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Seeing that he was well-behaved, Si Yelin narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "It's not in vain for me to help you keep your title!"

"What do you mean?" Tilting his head, Ouyang Xia felt that it was difficult for him to talk to Si Yelin today, since he could still say a few words along the way.

As a result, he couldn't digest what the kid said today.

Ling Shan added again, and said: "Your grandson, your grandmother Wang was born in the Wang family in the capital. You forgot that her younger brother is the prime minister of the court. After your parents disappeared, you were kidnapped again. He has produced evidence to prove that you are dead." , all the papers for the replacement of the son have been uploaded. It was the master who stopped him at that time, so he didn't show it to His Majesty."

If it is submitted to the public, it will be another troublesome matter for everyone to discuss.

Ouyang Xia was dumbfounded, he had just arrived, and the forces in the capital really hadn't checked carefully, no wonder the old woman dared to be so mad.

Daring to rely on his strong backing, he dared to attack easily.

Ling Shan said again: "You thought it was really calm all the way back, but it's just that the master asked the hidden guards to go ahead, and eliminated all the killers sent by the Wang family."

Ouyang Xia grasped Si Yelin's hand tightly, and said emotionally, "Brother, thank you very much, brother."

"Presumptuous!" Throwing away his hand, Si Yelin glared at him, and said coldly: "If you don't finish painting today, you'll stay here for dinner. It just so happens that I want to check your homework."

The gratitude in Ouyang Xia's heart was gone, but she still pretended to bow: "Let's talk about the homework. I will definitely finish drawing the picture for you today."

"Then let's start." Si Yelin didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he lowered his head and poured tea on his own.

Ling Shan immediately sat down on the ground, helped him unfold the paper, and then dipped the pen in ink and handed it to him.

"Thank you! However, I'm not used to this painting, Lingshan, but there is fine ink." He only found out in the past few days that there is a hard pen here, which looks a bit like a pencil, but it is usually used to draw sorghum marks and the like Because it looks like a stick, it is named Xianmo.

"Of course there are, but the young master has to wait."

After Ling Shan finished speaking, he got up and strode outside.

Si Yelin thought he was trying to play some trick again, so he said coldly, "Ouyang Xia, you can't finish painting today, so don't go home."

Looking at his current expression, which is cold and cold, for some reason, Ouyang Xia's mood improved. ,

Leaning on the back a few times, she propped her chin and looked at him: "Brother."

He discovered that as long as he called him brother, Si Yelin's eyebrows would jump up very cutely.

Sure enough, as soon as these two words came out, he raised his brows slightly, and immediately lowered his face, as frightening as ten thousand years of ice.

Ha ha. .He really wanted to laugh, but now is the era of imperial power, he can't go too far, otherwise, with his personality, he would have been lying on the table and laughing wildly.

"This king said that you are not allowed to be presumptuous. You really think that this king dare not deal with you!"

Ouyang Xia raised his hand, and his smile became a bit gentle: "I just think you smell good, and I can't help but want to get close to you, so I called you brother. Look at others, who did I call?"

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes frivolously and sniffed vigorously, his expression was like taking medicine.

Si Yelin was furious, and threw the cup in his hand.

Ouyang Xia turned her head away, and looked at Si Yelin who was full of anger with a smile on her face: "Good brother, good brother, I will draw for you, I will draw for you!"

This is a master who will not be caught even if he kills, so he really can't mess with him.

Si Yelin looked at him indifferently, and said, "If the painting is not far away today, my lord, I will break your legs."

Hearing this, Ouyang Xia instinctively touched his legs. It seemed that he really provoked a big tiger today.

Ling Shan came back quickly, holding a few slender inks in his hand, and placed them respectfully beside Bai Zhi.

Ouyang Xia picked it up and found that it was actually a pencil. She opened her mouth wide in shock and turned around to look at it.

The lead is wrapped in this, and the head can be sharpened. It is not a pencil.

Looking at Ling Shan in surprise, he blurted out, "Who invented this thing?"

My dear, is there someone who, like him, has traveled through time.

Thinking about it this way, I was inexplicably excited. If so, it would be a real surprise to meet an old man in a foreign land!

Ling Shan didn't expect his reaction to be so strong, and said: "This was made by Xu Anming, a famous Shandong architect more than 50 years ago, when he was 60 years old. Workers are using it, but no one has ever used it for painting."

Ouyang Xia was wilted, she knew without asking, his old man might be taller than him.

It's a pity, if it's still there, you can get it out of his mouth, right?

"Will the prince use this to draw?"

It is not easy to say, so Ling Shan is very curious.

Ouyang Xia smiled lightly, and said: "Just look at it, let me tell you, drawing, only this can make the painting extremely beautiful."

What did these ancient people know? Today he will let them see what art is!