contrary, He Qingqing was a little uneasy, thinking about the painting over and over again, and looking at Qing Li suspiciously.

She couldn't figure out how this sudden woman could complete Master Yuyan's paintings so well!