Chapter 103 Ingenious Painting

"Big brother and second brother, do you want a spring roll? It's fried now." Holding up the other hand, An Qiaoya smiled extremely brightly and showed the two people half of the golden spring rolls she had nibbled in her hand - God knows where she came from?!

"Come in." An Shengqing waved to her and motioned her to walk into the hall.

"What are you doing?" An Qiaoya obediently pulled up her skirt and crossed the threshold and walked into the hall. As she walked, she continued to try to eliminate the stolen goods in her hand. I don't know where a large plate of spring rolls came from. Oh, there was also a big greasy chicken leg wrapped in oil paper.

"Dear little sister, tell my second brother, where did you get all these things?" If he remembers correctly, Joya should still stay at ** at this time, and these things, such as chicken legs, should be placed on the breakfast table in the restaurant waiting for several of them.

"Well, this..." Anjoya raised his hands and wanted to habitually grab the back of his head, but at a glance, he found that his hands were not free, so he could only laugh on the side. "Hey, anyway, it's all for people to eat. It would be a pity if he doesn't eat it now. The waste of food is to be kicked by pigs. " Well, why was it kicked by a pig instead of being struck by lightning? In fact...she doesn't know... (Some young master: Pia fly!!!)

"Yes, it's all food anyway." It's just that without waiting for their two brothers to go there, she, as a sister, took a lot of them as snacks. An Shengqing thought, I guess she should be almost full now.

Shaking his head and dotingly pinch An Qiaoya's nose, An Shengqing took out a handkerchief embroidered with light orchids from the bag on the cuffs and gave it to her, "Wipe your mouth. Look at you, you eat a greasy face, and you don't look like a girl at all."

"Thank you, second brother." An Qiaoya looked around, then went to the coffee table beside him and put down the oil paper bag, turned around to take An Shengqing's handkerchief, put it on his mouth, and wiped a few things randomly.

Then he continued to nibble a few more mouthfuls to nibble all the spring rolls into his stomach. Finally, he still licked his ten fingers with a happy face.

Well, the second brother's handkerchief smelled with the fragrance of orchids... It smelled good, but after being wiped by her with saliva and grease, the smell... is really not flattering.

"Second brother, can I return this handkerchief to you after I wash it?" Speaking politely, the action of his hand is extremely disgusting to throw it far away. Forget it, in this era without washing powder, I don't know how long it will take to wash this handkerchief, or buy one directly. On the contrary, I'm getting home. If I don't want anything, I'm not short of money.

She is now a little rich woman worth tens of millions of taels of gold that is poor with only money left - this is the conclusion made by Thunder after using Silva's perspective function to investigate all the property of the family. Anjoya still remembers the way a man drooled on the pile of yellow metal materials in the underground vault of his home. It's not that I haven't seen luminous metal, but also said that I'm the captain of a space warship. In the era when I could make spaceships with rare metals, I actually died of this kind of simple low-end metal - An's woman expressed great disdain for this.

Of course, An Shengqing also saw An Qiaoya's movements, but of course he is easy to talk about everything. "Of course."

How could he pay attention to a handkerchief? Even if that handkerchief is made of the best silk snow cloud yarn in his silk and satin village, there are only two in the capital, and the other one is in the hands of his brother Rui Wang.

"Bear by the way, brother, I heard that you are looking for me?" After filling his stomach and talking, An Qiaoya noticed that An Shengwei, who had been silent beside him and made himself as an old monk on the main throne - by the way, it was really completely ignored ~ How long has it been since he came in?

"Do you remember when I looked for you?" An Shengwei raised his head expressionlessly and his sharp eyes shot straight at his sister.

"Well..." Anchoa laughed awkwardly. He just ate too black skin, and the eldest brother likes to be a statue...

"Big brother, Qiao Ya is just..." An Shengqing wanted to plead for An Qiaoya, but unexpectedly was blocked by An Sheng's only eyes,

"As I said, don't spoil her anymore." The cold words spit out from his tight thin lips, and Anjoa suddenly felt like she was in the North Pole, and her back was chilly and cold.

Don't spoil her anymore? Why is that? Has he found her identity as a fake??? It won't be so weak, will it?

"Brother..." Flat mouth, An Qiaoya immediately blushed and called pitifully, "Brother, don't be so fierce...555555555555555..."

Usually, as long as the ancient women in ancient literature cry, with red eyes and tears, those heroes and chivalrous men will be at a loss to overturn what they said before to comfort the crying beauty - this trick is not good! Although she is not a beautiful and a hero... Of course, she is not a bear. She is a profiteer, but I believe that the effect should not be much worse.

"I didn't attack you."

As An Qiaoya expected, An Shengwei closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache. He just said that he could no longer spoil An Qiaoya. As a result, now she was abused and sad like a blow on her face, and almost reached out to comfort her in his arms like when she was a child.

That's all. It's best not to look at it or ask, so as not to make up your heart. An Shengwei sighed in his heart. Sure enough, he still didn't do anything to his only precious sister. After all, he has been holding it in the palm of his hand since he was a child. His eldest brother is like a father. Isn't his current psychology that his father can't do anything about his naughty daughter?

"555...and said no," An Qiaoya's tearful accusation, "Brother, you think that Qiaoya is ashamed of you, and you are not allowed to spoil them, and you are also so fierce to others. 55555... Why are they so pitiful? It doesn't matter if you are cheated. As soon as you get home, even the eldest brother intends not to let others not spoil them... ...555, the eldest brother is murdered...555..." He covered his face with his hands and pretended to cry loudly. In fact, An Joya's apricot eyes without a tear were secretly looking at An Shengwei's reaction through his fingers.

“......”

"Look at what you have done." Turning around and not listening, An Shengwei grabbed the wrinkled reward notice on the table and threw it into her hand.

"Huh?!" Anjoya didn't know why she picked up a large mass of black, white and white things that were thrown over. What is this from?

Do good deeds? Hearing this tone and this performance, it seems that it is not the appearance of his impersonation. Good addition, good addition! What a blessing.

"Reward notice," An Shengqing shook the paper fan in front of him, but the smile in his eyes was so strong that it was almost erupting. Hey hey, look at the eldest brother now and said that he was not allowed to spoil her in the future. He didn't believe that he could really ignore Qiao Ya.

"Reward notice?" What is it?

"No, just take a look at the gray thing in your hand." An Shengqing was afraid that An Qiaoya didn't know and kindly clicked something in her hand with a fan.

Oh, it turns out that this is the culprit who made her not sleep in. Later, a woman finally remembered what Fuer told her when she dug up from ** in the morning. Is the person who offered the reward in this reward notice really her?

He went to the chair of the acid master and sat down, stretched out a finger and pushed the handkerchief she had previously lost three steps away from her, so she freed her hand to slowly open the wrinkled reward notice.

An Shengqing also followed, stood behind her and looked at the paper. He just heard that Joya asked someone to offer a reward, but he hasn't seen the reward content yet. He is curious and curious.

"Is this picture of me?" Spreading her hands enough to block a tight reward notice on her upper body, Anjoya's eyes suddenly widened at the moment she saw the person in the painting, didn't they?!

"It should be you, little sister," An Shengqing squeezed her mouth and smiled, stretched out a fan with a little name under the portrait, "An Qiaoya, it can't be wrong."

"No wonder you can't be wrong..." An Qiaoya muttered in a low voice. She is Asian and not elegant.

"What did you say?"

"No, no, I praise this painter. He is really good at painting."

"Well," put away the folding fan and lowered his chin. An Shengqing leaned forward and stared at the picture carefully. "It's really good." If you don't look carefully and think it's a reduced version, Joya ran into the paper. Young Master: Just exaggerate! An Shengqing smiled extremely brightly and hooked his finger at a young man: Come here. A young man's eyes were red and his mouth was ticking: ... Yes, Sheng Qing.)

"Oh, that's right, second brother, look, this eyebrow and hair style are all like that." An Qiaoya excitedly nodded her eyebrows and turned her head to An Shengqing.

The painter is not an ordinary cover! Really, it is more correct than the photos taken by Canon, completely showing her Shen Yun. The eye part uses the principle of highlight, so it looks watery. Anyone, even if they don't know, as long as they see her, they will know that the person in the painting is her Anjoa. That's right, because the painting is so similar that each painting is portrayed so carefully, which is simply vivid.

I have to admire the wisdom and hands-on ability of the ancients, who can still draw people so vividly and powerfully without the support of modern technology. However, the person who can draw this kind of painting should be a person who is very familiar with her, right? Otherwise, how can she grasp her Shen Yun so accurately? But who will it be?

"It's very similar," An Shengqing nodded in agreement. "The painting is extraordinary, and the observation ability cannot be ignored."

It's really good eyesight. Even the small and almost invisible mole under Joya is drawn correctly. It seems that the painter seems to have unusual feelings for Joya, but whether this emotion is good or bad is a mystery. If he guesses correctly, it won't be long before that the man will attack Joya. He still has to say hello to his eldest brother and a few unworthy younger brothers first, so as not to accidentally evaporate his little sister in the world.

"Well, let me see how much the reward is first... The reward reward... Ah, I found it, ten... ten taels???!!!"

An Qiaoya's hand holding the paper suddenly pinched hard, and her eyes stared at the reward amount under the portrait in an instant.

It's unbelievable.

Ten taels, only ten taels! As the only pearl lady in her family, she is only worth ten taels of silver???!!! Although she knew that ten taels were a large amount in ancient times, compared with the huge property behind her, she was submerged in an instant.

No wonder those people can't find her until now. Who will pay attention to the people around her with such a small reward of silver? Even if they really see her, they will probably ignore her directly because they are too lazy to run.

It took so much time to draw himself so well, but the bounty is so small. I think that the man is really idle and has nothing to do. Anjoya thought viciously that maybe she wanted to take advantage of her reputation, and she was so inexplicably a stepping stone for others. ( A young man gave a look of contempt: Do you think you are a celebrity or a big shot? Who will lend you to the throne? Where to go? Joe:...I pinched you!)

"Cough, I think that person should... Er, I don't know your identity, Joya." An Shengqing opened the fan with a brush to block the lower half of his face, raised his eyebrows and said.

"If that's the case, it's over..."

"Where did you get into trouble this time? Explain it to yourself." Seeing his sister and brother sticking together and muttering for a long time, a completely ignored eldest brother finally opened his mouth unhappily.

"I'm wronged, big brother," An Qiaoya immediately stopped listening to hear it. What's the relationship between her and her? She is one of the best ladies in a million. She can't even have the ants trampling to death. She will play with them with a grimace when she sees a child! How can you do those acts of murder and arson, and then steal food without rubbing your mouth and leaving your face to show others carefully and then let others offer her a reward? It really doesn't matter to me. I don't know anything. She is just a pure and weak woman who knows nothing, okay?

"What about this, big brother, I believe in Joya." An Shengqing stood behind An Qiaoya and said that his position of supporting her remained unchanged for 100 years. "You and I should know that Joya has not been out since she came back, and the people in the house have also been ordered not to say anything about Joya's return. Until the matter is clearly investigated, Joya can only be regarded as a victim."

"That's right," An Qiaoya practiced the unique skill of the woodpecker desperately in front of him, nodded and nodded again. "Brother, even if you don't love Qiao Ya, you can't be so wronged. She is your sister anyway. How can you..." Pretend to be wronged, An Qiaoya quietly stretched out her hand to others. I twisted my thigh desperately where I couldn't see, "555...Brother, I'm so disappointed in you." Kao! I accidentally twisted too hard, and the pain was human. With two lines of tears, An Qiaoya thought sadly and indignantly that her thighs should be bruised, and the people who played the bitter meat trick were self-abuse.