My cubs are big bosses

Chapter 337 My Daughters (25)

They all knew this painting, it was always sent by Miss Qing's father.

But this time it was Miss Qing who came in person, and all the talented scholars wanted to see who was the one who drew the pictures of peonies and gold and iron horses.

Whether it's sending paintings or embroidery, Lu Yun only goes out after being easy.

What they saw was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, who could never have guessed that it was Mr. Gui from Mingyue Tower.

They are very confident in their disguise, and they will probably be surprised when they see Miss Qing.

Lu Yun smiled wretchedly, looking forward to the auction two days later.

There is a lot of publicity about Miss Qing herself, who is hard to come by. Even if it's not for the painting, it's good to meet Miss Qing and get to know her.

The wits took the bait.

I heard that there are two doors in Mingyue Building, one is for playing piano and calligraphy, and the other is for kiln caves. After hearing from friends who have been there, the inside is really clearly distinguished, so they feel relieved to take a look.

The one tael of silver on hand is ready.

The drought was over, and the emperor learned about it when he was free, and called his father-in-law to drive him out of the palace.

Lu Yun smiled and took the silver from the guests. When the emperor arrived, Lu Yun almost knelt down and shouted for dad.

The one who gave the money was the father, besides the backer, the father of fathers.

"Why don't you charge money?"

Receive!
Why not accept it.

It was the emperor who asked him to collect the money, not him insisting on it, so you can't scold him when you blame him.

Trembling took the emperor's silver.

I think these two silver coins can be provided.

It will be handed down in the future, this is the silver given by the emperor, it is very precious.

Let someone arrange a good place to go there.

As soon as the time came, Lu Yun didn't pick up the guests at the door, but went up to the second floor, preparing for the auction.

very busy.

"Ahem, ahem, thanks to the talented and beautiful people who came to the auction."

That's right, it's not just talented people who come this time, but also ladies from all over the world.

They really wanted to see what kind of character this Qing girl was, who actually attracted praise from many men in the capital.

Naturally, they have their fiancés, which makes them even more angry.

There are other little sisters coming together. Otherwise, they would never be able to step foot into this place alone.

It's nice to say that they are divided into two places, and they will never interfere with them, but they are all girls in the building, so it's hard to keep up with other people's poems and songs on the surface, and maybe they do some heinous things secretly.

From the bottom of my heart, I don't like brothel women.

"I won't say much, let's invite Miss Qing and her painting - Mei!"

The talented and beautiful people opened their eyes wide and looked at the place where they came up. A yellow shadow appeared, making them stare attentively.

After that, I was taken aback.

How could they not recognize Miss Shanqing who had been in Mingyue Tower for some time and often appeared in front of them and sang poems with them.

Not only do we know each other, but we are very familiar with them!
Miss Shanqing!

Someone yelled.

Shan Qing looked in the direction of the shout, nodded slightly, and in an instant a hundred flowers bloomed.

Let those wits lose their minds.

The beauty cursed inwardly, bewitching foxes, knowing how to seduce men.

Sure enough, the country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change.

"Ahem, cough, I know my daughter is beautiful, so don't stare at her, she will be shy~"

cough cough-

The talented men immediately withdrew their gaze and lowered their heads in astonishment.

The emperor was amused, this man is really interesting.

"Okay, let's take a look at today's true master."

It was okay if Lu Yun didn't say it. Once he did, the talented people thought of the middle-aged man who sent the painting.

(End of this chapter)