The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

The storm in Rong Yunjing's eyes was extremely suppressed, but he still controlled his temper very well, took a deep breath, and hid his anger.After maintaining his calm face, he picked up the torn painting on the ground and walked out without saying a word.

Even the chill in the air seemed to be taken away by him.

Xi Qingyin quietly jumped down from the beam of the house, and jumped to the side of the hundred unidentified paintings at an extremely fast speed.

Bystanders can distinguish the authenticity of his paintings by observing very fine details, such as brushwork, customary pigments and color superposition, etc., but if he judges by himself, it is still not sure.

In less than a minute, the cat printed the plum-blossom pad on the edge of the picture frame, pressed down hard, and the picture immediately disappeared out of thin air.After getting another sketch in the same way, it cocked its tail and followed Rong Yunjing out.

Xi Qingyin felt a surge of excitement from the bottom of his heart when he thought that he would be able to break the seal of the land of inheritance with the painting and get the magic brush that had made him coveted for a long time.

Fortunately, his sanity didn't completely fly away with Maomao's paintbrush, at least he still remembered to take it and return it.

Although these two paintings are still safely lying in the inheritance beads, once Rong Yunjing finds out that two paintings have been lost in the attic, the consequences will be unimaginable.

——It can be seen from his attitude now.

"Everyone who can enter the attic has arrived. Seeing this torn painting, does anyone have anything to say?"

Rong Yunjing sat on the main seat with a gentle smile, and there were more than a dozen people standing in front of him, all of them were dressed in the robes of royal painters, most of them were B-level royal painters, and some of them were One of the few A-level imperial painters.

These people's grades are not too high, and the few A-level royal painters among them are only one or two stars, and their abilities are several levels lower than Xi Qingyin's.

A difference of one star between royal painters is like a gap, and there is also a huge difference in status and treatment.

For example, Randy is an A-level six-star like him, so Randy dared to bully the housekeeper after his 'death'. Anyway, at the same level, it can't be regarded as a crime.

But these people in front of me are different...

It was the first time that Xi Qingyin was trampled on top of her head like this.When he thought of the torn painting, the anger in his heart couldn't help rising.

The royal painter is a profession of saving lives and healing the wounded, and every painting is a life-saving medicine for soldiers.No matter what opinion you have on him, you shouldn't vent your anger on the painting!

"Meow meow meow meow!!!"

The kitty howled ferociously a few times before being scooped up by Rong Yunjing's long arm and brought it into his arms.In the end, he pinched the cat's lower jaw and small nose with his index finger and thumb, and gently pinched——

"..." Why can't I make a sound? ?

Sensing the resentment behind her, Xi Qingyin no longer tried to struggle, but obediently closed her mouth.

For one thing, no one took his little cat's 'vicious' scolding to heart, and these people might even think he was trying to be cute.

Secondly, this is what Xi Qingyin just discovered: Rong Yunjing seems to be even more angry than him.

The coldness in this person's eyes could almost drip out ice scum, but it was well hidden under the gentleness of the role-playing.

After a pause, Rong Yunjing said, "Now that I'm asking a question, you already dare not answer?"

"Don't dare, dare not." Everyone was full of fear.

Rong Yunjing sighed and said, "Have I ever treated you badly?"

The royal painters of Ke Qing shook their heads one after another.

Rong Yunjing said again: "Then do you have any objections to Mr. Xi?"

All the painters looked at each other, but no one dared to speak out.

Everyone present here knows that His Highness regards Master Xi as his lifeblood, almost like a reverse scale.At such a time, who dares to talk casually, isn't it a proper way to seek death.

Taking advantage of the dead silence and no one speaking, Xi Qingyin squinted her eyes to take a look at the torn painting.

At a glance, he immediately recognized that it was indeed his painting, not a fake.

To be able to accurately judge the difference between the real work and the fake, the murderer must be the imperial painter!

The cat was purring in its throat, and arched its back, wishing to give the murderer a paw immediately.

Rong Yunjing patted the cat's back, and scratched its chin soothingly.

"Meow!" No, scratching his chin couldn't quench the anger in his heart!

How can the same imperial painter destroy the paintings like this, such a person is not worthy at all... Woooooo, scratching my chin is really comfortable~

Seeing that the inexplicably blown cat was finally calmed down, Rong Yunjing slowly raised his eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Since they didn't admit it, no one reported it."

He waved his hand lightly, and a surveillance screen appeared in the air.

The expressions of the imperial painters tightened, it was the first time they knew that there was surveillance in this house.Those who have done petty theft in the past and who have slandered Xi Qingyin in words can't help but shrink their heads.

It wasn't until this moment that they realized that it wasn't that the royal defense was lax, it was simply that they didn't bother to care about it!

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the surveillance screen, and a figure suddenly appeared in the dark attic.When the figure on the monitoring screen became clear, everyone's eyes turned, and the crowd avoided one after another, revealing a B-rank female imperial painter with a high ponytail.

Seeing this person's appearance, Xi Qingyin was taken aback.

Isn't this girl his fan...

Rong Yunjing stared at the girl, and instead of getting angry immediately, he smiled softly and said, "Why did you tear up his painting?"

The girl with the high ponytail turned pale. Seeing that Rong Yunjing didn't look too angry, she suddenly got a little courage and asked loudly, "Is that his painting?"

"..." The crowd was dead silent.

It was obvious that many people wanted to flee immediately.Oh my god, this woman must have no wink to say such a thing.Although His Highness the Crown Prince has always been good-natured, and it is an indisputable fact that Xi Qingyin is looking for the gunman, but... directly pointing it out, wouldn't it be rubbing His Highness the Crown Prince's patience on the ground!

The girl with the high ponytail obviously didn't realize that she had touched someone's bottom line, and she stood still and talked endlessly:

"I'm ashamed that I liked Xi Qingyin before. If he doesn't have that ability, don't show it off. What's the point of finding a gunman? It's really embarrassing to fans!"

Faced with these words, Xi Qingyin's neck felt cold for a while, and her body also trembled non-stop.

Compared with grievances, it should be more chilling.He has never been afraid of ridicule and suppression from the enemy, but the fire behind him is a hurdle he will never be able to overcome.

Just as he was feeling the bone-chilling cold, a warm palm suddenly lifted his head and rubbed it twice indiscriminately, dispelling a bit of the chill.

Xi Qingyin looked up.

Rong Yunjing rested his forehead with one hand, and his lips curled into a mocking and pitiful smile: "The empire should really be able to implement grading according to IQ."

Everyone was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

The smile in Rong Yunjing's eyes disappeared, and he said in a cold voice: "In this way, people like you can get away with me as far as you can get the subsistence allowance."

His Royal Highness is angry!

Everyone was aware of this problem and became even more silent.

Rong Yunjing put the cat on the arm of the sofa, patted the hem and slowly got up, saying: "You are a B-level imperial painter, how dare you have the guts to slander the A-level imperial painter for being incompetent?"

Only then did the imperial painter with the high ponytail realize that he had made a big mistake, and he couldn't even beg for mercy tremblingly, so he could only kneel on the ground and tremble all over.

During the stalemate, it was Rong Yunjing who spoke first.

"Where were you when he became famous as a teenager?"

"..."

"Where were you when he went to war to serve his country?"

"..."

"Where were you when he was in trouble?"

Gao Ponytail Royal Painter stared blankly at Rong Yunjing, unable to say a word for a long time.

Rong Yunjing raised his chin slightly, showing a completely different expression from his usual gentleness. He seemed proud, but also said with disdain: "Since you have never been together, what qualifications do you have to say that you like him now? Wake up, That kind of proud son, do they lack a fan of you?"

Those words made everyone stunned for a moment, and the high ponytail imperial painter looked straight at Yun Jing's poisonous tongue, and was even more ashamed and ashamed, wishing to dig a hole on the spot and bury himself.

Soon a group of armed soldiers came and took away Gao Ponytail Royal Painter without saying a word.The crime of destroying the paintings of an A-level royal painter is equivalent to destroying antiques. One can imagine the tragic end of this person.

"Meow~"

The cat stretched itself on the handle of the sofa, swished from the sofa to Rong Yunjing's feet, and was about to arch its head to express its intimacy, but Rong Yunjing quickly and extremely disgusted pushed it away. Head, turned to look at the two torn paintings in a hurry.

"Quick, send it to the Royal Painters Association to have a look, maybe it can be repaired!"

Xi Qingyin: "..." You may not know what you pushed away with your own hands just now...

Hurriedly walking outside Jinpidao with the rotten painting, Rong Yunjing suddenly turned around and smiled softly at the dozen or so imperial painters:

"I almost forgot to say, as to whether he is capable or not, you will understand in a few days after reading the appraisal results from the Royal Painters Association."

The smiling pupils were like the wind in March in Yangchun, blowing all the royal painters into a trance for a while, and it took a long time to come back to their senses, and then they all disappeared.

Naturally, the authenticity of His Royal Highness' words cannot be underestimated, and many people immediately found Randy's Weibo.

On the one hand, they believed in the experts' opinions intellectually, and on the other hand, they were biased against His Highness the Crown Prince emotionally. They only felt that everything about Xi Qingyin was really in the dark, making people confused.

"Ah! The Royal Painters Association has updated its Weibo!"

I don't know who yelled such a sentence first, everyone's spirits were shocked, and they opened the star network to search for that Weibo.

After becoming a prototype, Xi Qingyin's star network disappeared.However, rather than relying on the identification of the Royal Painters Association to rehabilitate, what he cares more about in his heart is the Chinese painting itself.

As soon as he jumped to a high place, taking advantage of the angle, Xi Qingyin stretched his head to look at the star network screens of the imperial painters. At the same time, he was always worried about a question in his heart:

——Those royal painters who are higher than him, can they feel the charm of traditional Chinese painting?

The author has something to say: Queque: I love you!

Maomao: Liar, you pushed me away before!

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