The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

Tao Xiaoxiao was the first to raise doubts. He suddenly stood up from his seat, before Tao Xingchang doubted, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man touched the scar on his face and said with a strange smile, "Don't you guys know who I am?"

With just one sentence, everyone guessed his identity.

The butler tremblingly pointed in the direction of the middle-aged man, almost yelling: "That is the seal of the young master, you, how dare you..."

"I don't dare." The middle-aged man raised the seal that had been broken into two sections, looked around the entire Shell Hall and said, "His paintings are all done by me. I broke this stolen honor." , Isn’t it a matter of course that it’s broken?”

Before that, everyone was just guessing.But as soon as the man said this, many people immediately showed stunned expressions.

But everyone is not a fool, someone immediately asked: "How do you prove it?"

The man immediately took off the paintbrush badge on his chest, and turned his head to look at Shui Rui who was standing beside him.

Shui Rui shuddered all over: "...?"

The man reminded impatiently, "Draw."

Shui Rui frowned and thought hard for a while, and after about two or three seconds, she panicked and said, "Did you come to deliver the painting that day?"

Received the other party's eye signal, Shui Rui had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain to everyone in the hall: "I don't know if you still remember that there was a painting that was sold just now, and there was a mental wave on it. No, no, no, it's not that I have four The "Duan" in one hand is another oil painting. At that time, someone asked who made this painting, and I think I can tell you now——the person who wrote it is the adult next to me."

As soon as the words fell, the scarred man took a small step forward: "Not only was I the one who wrote the painting, in fact, all the paintings you have seen in the past signed by him were all drawn by me!"

There was an uproar.

Countless people couldn't help but started whispering.

"What's the situation now?"

"That's why Xi Qingyin's art is really fake. This man is the person in the transaction video at that time...but I don't think it looks like it."

"He's disfigured, you can see the fart."

"When Xi Qingyin died, I still felt uncomfortable for a long time. Bah, Bai felt uncomfortable. A person with bad character like him should have died a long time ago!"

Amidst the slander, Xi Qingyin sat in her original position expressionless, without even moving her eyelids.

Of course, there are still many sober-minded people present.

Tao Xiaoxiao disregarded the blockage of Tao's elders, and directly stood up and asked: "If anyone randomly takes an unpublished painting by Xi Qingyin and opens their eyes and says that it was painted by themselves, wouldn't everyone in the world be Xi Qingyin's painting?" Gunner?"

The man with the scar didn't panic when he heard the question, he seemed to have come prepared, just waiting for this sentence.

"How do you think the scar on my face came from?"

Tao Xiaoxiao curled his lips: "I don't care how your scar came about..."

Halfway through speaking, he shut his mouth abruptly when he saw the silver chain tag that the man with the scar took out from his pocket.

At the same time, everyone who saw the token sat up subconsciously, their faces full of thought.

Xi Qingyin sat up straight unconsciously.

He also has a copy of that token. To be precise, everyone who participated in the war that year has a copy.The number on the token represents the personnel number, which is equivalent to the 'identity card' on the battlefield.

He thought that this person might be pretending to be a gunman, but he didn't expect that this person was actually involved in the war that year.

The man with the scar raised the token to the highest point, and said: "I fought with Xi Qingyin back then, and we belonged to the same formation. You can go to Xingwang.com to look up the number of my military order and his, and see what I said. Is everything true."

As soon as the voice fell, someone had already checked it out.

"You are indeed a cohort, but his number is a post-war hero, while you are a deserter!"

The man with the scar didn't change his face and continued: "The royal painter on the battlefield is no better than the natural physique of a soldier. There are always times when we are defeated in our profession. I admit that I once faced a strong enemy, chose to flee, and committed a heinous crime. But Do you know what Xi Qingyin, a genius of the empire and praised by all people, did?!"

Off the court, Xi Qingyin, who was cueed for no reason, blinked.

To be honest, he himself doesn't remember what he did to make the person in front of him so indignant.

The man with the scar said: "The proud son of heaven in your eyes, he used my fact that I was a deserter to threaten to take credit. After that, all my achievements and achievements were renamed and recorded in his name!"

Xi Qingyin: "..."

No wonder I have no impression at all, it turned out to be all nonsense.

Although he was clear in his heart, the people present were not necessarily so.

Someone had already quietly opened the star network to broadcast this soul-stirring auction live to the people of the entire empire.

Many people have long been paying attention to this black market auction that the whole people is concerned about. At this time, when they saw someone live broadcasting, they naturally rushed to the front row very quickly, eating melons faster than anything else.

As soon as the live broadcast was broadcast, the whole network shook.

Everyone suddenly realized.

It turns out that this is the big move that the black market auction meeting is brewing!

"This is a real hammer."

Someone on Xi Qingyin's right said so.

The man's voice was not too low, and when he said a word, many people couldn't help but look at him.

Someone was confused: "What real hammer?"

The man was determined immediately, and analyzed clearly: "If this person is telling lies, then as long as Xi Qingyin doesn't have any problems in his mind, it's fine for him to jump out and draw a self-proof. Why did he Don’t paint? It’s not because I’m not capable enough, and if I take credit for others’ work, I’ll get retribution sooner or later!”

While talking, he kept asking the people around him: "Can you tell why he didn't paint himself to prove himself? Can you? How about you? See, none of you can explain clearly, and there is no way to refute this matter. See There is only one truth, and he is a fake."

As soon as the words fell, the man suddenly felt cold.

Looking to the left, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince shed his gentle shell and looked at him expressionlessly.

The man's lips twitched, but he was still afraid of His Royal Highness's reputation, so he shrank his head and didn't make another sound.

It's just that I still firmly believe in my heart that what I said must be the truth, and there must be nothing wrong.

On the other side, it was the housekeeper who couldn't stand it first.

He stood up on the seat, pointed at the man with the scar and cursed: "You are a bastard, full of lies! My little master doesn't know you at all. Where did the coercion come from? It's just nonsense!"

The housekeeper has always been well-bred, but at this moment, it was like a gasoline barrel was suddenly ignited, and he almost rolled up his sleeves to fight with the scarred man.

The scarred man said, "Did you go to war with him?"

The butler said, "I haven't, but..."

The scarred man said: "If not, how would you know that what I said is 'a bunch of nonsense, nonsense'?"

The steward said: "I believe in the character of the little master!"

The scarred man followed suit and said sarcastically: "What's the use of you trusting him, you'd better take care of your own reputation first, people don't believe in your character."

The housekeeper blushed and couldn't refute a word.

When it comes to character, his words really lack credibility.

The little master had just passed away, so he couldn't wait to sell all the paintings in the whole house.In the eyes of outsiders, this is indeed a bit of a way of leaving the tea.

Seeing that everyone looked at him with a hint of mockery, the butler glanced at the iron cage in the backstage without any trace, and finally could only swallow his grievances in his stomach.

Seeing him resting the fire, Yu Tingyu, who had been sitting on the seat watching nervously, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

——Things are finally safe!

Everyone looked at each other.

"I feel like what he said is true."

"Xi Qingyin himself is dead, who can tell the truth about this matter."

"He didn't have anything to say even if he didn't die. The royal painter himself stood up. Even if he is the No. 1 Chinese painting, his oil paintings and sketches can't compare with others. These are other people's things, and now they are returned to their original owners. Just right."

Seeing that the public opinion was falling in his direction, the scarred man showed a little excitement and complacency on his face.

He looked around and said, "Does anyone have any objections?"

The whole audience looked at each other in blank dismay, silent.

The corner of the scarred man's lips curled up slightly: "Since no one has any objections..."

In the middle of speaking, a deep voice suddenly interrupted him.

"I have."

The man with the scar was taken aback, and followed the voice.

Everyone present also followed his gaze and looked into the corner of the Shell Hall.

The standing crowd moved away one after another, revealing the young man hidden behind them.

The latter was sitting on the shell cushion in a very relaxed posture. Seeing everyone looking at him, he patted his robe calmly and got up very calmly.

He reiterated what he just said:

"I have an objection."

After finishing speaking, Xi Qingyin walked straight to the side of the auction stage regardless of the crowd with different expressions.

There are still items that were sold before, and the oil paintings of Scar Man are impressively listed.

Lifting her fingertips, Xi Qingyin was about to touch the canvas.The man with the scar suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

Xi Qingyin raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

This reaction is really weird, and it won't lose a piece of meat if you touch it. As for the reaction, is it so big?

Some people were quick-witted, and looked at the man with the scar immediately with a hint of doubt.

The latter held back for a long time, and finally said: "You can only look at it, you can't touch it."

Xi Qingyin said, "Why?"

The scarred man reacted for a while, and said, "This is my painting, it's my thing, of course I have the final say!"

There is nothing wrong with saying this. Many imperial painters have become famous, and all kinds of eccentricities follow.There are even imperial painters who ask the buyer to destroy the paintings immediately after using them. It seems that "you can only see but not touch" is not very weird.

Xi Qingyin frowned slightly, hanging her hands and not knowing what to do.Suddenly, a hand with distinct bones stretched out from his side, tightly grasped his, and pressed hard on the canvas.

With a 'click' sound, the easels moved back a few minutes.

The two hands are inseparably overlapped, which is particularly eye-catching against the gorgeous background of the oil painting.

Rong Yunjing didn't know when he came to Xi Qingyin's side, and was looking at him with a smile on his lips: "If I remember correctly, I just bought this painting. Now it is mine."

Xi Qingyin was stunned, and the expression under the mask was slightly moved.

"……you you!"

The man with the scar was startled, his eyes were fixed on the hand touching the canvas, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Since it belongs to me." Rong Yunjing turned his head to look at him again, with a cool smile in his smile: "I say I can touch it, so I can touch it."

"..."

There was a dead silence in the hall, and everyone seemed to be gagged by something suddenly, and they were all hoarse.

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