Crossing the bar on the tyrant: the only favorite

Chapter 124 Meeting a Great Talent 3
The crowd began to riot, and it turned out that two people who had just bought calligraphy and paintings were sweating profusely out of the crowd.Both of them had smiles on their faces from ear to ear.

The rest looked at them both enviously.

The direction they came out happened to be where Qiu Yishui and Yun Xuan were standing.

The two of them wanted to give in, but they couldn't avoid it and were drawn into the crowd.

There were people all around, and the two of them barely touched the ground, moving with the crowd.Fortunately, the hands of the two were tightly held together so that they were not separated.

Qiu Yishui was very emotional, what is the difference between this and the star chasing people of her era.

It turns out that people in this time and space also have their own idols, but they are just idols of calligraphy and painting, which are much more elegant than worshiping singers and stars.

Just when they were squeezed to the point where they could no longer hold on, the crowd finally quieted down.

Qiu Yishui's feet were firmly on the ground, and only then was he in the mood to look at the scene around him.

She was standing in front of a table, and Yunxuan was standing beside her.

And inside the table, there is a white-clothed scholar standing gracefully.He holds a folding fan in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.

Is this the highly praised Murong talent?

Unexpectedly, the two of them were squeezed into the innermost layer by the crowd, and they were directly in front of the desk where the talented Murong was painting, which was the best place to watch him write and paint.

Everyone started shouting in a hurry.

"Master Murong, sell it to me, I'll be here waiting for you every day."

"Master Murong, sell it to me, I will offer the highest price."

"Hey, that one just now, I can tell from hearing that you don't understand Mr. Murong's rules. Mr. Murong's calligraphy and paintings are all at the same price. Mr. Murong, sell them to me. I think your calligraphy and paintings are going crazy."

It turned out that this talented Murong only sells calligraphy and paintings to people he likes. It is really not easy to do business like this.

But he saw Mr. Morong shaking his folding fan, took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and looked at the people around him calmly.

Although she was dressed in commoner clothes, her proud and elegant temperament was fully revealed.

(End of this chapter)