The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

This is not the first time Xi Qingyin has seen the word "immortal" used on herself, but it is indeed the most shameful one.

After all, no one would press his head and let him see his own photos before.The hospitality is hard to come by, the cat raised its eyelids, and looked at this photo with great dignity.

From the perspective of others, this candid photo is indeed a good one.

The young man at the exhibition was dressed in white, with black hair reaching his waist, tied with a thin blue ribbon, and hanging loosely behind his head.The white clothes on his body were in the style of ancient gowns, with a very good texture, and they could emit a faint light under the moonlight.The embroidery on the cuffs and the design of the hem are ingenious. At first glance, it looks like a beauty from an ancient oriental country. It easily stands out in the exhibition hall full of modern technology.

The most palpitating thing is not the young man's clothes, but the unique cool temperament on his body.

I don't know which exhibit he saw, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.Looking at it makes people become exhibits in his eyes. If it can be exchanged for a smile, there will be no regrets in this life.

The use of the word "immortal" is indeed extremely accurate.

"I took this picture." Rong Yunjing's voice came.

The cat froze and turned to look at him.

The blue light from the Xingwang screen reflected on this person's profound facial features, and Rong Yunjing seemed to be talking to himself:

"He is a person who really rarely attends events. All major families send invitations to him. Whether he can be invited depends on fate. Even I have attended ten events where he was on the list. It might not be possible to meet him once. Originally, I had no hope for the exhibition hosted by the Tao family."

Xi Qingyin was a little dazed, he had never seriously thought about these trivial things.However, thanks to the lack of places to attend, he still has a vague impression of this exhibition.

At that time, the war had just ended, and he had made a lot of military exploits on the battlefield, and it was the moment when his reputation was greatly shaken.

Families with many invitations to various events from major aristocratic families couldn’t put them down. The flower baskets and rare treasures were sent and returned, and the returned return was returned. The scene was spectacular and brilliant.

In this case, he didn't plan to go to the original exhibition.It just happened to coincide with Tao Liyan's memorial day, and Tao Xingchang visited again to pour out his sorrows. After hesitating for a while, he quickly agreed to support the Tao family whose status was slightly shaken at that time.

Thinking of these old things, the cat blinked its big blue eyes and became a little frustrated.

Rong Yunjing rolled his eyes, obviously thinking of something that made him happy, and said in a slightly raised tone: "I stayed at the exhibition for almost half an hour, and the works hanging on the wall are all similar to me. Anyway, It is definitely not as good as his painting. The more I look at it, the more I am bored, the more I look, the more sleepy I am, when I am about to find an excuse to leave - guess who I saw?"

The cat raised its eyelids, but there was no curiosity in its eyes.

Rong Yunjing didn't expect a cat to answer anything, he said: "I saw him."

The fingertips cherished the touch screen, but mercilessly penetrated directly from the photo.

Rong Yunjing pursed his lips, withdrew his hand and said, "I saw you for the first time after the war. He probably doesn't remember me anymore. His eyes skipped over me and didn't stop for even a second."

The cat almost stood up and shouted its grievances.

It's not that he doesn't want to stay, it's that he doesn't dare!

At that time, the emperor Rong Tianyan's body had already begun to have problems, and Rong Yunjing was still too young, not even a prince.Many people rumored that the throne would be entrusted to Rong Tianyan's younger brother, Rong Tianhe. Who would dare to get involved in the battle for the throne? If he stepped forward and said a few words to Rong Yunjing, he might be directly assigned to Rong Yunjing by someone who cared. Go in faction.

After much deliberation, I can only pretend not to see it.

These are all things in the past, even if the cat has a mouth now, it may not be able to explain it.Thinking about it, he could only resign himself to his fate and lie back down, continuing to listen to what Rong Yunjing and those young boys Huaichun had to say.

"...I wanted to go up and say hello to him, but for some reason, I couldn't move for a long time, just like every time after that. As long as he stood in front of the painting, I just stared at him stupidly for a long time."

Rong Yunjing's eyes were gentle to the limit, "Until I saw him staring at the exhibits on the wall, he suddenly smiled very slowly. I'm not sure if it was a smile, but I didn't even think about opening the star network immediately, I took this photo that I have cherished for many years."

Xi Qingyin was thinking all kinds of things in her heart, and she had a vague impression.

At that time, the painting seemed to depict the imperial painter going to the battlefield. The person in the painting held a scroll in his left hand and a brush in his right. It looked very majestic.Reminiscent of the tragic scene of himself running around holding the picture scroll on the battlefield, he couldn't help but laugh out of his lofty personality.

Just about to laugh again in my heart, I heard Rong Yunjing say in a flat tone: "Later, I bought that painting and added it to the attic. If we can meet again one day, I will give the whole attic to you along with this painting. he."

Xi Qingyin was stunned, and turned her eyes to look at Rong Yunjing.

The latter didn't look at him, but looked at the Xingwang screen extremely seriously, and muttered to himself: "Tell me, could this mysterious imperial painter be him..."

Xi Qingyin's heart suddenly became complicated.

Originally, he thought that the Imperial Moonlight just liked his paintings, but later he found that he couldn't even tell whether he was painting sunsets or sunrises, let alone like painting.

Later, he thought that the other party liked his face, but after thinking about it, he knew something was wrong.

Golden Peacock has seen so many beautiful faces since he was a child, and even he himself has a first-class good-looking face, so how could he fall in love with someone just because of his face.

If not, then why does this person like him?

Since I can't figure it out, I don't want to think about it for the time being. The cat turned his head and looked at the star network split screen.

What is certain now is that Rong Yunjing has begun to suspect whether 'I have four hands' is 'Xi Qingyin'.But I also know that he is just suspicious now, without any evidence.

That being the case, let this person guess for a while, and save him from dragging him out of the warm quilt early every morning, digging through mountains and grounds aimlessly to find someone.

Thinking of this, Xi Qingyin didn't feel the slightest nervousness of being seen through, on the contrary, she felt a little relieved.

——Ah, I can finally sleep well in the future!

**

For two consecutive days I slept until dusk.

The cat stretched softly, rolled around in the quilt again, and then got up.

In the past two days, Rong Yunjing finally stopped looking around, and instead concentrated on comparing the works sold by the four-handed waste painting shop with his previous paintings in the study, trying to find common ground with difficulty.

Xi Qingyin was not worried at all.

The direction of brushstrokes in painting with ideas and hands-on painting is completely different.These days, the Maomao brush has subtly changed his painting style, and now even a professional royal painter may just feel that the two are similar, but there are too many differences, and they cannot be completely sure.

This is true of imperial painters who are proficient in painting, not to mention the golden peacock who is idiot, it is probably difficult to see the resemblance.

Thinking of this, the cat is in a good mood.

Rolling a circle into the place of inheritance, the private messages on the star network have piled up into mountains.After clicking the next button to filter, the selection box was empty, leaving only Yukuan fans' private messages.

[Four hands!There is something very important, please come back if you see it! ! ! 】

The cat tilted its head and replied with a question mark.

This time, Yu Kuan Fan didn't respond in seconds, and there was no response from the other party after waiting for a long time, so the cat paid attention to this incident.

Although Yu Kuan Fan has a tendency to exaggerate things, he always responds to private messages in seconds, as if he lives on Xingwang.Suddenly he didn't come back now, he must have been caught up in some troublesome matter.

Thinking of this, he quickly logged into the store to check the situation, and when he saw the "sold out" label on the paint column of each country in the store, the cat's eyes flashed, obviously remembering the warning letter of Yu Liangpi two days ago.

Xi Qingyin didn't hesitate too long, took a screenshot of the store's homepage and threw it to Yukuan fans, and made a call directly.

"Doo...doo...doo..."

The waiting time was extremely long, until the phone was about to hang up automatically, the dialog box on the other end flickered, and a link was sent silently.

[Yukuanfan invites you to have a [-]D simulation dialogue, do you agree? 】

Xi Qingyin frowned, once again feeling the seriousness of the matter.

[You have agreed to the [-]D analog phone, please select the system image as soon as possible. 】

Xi Qingyin casually clicked on the default image of the black robe, and in a flash of consciousness, she entered the three-dimensional virtual space.Facing him was the big face of Yu Kuan fan who was about to cry, "Sishou, we are done!"

"What happened? I saw that all the Chinese paints in the store were marked as sold out."

Xi Qingyin cleared his throat, the voice of the man in black was also the default voice of the system, he was really not used to it.

Yu Kuanfen's face was sallow, and he looked like he hadn't slept well for a while.He was full of anxiety, and he spoke very fast: "The paint is sent from the blue star to the imperial star, and there are countless wormholes. Each wormhole is handled by people from different planets. Two days ago, I found the material He was stopped in the middle, thinking of spending some money to urge them to hurry up, and sure enough, the materials passed the checkpoint in less than ten minutes. But when he got to the next wormhole, he was stopped again."

Xi Qingyin said: "You mean that someone spent money behind the scenes to let these people stop you?"

Yu Kuan Fan shook his head and said, "I know who did it."

Xi Qingyin said, "Who?"

Yu Kuanfan said bitterly: "There is a consul named Liangpi in Yu's family who opposes me everywhere. There is a 70% possibility that he did it this time."

Xi Qingyin frowned and said, "Since you are both consuls, you should be at the same level. Why do those gatekeepers listen to him and not you?"

Yu Kuanfan smiled bitterly: "Sir, do you really think that a little consul like him has such great power? He doesn't have to pay anything at all, he just needs to secretly give some eye drops to the gatekeepers, pointing out the powerful relationship between them. Those people were already envious of the huge market for Chinese painting, so they naturally thought of joining forces to consume me to death, and when the Chinese painting pigments are exhausted and sold everywhere, they can buy them at a low price, wouldn't it be great."

Xi Qingyin was silent for a while after listening to this passage, but he had already looked down on the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and he was not as angry as Yu Kuan fans.After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, he suddenly opened them slowly and said, "What are you thinking now?"

Yu Kuan Fan sighed and said, "What can I think? Those people are blocking the checkpoint. I can't hire a group of killers to kill them all. I can only give gifts, one by one. After giving gifts one by one, I guess Another hemorrhage."

Xi Qingyin said: "Then don't give gifts."

"Yeah, I also think this matter is very difficult." After saying a word, Yu Kuanfan realized what this person said just now, he was taken aback for a moment, and said carefully, "Sir, the most taboo thing in business is It’s just a matter of moment.”

Xi Qingyin said flatly: "It's not about showing off, I thought of a better way than giving gifts."

"What should I do..." Yu Kuan Fan paused, obviously suffered a lot of dark losses in the past, and felt a little angry in his heart.

His expression became more violent than anyone else, and he immediately changed his words and said: "I won't ask about the specific method anymore, I will do everything according to what you said! I have to let those people who follow the wind to see who is the real father now." !"

I have to say that such a partner is really pleasing to the eye, Xi Qingyin glanced at him appreciatively, and said: "The idea is very good, but you don't have to do anything now, just treat it as a vacation."

Yu Kuan Fan jokingly said: "Okay, then I will be the boss and you have given me a vacation! What about you, what are you going to do, let me see if I can help."

Xi Qingyin said, "I'm not going to do anything either."

Yu Kuanfen was stunned, his eyes were utterly bewildered.

Xi Qingyin blinked and said emphatically, "I really don't do anything."

It was not until the past few days that Yukuan fans understood the hidden meaning of Xi Qingyin's words.

Say nothing and do nothing, that is, really do nothing, not even sell paintings, or open shops!

Yu Kuan Fanxin said that this is not digging his own grave, and was about to admonish him, but when he thought of the confident tone of the man in black in the three-dimensional space, he began to hesitate.

Maybe... this person really has something behind him?

He held back his doubts, but the tens of thousands of star network people who were "waiting to be fed" couldn't hold back.

The first day does not sell Chinese paintings, very good when you are tired.

Don't sell Chinese paintings the next day, ok, when you have no ideas.

Don't sell Chinese paintings on the third day, hold back, they will always sell.

……

No Chinese paintings were sold on the nth day... Finally, the crowd could bear it no longer.

You said that if you didn’t sell traditional Chinese paintings in the first place, that’s fine, since you’ve never got one anyway, so naturally you don’t know the feeling of taste.But now that I have just tasted the sweetness of Chinese painting, suddenly the shop no longer buys Chinese painting. This feeling is like a blow to the head, which is extremely refreshing.

Because the store was closed, they couldn't howl in the comment area, so they had to switch to Weibo to discuss with keywords.

"Who can tell me what happened to Sishouda? He suddenly closed the store without saying a word. I'm really worried. Is it true that as everyone said, the identity of the virtual network is really boring? Now, he now wants to return to the real world and become the Royal Painter admired by thousands of people?"

"I don't dare to doubt or suspect, but I hope that even if Da Da returns to his real identity, he must continue to sell Chinese paintings, woo woo woo..."

"Secretly tell you that there has been a fight among the gods in the Yu family recently. Your four hands are big. He has been involved in the internal faction of the Yu family. Now he is in danger."

Suddenly someone threw such a 'melon' in the midst of mourning, and many people were shocked.

What does the faction fighting within the Yu family mean?

This melon is very interesting to hear, and it is also closely related to their interests, which directly affects everyone's hearts.It's a pity that the unknown account only threw out such a sentence, and nothing else.

This did not dissuade everyone from their enthusiasm. In these family disputes, the curiosity and combat effectiveness of netizens are comparable to those of illegitimate fans.

After a while, a lot of bad news was picked up.

Aside from those complicated conflicts of interest, there is only one thing involved in my four hands from beginning to end, that is, the traffic arteries of Chinese painting paints are blocked, and other shops have also been instructed by someone from the Yu family not to sell This account provides any trading assistance and leaves it to its own devices.

Some people's brains are slow, and they don't understand the conflict of interests, so they post a post asking: Can any class representative summarize why he stopped selling paintings?

Immediately, many people forwarded this Weibo and responded domineeringly.

"Don't give him paints to paint traditional Chinese paintings, and don't let him sell paints. In a word, Sishouda was bullied by others, brothers, rush! At worst, let's boycott the goods from Yuliangpi and see who can resist !"

Businessmen have always been mercenary and slippery in the hearts of everyone, and they don't have a good reputation.But imperial painters are different. This is a sacred profession, majestic and admired by thousands of people.

Different from the identity of the "assailant" before, this time Xi Qingyin firmly stood on the moral high ground, almost making full use of the natural privilege of the royal painter, as if he had endured all the grievances.

As if the dusty jade could not be tolerated, when they heard that a distinguished imperial painter was 'bullied' by a businessman, everyone immediately became furious like a kitten whose tail was lit.

"Boycott the industrial chain under the name of Yuliangpi!"

"Push a link to my sisters. This is the sales channel of Yukuanfen. Although the products sold are less than Yuliangpi's, the quality is very good. You can buy with confidence."

"When the Chinese painting pigments do not pass the checkpoint, you can continue to sell Chinese paintings, and then we will stop!"

This series of public opinion battles stunned Yukuan fans.

He immediately sent a private message to Xi Qingyin, saying: Awesome!

At that time, Xi Qingyin was painting and had been disconnected from the Internet for several days, so she just smiled when she saw her.

[If you start with their interests, then this matter will be easy to handle.Yuliangpi asks people to intercept the paint, which threatens your interests and prompts you to spend money for passage.In this case, we can do the opposite and start with the interests of the people. As long as we hold the method of traditional Chinese painting in our hands, are we afraid that we will not be able to stand in a united front with the interests of the people?Are you afraid that this matter will not threaten the interests of Yuliangpi? 】

The Yukuan fan who watched it on the phone was full of admiration.

Originally in his mind, the image of the royal painter not caring about world affairs and idle clouds and wild cranes was completely broken, and there appeared in the middle such a unique variable as I have four hands.

This made him more and more curious about the identity of the people under the skin of these five characters.

What kind of experience does it take to make a high-ranking imperial painter who should be loved and sought after by everyone so understanding of people's hearts?

Yu Kuanfan suddenly felt inexplicable pity in his heart, and he replied excitedly:

[Sir, don't worry, I'll do the next one! 】

After closing the private message interface and seeing the sales statistics for the new day, Yukuan fans immediately laughed so hard that they couldn't see their teeth, and opened Weibo excitedly. The words he typed and the expression on his face were two extremes.

【Yukuanfan V: Sishou has been telling me these days that he has plenty of inspiration, but he can't draw it down.Sympathy. 】

[Yu Kuan Fan V: I think if those inspirations can be presented in the form of traditional Chinese painting, it will probably save a lot of talentless people from suffering... It's a pity. 】

[Yukuanfan V: Hey, what a crime! 】

In this way, Yukuan Fan almost sells three Weibo posts a day. If he is in a better mood, he can even post five or six posts a day. The words are so miserable that it seems that he will die in the next second.

How can a normal person stand this frequency of brainwashing? If things go on like this, I just feel that I have four hands to stop painting... Oh my god!Their interests have suffered a great loss!

The more intense resistance and more indignant curses, like the cold winter wind, slapped Yu Liangpi's face mercilessly.

Where has he seen such a battle?

A few days ago, there was a sentence in the private message sent to me with four hands called "Don't worry about the few, but the unevenness". Now that I think about it, it's just a joke, and it doesn't apply to me with four hands!

Yu Liangpi had no idea, seeing that the turnover was dropping by a few percentage points every day, he just felt that the world was dark.

Now the checkpoints of the major planets call and send private messages every day to ask, and the people above are also keeping an eye on the turnover, and they may come to greet him at any time.Even the peer consuls secretly laughed at him for shooting himself in the foot.

It's completely a difficult situation to ride a tiger.

"Sir, what should we do now?!"

Yu Liangpi paced back and forth, his heart beating extremely fast, he took out the star net, "Don't worry. I still know a few people on the main line of the family. If I can't settle the matter, those big bosses will definitely settle it."

The phone call was made, and the person on the other end hung up abruptly on the pretext of having something to do without saying a word.

Yu Liangpi didn't believe in evil, and tried to call a few people's phones again, but this time they didn't answer the connection, and they were directly transferred to the voicemail box after two rings.

Until now, Yuliangpi has a sense of panic that cannot be overcome.With the last glimmer of hope, he dialed the phone for the last time to the main department's adoptive son, Yu Woxin.

This second young master has a good personality and soft ears. He has been rescued many times in the past. As long as he can be ashamed and beg this time, he will definitely help him again, right?

The phone rang twice, and it was connected.

Yu Liangpi's brows were about to beam with joy, when the characteristic peacemaker's tone came from the other side: "I know what you want to say, it's not that I won't help you..."

Yu Liangpi saw it quickly, and immediately cried out, "Second Young Master, I really know I was wrong!"

Yu Woxin insisted on finishing the sentence: "...I can't help you."

"Can't help?" Yu Liangpi breathed a sigh of relief, almost holding back his anger, and said, "With such a powerful status, it's not just a matter of saying a word to help me."

Yu Woxin said: "Is it really something that can be solved with one sentence? You and I almost grew up together. If it was a one-sentence matter, how could I not help you?"

Yu Liangpi was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Before you came to me, there were several waves of people who came to me and carefully told me not to interfere in this matter. I can't afford to offend any of these people anyway."

Yu Huo paused for a long time, then sighed and said, "You... just take care of yourself."

Hearing this sentence, Yu Liangpi was completely stunned.

Originally thought that this matter was just a struggle between him and Yukuan fans, at most an inexplicable online painter was involved in the middle.Now it seems that things are not so simple.

The variable must have come from the royal painter!

"Yu Woxin is the second young master of the Yu family. There are several waves of people who can't even offend him..."

At this time, Yu Woxin had unilaterally hung up the phone, but Yu Liangpi still maintained the posture of holding the star net, without moving for a long time, with a blank expression.

"My lord, what should we do now?"

A group of subordinates watched him from the sidelines. They were full of ambition a few days ago, but now they are full of apprehension and despair.

Yu Liangpi opened his mouth, his voice extremely dry, and said urgently: "Quick! Let it go!"

The subordinates were confused: "Who do you want to let go?"

"Who else could it be?" Yu Liangpi was sweating profusely, trembling all over and said, "Let those who are stuck pass through quickly, and send the paint over as quickly as possible!"

When everyone around him left, Yu Liangpi supported the table with both arms, his legs and feet were a little weak.

Thinking that there have been 'several waves' of bosses supporting his opponent in the dark these days, his vision went dark, and he almost went numb from head to toe.

——God, who the hell is this I Have Four Hands? Does it really have such a big background?