Chapter 512

Ji Rouen whispered and urged, "leaf, speak quickly. This is a good chance for you to perform."

Thin lotus leaf is very calm and has no intention of showing off.

She comforted in a warm voice, "mother, don't be anxious and impatient."

Ji Rouen lost his voice.

"Although the painting is a lotus flower, in fact, the painting eye is on the woman on the ship. She is charming, shy and timid, and her tassel is purplish and bright red. The lotus flower and the woman shine on each other. The deep meaning in the painting is Acacia."

The crowd followed the prestige. The woman's chin was slightly raised, and her bright face was shining like a pearl jade in the light.

In those beautiful big eyes, there is inherent pride and unknown ecstasy.

The crowd was surprised.

It was Qin Qiuxi.

Think about it carefully and look at that picture again. It seems that there is such a situation.

Wen Ruo turned his head to look at Qin Qiuxi and hooked his lips: "I won't be lovesick in my life, so I will be lovesick..."

What we see is a reflection of our hearts. It is called that people have thousands of thoughts, things have everything, and self-awareness.

Cong Yan was surprised and said, "my sister-in-law still has such a side."

Xie Yun snorted with a smile: "when I was young, I also studied with old lady Bo for a few days. It seems that I haven't forgotten all the ink in my stomach."

The auctioneer said with a smile: "exquisite dice, red beans, deep love, I don't know, young lady is a man of temperament."

However, it was clear that her understanding did not meet the requirements.

Qin Qiuxi basked lightly, "go to TM's Acacia."

There was an uproar.

Mao Nana rolled her eyes and said, "it's a mystery."

Looking at the picture in the mirror, the lips are slightly curved.

Zheng Qing noticed that he leaned close to the mirror, "you know?"

Mingjing dipped his finger in tea and gently wrote a word on the table.

While she was writing, a clear voice sounded, "Han Jing Qin Lei Fu Fang Shao, Yun Wenhan Ting gorgeous and beautiful. How can you endure if there is no bloom in the world and the rain and dew?"

Mao Nana looked at the girl beside her in surprise.

The auctioneer's eyes were slightly bright and smiled at the beautiful girl under the seat.

"Miss Bo's heart is as clean as lotus. She is kind-hearted and virtuous. This poem of compassion for lotus is appropriate."

Wen Ruo picked his eyebrows and looked at thin lotus leaves. He said with a smile, "Mr. thin, I have a good daughter."

The color of pride on the face of the thin jade slip is more obvious, and the mouth is extremely modest: "let the master laugh."

Even Qu Lanting, who didn't smile, couldn't help showing some praise in his eyes.

With the landing of the last word of thin lotus leaf, the last stroke of Mingjing has been completed.

The light cloud outlines and the trace is ethereal. It is impressively a word of compassion.

Zheng Qing blinked and sighed, "it's a loss. The lowest market price of this painting is 50 million. It's so cheap, that girl."

The mirror shook his head and smiled, the water mark evaporated, and soon the handwriting dissipated like smoke, as if it had never appeared.

Thin lotus leaf got up, facing countless eyes and said softly, "I'm weak in talent and learning. I show off my shallowness and make everyone laugh."

"Miss Bo is as beautiful as orchid and has more talent than fairy. Don't belittle yourself." The auctioneer praised.

He took down the painting and personally sent it to Bo Lianye: "BMW is equipped with golden saddle, and the lotus picture is given to beauty. In this world, only miss Bo is worthy of this lotus picture. Don't let the Pearl cover the dust."

Thin lotus leaf solemnly accepted: "lotus leaf is ashamed of it."

"I have known the great universe and still pity the green plants. Miss Bo has a narrow mind. Don't belittle yourself."

In the past, those who can win the first place in this kind of auction are some respected old artists. Their artistic appreciation and perception created by the experience of life are much higher than ordinary people, which is understandable.

But this time, a teenage girl took the lead, which had to be impressive.

For a moment, there was a lot of discussion around. When I heard that she was Mrs. Bo's own granddaughter, I sighed that she was better than the blue.

There are successors in the literary circle.

Thin lotus leaves are not pinched and accepted with ease.

"Then I'd better obey the order. Thank your boss for me."

The auctioneer said, "Miss Bo, our auction house has a rule that if you want to take a baby away, you have to leave a baby. I wonder if Miss Bo is willing to give it to you?"

Bo Lianye has inquired about the auction house for a long time. Naturally, she understands this rule and has been prepared for it.

She smiled: "I'm still a student. All I have is given to me by my family. It's not my intention to offer flowers to Buddha."

The auctioneer understood, "I heard that Miss Bo's calligraphy is outstanding. Can you leave a pair of calligraphy treasures on the spot to be handed down to future generations?"

This sentence has a great flattering meaning.

When the other party said so, Bo Lianye naturally couldn't refuse. Besides, it was in her plan.

"Then make a fool of yourself."

The two staff members carried up a large desk with four treasures of study on it.

Today, Bo Lianye is wearing a lotus pink skirt, a beige suit coat and a belt of the same color to outline the soft waist, gentle and elegant. When walking, the skirt sways, if the lotus pistil sways in the breeze, it is romantic and elegant.

Facing the eyes of countless pairs, Bo Lianye took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage.

She raised her chin slightly and held her elegance and pride just right. She was a young lady of a century old scholar family with poetic and scholarly spirit.

For a moment, only the swaying figure was left in the eyes of everyone.

Thin jade slips showed a touch of pride at the bottom of his eyes. When he thought of something, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the curved flying platform sitting on his side.

The young man supported his head with one hand. Instead of focusing on the thin lotus leaf, he stared at the void ahead, his eyes wandering and his soul floating out of the sky.

Bo Yujian coughed softly. What was the boy thinking?

Qu Feitai was dragged by Qu Lanting. He was not at all interested in this occasion, and he was not in the mood to listen to a group of humanities boasting each other. Every minute here is so hard.

From beginning to end, he didn't notice what Bo Lianye said.

Bo Lianye stepped onto the stage, picked up the clean bowl with her bare hand, poured clean water into the inkstone, picked up the ink bar placed on one side and circled gently in the inkstone.

The girl held the ink bar vertically in her right hand and gently held the elbow of her right hand in her left hand. The action was always gentle and slow, which was pleasing to the eyes.

This grinding is also exquisite. If you want to grind the ink to a moderate intensity, you need to be careful and patient.

But looking at the movements of Bo Lianye, we can see that she is very good at studying ink and peeping into the leopard. It can be seen that the auctioneer just said that she is good at calligraphy.

After studying the ink, the thin lotus leaf lifts a wolf hair from the pen holder, dips the pen tip into the ink, thinks for a moment, and then raises the pen to drop the ink.

The girl's ink hair and jade face are as beautiful as orchids. She holds a wolf hair in her hand and writes calmly. When people watch this scene, they can't help but praise it again and again.

Let's not talk about how the words are written. Just this character will break people's hearts.

Zheng Qing ate too many cherries and had some sour teeth. He bared his teeth: "I really gave her the limelight."

Glancing at the indifferent girl around him, Zheng Qing was a little angry: "that's you keep a low profile, or you'll get her to show off?"

Mingjing smiled and shook his head. Looking at the girl who wrote calmly on the high platform, he said faintly, "she has Buddha's fate."

People's hearts are easy to get, but Buddha's heart is rare.

One thought to the Buddha, one thought to the devil.

Zheng Qing always finds it hard to listen to Mingjing.

On the rice paper, Bo Lianye dropped the last stroke, which was impressively her previous poem of compassion for lotus.

The auctioneer came close, looked at it and said, "bone strength without loss, posture without boasting, handwriting like flowing clouds, font thin and powerful, like swimming dragon, iron painting and silver hook, quite warm style."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Wen Ruo.

Bo Lianye put down her brush, looked at Wen Ruo and said softly, "there is a rubbings of sacrificial manuscripts collected at home. I have nothing to do to copy them in my spare time, which makes the master laugh."

Mrs. Bo came from Murong family and collected all the ancient and modern books, and the handed down calligraphy is a treasure, which is not uncommon.

Sacrificial manuscripts are the highest level of the works of Yanfu, a great calligrapher in ancient and modern times. They are one of the top ten famous stickers handed down. They are known as the world's authentic works collected in the National Museum, and Bo Jia's collection is a rubbings, which has immeasurable value.

Qi Yun was the Reviver of the inflamed body. Later, Wen Ruo learned the authentic inflamed body from Qi Yun, made innovations and changes, created the warm body by himself, and established his position in one fell swoop. Later, many people respected the warm body, which was called spirited, free and fearless. This spirit inspired the people in a specific era and became a symbol of the spiritual belief of a generation.

Freedom is like the wind and elusive, so many people can't understand the real meaning of warm body. It's rare to learn success.

A word of praise is worth endless praise.

The auctioneer personally took the rice paper and went to Wen Ruo and asked her to have a look.

Who knows, Wen Ruo just glanced at it and said, "it's not bad."

There was no special meaning in her expression.

If you have a warm heart, you can even find a trace of disappointment.

When my heart is in trouble, I hesitate when I write. A good sentence has said all my regrets.

Thin lotus leaf carefully observed Wen ruo's expression. Just at this time, Wen Ruo raised his eyes and looked at her.

Those eyes are deep and dark, like a mysterious black hole. All calculations and thoughts have no place to hide under such eyes.

The thin lotus leaf trembled slightly under the heart, and showed an appropriate elegant smile on his face. His fingernails were deeply pinched into the palm of his hand to remind him to stay rational.

A little retreat is a failure.

The auctioneer was prepared for Wen ruo's cold attitude. Otherwise, she would not be master Wen.

"It's good to get the master's sentence, which is a great encouragement to miss Bo."

Bo Lianye said, "thank you for your encouragement. I will continue to work hard."

The auctioneer put away the ink and the ink will remain in the auction house from today. This honor is a great bonus to the reputation of Bo Lianye.

Since then, it has been known to all that the thin family has a female thin lotus leaf, which is amazing and does not lose the style of her grandmother.

The audience applauded and Bo Lianye walked out.

Qu Lanting asked with a smile, "the girl of the Bo family is very talented. You lack a disciple to inherit the mantle. What do you think of her?"

Bo Yujian stretched out his ears. If it wasn't for the wrong time, he just wanted to give Qu Lanting a big hug.

Wen Ruo rubbed his eyebrows and said faintly, "calligraphy is pure and should not be contaminated with messy things."

By implication, her heart is impure.

After all, I still look out of sight.

Qu Lanting raised her eyebrows and smiled. After all, she stopped talking.

Thin jade Jane sighed, with his position, more inconvenient to say anything.

Obviously, Ye's performance tonight is very perfect. I can't pick a mistake from beginning to end, but I didn't let Wen Ruo take a fancy to it.

Is his daughter mediocre or does Wen Ruo have too high vision?

The woman's friendship with the old lady is there. Qu Lanting probably wants to sell the old lady's face. Under the action of comprehensive factors, she should push the boat with the current. Ye's talent and identity will not disgrace her reputation or even add to the icing on the cake.

But what did the woman say? Contaminated with a mess? Pointing at the mulberry and scolding the locust.

Thin lotus leaf sits on the position, gently droops his eyes, under his sleeve, and deeply pinches his fingernails into the palm.

Under the stimulation of pain, her brain was awake as never before.

Xie Yun sighed, "master Wen has a high vision. I don't know what kind of person can get into her eyes?"

Cong Yan has good eyesight. Just now she took the opportunity to see the works of thin lotus leaf. She also learned calligraphy since childhood. She has made little achievements and has some appreciation.

Bo Jia is a smart girl with great talent at her age, but her biggest problem is impatience.

The so-called word is like a person, which reveals her talent and her rashness.

I have to say, ginger is still old and spicy.

The second piece is from the ancient famous landscape painting, which was collected by Liu Xiangyue.

Ji Rouen said in surprise, "it's Professor Liu. He's a professor of mathematics who knows literature."

Cong Yan smiled. When the senior was in college, he was the backbone of the literary society. In his body, the emotional romance of liberal arts and the calm and rational of science perfectly integrated to create a new Liu Xiangyue.

Mysterious, melancholy and lonely.

Zheng Qing secretly thumbed up: "Professor Liu, you still have a hand."

The auctioneer asked him to leave a treasure before giving it to him.

Liu Xiangyue took out an emerald bead the size of an goose egg, which was clear and blue. Under the light, it was like the light of the moon.

The auctioneer's voice was startled: "follow the Pearl in the South China Sea?"

It is said that there are two in the world, green mountains and green water. This one looks good. It should be green water and priceless. I didn't expect Liu Xiangyue to take it out so easily.

Zheng Qing was stunned and stared at the beads in Liu Xiangyue's palm. The green was really beautiful, like a pure dream, which was easy to fall.

The mirror was also subconsciously stunned when she saw the bead. She suddenly turned her head and looked at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing scratched her head, turned her head and looked at the mirror, as if she saw the mirror's doubts. She whispered, "where's yours?"

Mingjing shook his head: "you don't have to doubt, it's green water."

Zheng Qing patted his head: "what's going on? Shit."

Liu Xiangyue's lips were slightly crooked: "really? It seems that there is a big source. A friend owed me something, so he took it to pay the debt."

The auctioneer was shocked and said, "did your friend owe you a life?"

Zheng Qing is speechless. When did she owe others something and take green water to offset it? It's impossible.

It must have been stolen.