Super system plunders the heavens

Han Xue was a little anxious and hurriedly said, "You just said that as long as Ye Yu has 50 billion, you agree with us being together."

Han Shiyue opened his mouth and couldn't answer the words for a long time and said with a pulled face, "Well, the 50 billion I said is a base number, I mean it must be another 50 billion."

Han Xue pouted angrily, raised her foot and lightly kicked Han Shiyue, "Humph, Dad, you don't keep your word."

At this moment, Han Shiyue has given up her old face for her own daughter, raised her chin and looked at Ye Yu, the meaning is obvious, I don't believe you can still spend another 50 billion

Seeing Han Shiyue's scoundrel expression, Ye Yu was also a little funny.

"Uncle Han, if you participated in the auction, you should know that there is more than just a luminous cup at the auction."

Han Shiyue leaned on the sofa and said with a sullen face, "Of course I know that not only the luminous cup, but also many good things, the last ancient book was photographed for 100 billion."

When Han Shiyue said this, he suddenly remembered something. He looked at Ye Yu for a long time and asked slowly, "Are these auction items also yours?"

Ye Yu snapped his fingers and nodded, "You're right, everything in the auction is mine."

Shocked, Han Shiyue opened her mouth wide and looked at Ye Yu, speechless.

Min Rou, who was on the side, was shocked but still calmed down and asked Ye Yu, "Xiao Yu, tell auntie how much money you got from the summit auction last time?"

"150 million"

Min Rou and Han Xue were all surprised to see Ye Yu never thought that Ye Yu is so rich now.

"Wow, more than 100 billion, how much is that?"

Han Xue exclaimed, then rolled her eyes and pulled Han Shiyue's arm and said softly, "Dad, Ye Yu has more than 100 billion now, are you speechless this time?"

Han Shiyue was bitter and worried that the little cabbage that had been raised for so many years would be raped by this brat?

In an instant, Han Xue's identity came to mind again, Han Shiyue said coldly, "No way"

Han Xue was dazed, her eye circles were red and choked up, and she asked, "Why not?"

Seeing that her daughter was about to cry, Min Rou felt regretful, glared at Han Shiyue fiercely, and said, "What reason do you have, Shiyue? Tell me."

Han Shiyue sat up straight, looked at Ye Yu solemnly and said, "Actually, I don't care too much about whether you have money or not."

Ignoring Min Rou's contemptuous eyes from her daughter, Han Shiyue said solemnly, "What I care about is your personal quality."

Chapter 199 Tang Yin's True Works

"Personal qualities?"

Ye Yu chuckled and asked, "Uncle Han, what do you mean by that?"

Han Shiyue looked at Ye Yu and said in a deep voice, "Our Han family is the first in a scholarly family, and your aunt is even more obsessed with calligraphy and painting."

Pointing to the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall around, Han Shiyue said proudly, "Look, these are all made by famous artists in the world."

Ye Yu looked in the direction indicated by Han Shiyue.

It has to be said that Han Shiyue has a rich collection. These calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall are all from the hands of famous masters from all dynasties and generations.

Ye Yu is a talented literary master, these calligraphy and paintings should be said to be pretty good in Ye Yu's eyes.

Han Shiyue was very satisfied to see Ye Yu carefully looking at her collection, Ye Yu's "shocked" eyes.

Looking at Han Xue and Han Shiyue dotingly said, "Xiaoxue has been influenced by her mother since she was a child, and she likes calligraphy and painting very much. I don't want to send Xiaoxue to the home of a nouveau riche who knows nothing and has no taste."

Ye Yu raised his eyebrows, this is challenging the dignity of a literary master

"Uncle Han, according to you, how can you be regarded as having good taste?"

Han Shiyue chuckled and pointed to the gift box Ye Yu brought over, "Didn't you say you brought a pair of painting brushes?"

"Then take this as proof that this gift must have been carefully chosen by you?"

Ye Yu nodded and said, "Of course this gift is from a famous master."

"The hand of a famous master?" Han Shiyue sneered, "If the gift you bring can satisfy your aunt, I have nothing to say."

After Han Shiyue finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Min Rou and said in a deep voice, "My wife, you can't lower your standards."

Min Rou glared at Han Shiyue and said apologetically to Ye Yu, "Xiao Yu is not an aunt and won't help you. The favorite thing in this life is calligraphy and painting."

"Originally, Auntie would be happy with whatever calligraphy and painting you brought, but since your uncle said so, don't blame Auntie for being high-sighted."

Facing Min Rou's apologetic eyes, Ye Yu waved her hands indifferently, "Auntie doesn't need to apologize, I believe this painting will satisfy Auntie."

Seeing that Ye Yu was sure, Min Rou had no choice but to nod and said, "Alright then."

Stretching out her plain hand, Min Rou opened the box containing the scroll.

Taking out the painting scroll and holding it in her hand, Min Rou gave a light snort, "Hey, this is the best raw rice paper."

Han Shiyue snorted coldly and said in a low voice, "A good painting depends on the painter, not the paper."

Min Rou rolled her eyes at Han Shiyue, took the scroll and walked lightly to the desk, and slowly unfolded the scroll.

I saw thick ink and light colors covering the snow-white rice paper, countless colorful butterflies flying in pairs among thousands of flowers.

The breeze is coming, the colorful butterflies are dancing, and in a trance, the few people seem to be in the flowers. The colorful butterflies are flying around, sometimes stopping on the shoulders, sometimes stopping between the fingers and laughing and interacting with everyone.

"Draw well, this is the work of a master"

Min Rou was the first to come back to her senses and looked at the picture of spring and autumn fragrance on the desk in amazement and applauded again and again.

Han Xue stared at this Tang Bohu's original painting with brilliant eyes, her blushing cheeks blushed when she thought of the ignorant relationship between herself and Ye Yu.

Han Shiyue looked at the painting in shock, but she didn't expect Ye Yu to bring such a surprising masterpiece

"Who painted this picture?"

Ye Yu pointed to the seal on the scroll and said loudly, "Tang Yin Tang Bohu's authentic work"

"impossible"

Han Shiyue exclaimed and said in a cold voice, "Ye Yu, do you know Tang Bohu? Is his authentic work so easy to get?"

Han Xue looked at the seal above and said, "Look at this seal is Tang Yin's private seal. How could it not be Tang Bohu's authentic work? And this painting is really good."

Han Shiyue sighed and said, "Although this painting is good, it can't be Tang Yin's authentic painting at all."

"Most of Xiaoxue's extant works are imitations of Tang Yin's authentic works, which can be said to be rare"

Min Rou on the side also looked lonely. Her personal favorite is Tang Yinzhi's painting, but it's a pity that she didn't have the chance to see it.

When Han Shiyue heard it, she became proud and said to Ye Yu, "Xiao Yu, it's not that Uncle doesn't agree with you being together, it's because this painting disappointed Auntie."

Chapter 200 Calligraphy and Painting Master Qi Xuanren

Faced with Han Shiyue's pride and Min Rou's disappointment, Ye Yu didn't panic but said calmly, "Auntie's picture of spring and autumn fragrance is indeed Tang Yin's authentic work."

Min Rou heard that Ye Yu must have bent down again to check carefully.

"It is indeed Tang Yin's consistent painting style that the artist is elegant and the artistic conception is remote."

Min Rou stretched out her plain hand to lightly touch the ink stain and let out a sigh, "But the ink stain looks like it was drawn just now."

Min Rou looked at the seal in the lower left corner of the picture scroll again and said in surprise, "This seal is Tang Yin's private seal. If you copy it, you won't use this kind of seal."

Min Rou straightened up, her head was full of doubts, she couldn't tell whether it was an authentic work or a forgery.

Tuk Tuk

The driver outside the door, Uncle Zhou, knocked on the door and shouted at Han Shiyue, "Mr. Han Qixuan is here!"

Min Rou was startled with a look of joy in her eyes, "The teacher is here? Let the teacher come in quickly."

Da da

There was a sound of steady footsteps outside the door, and then a thin old man with white hair and beard walked into the hall.

Seeing the old man coming in, Han Shiyue and Min Rou hurried forward to help the old man.

"Old Qi, why are you here?"

"When did you arrive, teacher?"

Han Shiyue and Min Rou shouted at the same time. It seems that the arrival of the old man made them very happy.

Seeing that Ye Yu didn't know the old man, Han Xue whispered in Ye Yu's ear, "This is a master of calligraphy and painting from Qixuan, Huaguo, and my mother's teacher."

With the support of Han Shiyue and Min Rou, Qi Xuanren made it to the sofa, looked at Min Rou with a smile and said, "Girl, how many years have we not seen each other?"

When Min Rou heard Qi Xuanren's question, her eyes turned red and she said excitedly, "It's been five years since I last said goodbye to my teacher."

Qi Xuanren nodded and said with emotion, "I remember when you first learned to paint with me, you were as big as Xiaoxue, and now more than 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye."

Han Xue reached Qi Xuanren's side and took the old man's arm and said, "Grandpa Qi, was it my mother who was beautiful or me?"

Qi Xuanren laughed heartily when he heard the words, stroked his beard, nodded Han Xue's forehead and said with a smile, "Haha, you old spirit, your mother is much more obedient than you."

Looking at his apprentice Qi Xuanren who had been away for many years, he sighed and said, "Min Rou's talent was the most outstanding among my students back then, but it's a pity that he didn't continue to go on with calligraphy and painting."

When Min Rou heard the words, she said disappointedly, "It's also because I don't have the good fortune to continue to listen to the teacher's teachings."

Qi Xuanren looked at Ye Yu who was sitting beside him with surprise in his eyes and asked, "Who is this handsome young man?"

When Han Xue heard Qi Xuanren's question, she hurried back and said, "Grandpa Qi, how is this my boyfriend? It's not bad."

Hearing the words, Qi Xuanren took a deep look at Ye Yu, nodded and said with satisfaction, "Young man, his eyes are clean and energetic."

Han Shiyue on the side snorted heavily, "Don't talk nonsense about your boyfriend's horoscope."

Han Xue said to Han Shiyue angrily, "Father, you are not trustworthy, and Ye Yu even brought a master's work here, are you still not satisfied?"

Han Shiyue crossed her legs and said in a cold voice, "The master's work is not fake, but who asked him to bring over a fake one?"

Everyone in Qixuan was confused and turned to Min Rou and asked, "What's going on? A masterpiece by a master? A counterfeit?"

Min Rou's eyes lit up, and Qi Xuanren said happily, "Teacher, help me palm my eyes. Here is a painting by Tang Yin. Can you see if it is authentic?"

Chapter 201 Old Qi's Appreciation

Mr. Qi Xuanren was obsessed with calligraphy and painting all his life, especially good at copying Tang Yin's works.

Hearing Min Rou's invitation, the old man instantly beamed with joy and said with a smile, "Where is the painting? Not to mention Tang Yin's calligraphers and painters, I can still tell the difference."

Everyone moved to the desk. Qi Xuanren took out a pair of reading glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose to examine them carefully.

Qi Xuanren leaned over and inspected it inch by inch, amazed.

"The thickness of the pen and ink is moderately good"

"The lines are smooth and elegant"

"The overall atmosphere and the partial without losing the details"

"Although there is no style of painting, but thousands of flowers are automatic"

“The Butterfly Playing Flowers makes people feel like they are in the real scene, it’s great”

Qi Xuanren straightened up, took off his presbyopic glasses and said in shock, "It's rare to see in a hundred years, it's really the best work among the masters."

Han Shiyue at the side hurriedly asked, "Mr. Qi, you haven't said whether this painting is authentic by Tang Yin?"

Qi Xuanren glared at Han Shiyue and said dissatisfiedly, "You, you and I have made it so obvious that you still don't understand? This must be Tang Yin's authentic work."

Han Shiyue was stunned, "Ke Ke Min Rou also said before that the ink on this painting seems to be drawn just now?"

Qi Xuanren waved his hand and said casually, "So what? I'm an old man who distinguishes the real from the fake, not a scientific researcher. I can be sure that this is Tang Yin's authentic work."

Han Xue jumped happily and said, "Oh great, Dad, don't you have anything to say now?"

Han Shiyue sat on the sofa with a dark face as if swallowing a fly and did not speak.

Min Rou seemed to have remembered something, turned around and unlocked another gift box on the coffee table.

An exquisite writing brush was lying in the gift box, and then Min Rou put it in front of Qi Xuanren.

"Teacher, how about tasting this pen?"

Qi Xuanren took a pen and looked closely at his eyes.

"Well, the overall workmanship is beautiful."

"The pen shaft is straight and delicate, it is the finest lobular red sandalwood."

"The brush hair is soft yet tough. This is actually a bunch of hair on the top of a wild white wolf's head?"