Hua Wuxin weighed the folding fan in her hand and said lazily: "I guess I bought this fan from the market for a penny. It doesn't even have an inscription or anything. It's all over the street. It's too casual to use this as a token."

Murong Qianqian turned around and asked with a dark face: "Then what do you want? This is the only thing in my body."

"Come here~" Hua Wuxin picked up a writing brush from the desk, polished it and beckoned: "Inscribe a sentence, at least the handwriting can prove it."

Hearing such a request, Murong Qianqian slapped her scalp and said with a smile: "The inscription is boring, I'd better draw a picture for you."

Taking the ink-stained brush, Murong Qianqian observed it carefully from left to right, top to bottom, and then said insightfully: "This painting,

Good brushstrokes alone are not enough; one must also pay attention to the issue of setting. The blank spaces must be sparse and dense, symmetrical to each other, and the picture is full. This is a masterpiece."

Hua Wuxin nodded in agreement, thinking that the person in front of her was still a master.

After Murong Qianqian finished speaking eloquently, she pondered for a moment, and then she moved her brush freely and with great vigor and force, but this painting...

"Okay!" Murong Qianqian put away her pen, looking very successful.

Hua Wuxin's eyes were straightened, and her brows twitched again and again, "This messy black ball, uh~ no, it's two balls, what is it painted on?"

Murong Qianqian's eyes widened, and she put down her brush and explained seriously, "This is the scene where I just borrowed money from you."

"How to say it?"

"It's really stupid. Look, the thicker lines are you, and the thinner lines are me. There is a piece of ingot-like thing drawn between them, which is money. This is a portrait of me borrowing money from you."

"..."

In the lobby of the Fireworks Pavilion, there was singing and dancing.

At the door, a man in a black python robe walked in quickly with a cold face. His facial features were exquisite, his features were clear, and his noble temperament made him look like a rich and handsome man.

My mother stepped forward to greet him with shining eyes, but several men in black behind the man, like Rakshasa, stepped forward to block her and easily blocked her.

The noise in the lobby was like thunder, everyone looked at the tall man with reverence, and whispers could be heard in low voices.

"That young man is so handsome, so cool."

"This is the first time I have seen such a top-notch person."

"It's such a big pomp, I wonder who this young man is?"

Although everyone was curious, no one dared to approach rashly. They could only watch helplessly as the man passed by and walked up the stairs steadily.

…

Hua Wuxin wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said with regret, "You'd better give me a blank folding fan."

Murong Qianqian suddenly had the urge to slap people, and cursed: "Have you ever seen the urine returned to the bladder, and the stool returned to the intestines?"

Hua Wuxin was shocked and said speechlessly: "Girl, can you be more vulgar?"

"Okay!" Murong Qianqian crossed her waist, but immediately realized something was wrong, "Did you just call me... girl?"

With one hand on the table, Hua Wuxin brought her face closer, a slanted smile appeared on her enchantress-like face, "Hua is not talented, but she can still distinguish between men and women."
Chapter completed!