Rise: Start by renting the goddess president as a partner

Li Ruobing saw that her father and Cao Feng were both looking up at a painting on the wall.

Is...there is no war yet?

Or, is this battle over?

Li Ruobing asked in surprise, "Dad, Cao Feng, what are you doing?"

The two people looking at the painting turned around at the same time.

Li Ruobing came over with a plate of cut fruit.

"We didn't do anything, come on, Xiao Cao, let's eat some fruit." Li Huiju saw his daughter brought the fruit, and sat down on the sofa.

Seeing Cao Feng's uncomfortable expression, Li Huiju's eyes flashed a glint of complacency.

The corners of Li Ruobing's eyes twitched violently.

not good!

Her father's expression was clearly not quite right.

Could it be that Cao Feng did not act well?

Be ripped apart?

Li Ruobing secretly looked at Cao Feng while putting the fruit.

Cao Feng suddenly realized, and quickly shook his head.

Cao Feng glanced at Li Ruobing, then stretched out a finger, pointing to the painting on the wall.

Immediately afterwards, Cao Feng began to wink at Li Ruobing.

The meaning is clear.

Your father is a difficult man.

Pretending to be a partner with you is like Tang Seng going to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures. This is a very difficult thing.

Who can stand this scheming Taishan?

What if it is broken?

do not blame me.

Li Ruobing didn't understand Cao Feng's eyes, but she understood Cao Feng's gestures.

Could it be that Dad wants to test Cao Feng's ability to appreciate paintings?

Seeing the embarrassment on Cao Feng's face, her heart moved.

"What did you see just now?"

"Cao Feng, let me introduce to you. This painting is "The Picture of Eight Steeds" that my dad has collected for many years. The painting..." Before Li Ruobing finished speaking, Li Huiju coughed.

"Ruobing, this matter has nothing to do with you. I'm chatting with Xiao Cao. You can help me in the kitchen." Li Huiju looked impatient.

The two are flirting and cursing like this, is this treating their father-in-law as air?

Li Huiju is very clear about his daughter's thoughts.

He sneered secretly.

Have you figured it out?

impossible!

Even if they are really together.

He still needs to study this matter carefully.

If he can't make it through.

You want to be my uncle, Li Huiju?

Eat farts.

This little girl actually speaks for others.

How about that in the future?

"Dad, I also want to hear what you have to say?"

Seeing Li Ruobing sitting down on the sofa and not planning to leave, Li Huiju cast a disdainful glance at his daughter.

"What are you listening to? Why don't you hurry up and help?"

Drive away the reluctant Li Ruobing.

The seriousness on Li Huiju's face disappeared again.

He turned around and showed a kind smile: "Xiao Cao, come quickly, let's eat fruit first, and then talk about painting."

Li Huiju thought to himself, this time he must suffer a little.

Ha ha!

young people!

You are too young!

Only then did Li Ruobing reluctantly leave.

in the hall.

Li Huiju gave an order, and the nanny and the driver hurriedly took out the scroll, and they put it on a flat marble table.

"Xiao Cao, I'll help you take off this painting, you have to take a closer look." Li Huiju picked up a magnifying glass and handed it to Cao Feng.

A sly look.

That's it?

How could Cao Feng let him succeed?

It doesn't matter!

Bite the bullet!

He paced back and forth quietly around the table.

He read "The Picture of Eight Steeds" carefully, and immediately became interested.

He did not know the grade of the painting.

But Cao Feng has seen his uncle's fake!

It's pretty much the same little tricks he used to play as a kid.

See if there is any difference?

This round, he won.

He looked at the paintings on the table carefully.

He recalled.

Cao Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding a magnifying glass, he carefully looked at the painting of "Eight Steeds", sometimes touching his chin, sometimes frowning in thought.

Sometimes he shook his head, sometimes sighed, and sometimes admired.

Li Huiju was a little surprised by his expression.

Li Huiju's heart skipped a beat.

Is he fooling around again?

This kid, really knows how to draw?

Those famous connoisseurs must be at least 60 years old.

How could this kid know so much at such a young age?

But in Cao Feng's mind, he was thinking...

Huh?

This horseshoe is darker in color...

This hoof is darker in color.

Ok?

Moreover, the strokes are very smooth...

What about the poem?

Seems to write more than his uncle's painting.

"hiss!"

Sure enough...

He can't have too much hope for his uncle.

Cao Feng shook his head and sighed.

Compared with this "Picture of Eight Steeds", my uncle's painting is simply nothing.

That painting of his uncle is so fake.

Li Huiju was played around by Cao Feng. Although he was puzzled in his heart, he didn't show it on the surface.

He looked at Cao Feng with a smile on his face.

"Master Xu also has the Six Horses Map, which is the most famous."

"The horses he painted are priceless."

"Many painters want to follow suit, but they can paint the seven-point charm of Master Xu's horse painting, which is already very remarkable."

"There were also rumors before that "The Picture of Eight Steeds" was a fake on the market, and the real work has long since disappeared, and Master Xu's descendants don't know where it is."

Having said that, Li Huiju paused and looked at Cao Feng.

"Xiao Cao, have you noticed Ni Duan?"

Cao Feng nodded: "I see something."

"Oh?" Li Huiju pricked up his ears, "Let's hear it?"

"This picture uses a natural brush and ink, and the horses painted are lifelike, with both form and spirit."

"This painting is so lifelike, it's like a horse galloping in front of my eyes."

Cao Feng said seriously.

I can't wait to use all the words I know.

Li Huiju let him look at this painting just to let him praise it.

It's like a child showing off his treasure.

When you catch someone, you have to pull them out for a walk.

Not only to praise, but also to boast.

It's impossible for him to verify the authenticity, right?

How could Li Huiju's painting be fake?

Just blow it to the max.

When he coaxes his future father-in-law well, this level will pass.

Li Huiju groaned secretly while listening to Cao Feng's flattery.

He seemed a little overwhelmed.

When he saw this kid, he thought...

Hey, if I knew it, I wouldn't have any hope.

Cao Feng was chatting in full swing, without realizing it.

See each other silent.

I thought this guy was very happy to be photographed by his own flattery.

It's a pleasure to be praised.

Cao Feng is still working hard: "Anyway, uncle's paintings are real, at least more real than my uncle's "Eight Horses Picture"."

Huh?

Li Huiju was startled for a moment.

With a move in his heart, he heard some clues from Cao Feng's words.

I rely on!

Why is it uncle again?

Who is this kid's uncle?

Forget about ten years of Dahongpao, Master Xu's "Eight Horses" is also there.

Li Huiju's eyes lit up, and he pretended to ask casually: "Xiao Cao, you said just now that your uncle also has a copy of "Eight Horses" at home?"