This is an ancient horizontal painting with a simple and elegant style. In the upper right corner is a green pine, and under the green pine is a bluegrass placed on a strange stone.
In the middle of the painting are several Zhicao plants, occupying a large space.
In the upper left corner are the words "Zhixian Birthday Celebration Picture", including the year and month of the painting and the name of the artist.
Next are four seals.
Song Jingxuan smiled and asked, "What do you think of this painting, Mrs. Shi?"
Ye Nanyue nodded, "The painting style is fresh and elegant, with delicate brushwork and outstanding details. Pine, orchid, zhi, and stone are included in the painting, which is very good."
Mr. Song also laughed loudly, "I didn't expect Nanyue to know how to draw?"
Before Ye Nanyue could say a few modest words, Song Jingxuan spoke first, "Mrs. Shi studied ancient painting for a period of time before studying design, and she is very knowledgeable about it."
Ye Nanyue: "..."
Dog man!
Shi Wenye clearly noticed Ye Nanyue's emotional changes and looked unhappy, "My wife is pregnant, so she shouldn't work too hard. If she finishes appreciating the paintings, I will take her to rest."
The tone was not kind.
For a time, the lively scene turned a few degrees colder.
This is obviously not giving the Song family face.
Ye Nanyue tugged on Shi Wenye's sleeve and winked at him.
Shi Wenye gave her a comforting look in his eyes.
Mr. Song was used to seeing big scenes, so his expression did not change and he laughed loudly, "Go and have a rest! I see how nervous you are."
Shi Wenye was obviously a new dignitary in the imperial capital, but Mr. Song behaved like his own nephew, which shows his character and magnanimity.
Shi Wenye was about to help Ye Nanyue go back when she heard Song Jingxuan speak again, "Mrs. Shi, do you think this painting is real?"
Ye Nanyue: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Shi Wenye's dark eyes darkened and he glanced over.
Song Jingxuan still had a smile on his face, "I don't know much about ancient paintings and I'm afraid of buying fakes. Mrs. Shi will help me take a look."
"Jingxuan!" Mr. Song gave him a warning look.
Song Jingxuan only stared at Ye Nanyue.
Everyone present noticed something strange, and their eyes flickered between the two people.
The eyes are meaningful.
Shi Wenye's eyes darkened slightly, and just when he was about to speak, Ye Nanyue held her arm down. She raised her lips and smiled at him, calm and composed.
She was telling him that she could handle it.
When I heard that my ambition dropped, my eyebrows relaxed.
Song Jingxuan looked at the interaction between the two and showed a sneer.
Ye Nanyue walked closer to the painting and looked at it, "I wonder where Mr. Song got this painting?"
"I bought it from an antique dealer. Does Mrs. Shi think this painting is real or fake?"
Of course it's fake.
There must have been people present who could tell it was fake.
But this painting was taken out by Song Jingxuan, and even if it was fake, no one dared to say.
And Song Jingxuan did this just to suppress her.
If she wanted to say it was a real painting, Song Jingxuan would jokingly say that he found someone to copy it, and then take out the real painting.
If she said the paintings were fake, she would slap Song Jingxuan in the face in public, and also slap the faces of the powerful and famous people who said the paintings were genuine.
What a good plan.
"Mr. Song really loves to joke. Didn't someone give this painting to you on your twenty-fifth birthday?" Ye Nanyue looked at Song Jingxuan with a smile on her face.
"President Song said at the beginning that this painting was a fake at first glance." She pointed at the grass on the painting, "Didn't President Song teach me before?"
"In ancient times, Zhizhi was regarded as a fairy grass, so it was said that Zhixianfu can make people stay young and bring people back to life. Zhixian is often painted in vermilion color."
"But the color used for the zhicao in this painting is emerald."
"Of course it's fake."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Song Jingxuan with a smile, "I know Song always wants to test me and see if I still remember what happened back then."
"But Mr. Song is too courageous! How dare you bring out fake paintings at the old man's birthday party."
"That's how grand the old man is. If he were my grandpa, he would definitely give me a lesson."
She said it coquettishly, as if she were teasing someone she knew well.
A few words can tell the authenticity of the painting.
It also saved enough face for Mr. Song and Song Jingxuan.
Even those present who said the painting was genuine did not feel embarrassed for a moment.
Ye Nanyue's meaning is obvious.
The painting is fake.
Song Jingxuan knew.
He took it out on purpose.
Song Jingxuan: "..."
Mr. Song didn't look at him, but looked at Ye Nanyue, "He looks stable, but in fact he is like a child. Everyone is laughing."
"Young Master Song, this is a wedding dress in colorful clothes."
"This painting is so much like a copy. To be honest, I can't tell the difference between the real one and the fake one."
"I can't tell the difference either."
Song Jingxuan also laughed, "Grandpa, don't be angry, I will take out the real painting right now."
He asked someone to bring a brocade box over and opened the ancient paintings.
The whole room was in an uproar.
There is really not much difference between the real painting and the fake painting, whether it is the brushstrokes or the painting style, they are exactly the same.
The only difference is the same as Ye Nanyue said, except for the color of Zhicao.
The old man was also shocked, clapped his hands and shouted, "This person who copied the paintings is really a genius. I have collected these two paintings."
Song Jingxuan's face instantly turned ugly.
Seeing his expression, Ye Nanyue sneered.
She took Shi Wenye's arm and walked outside.
Shi Wenye endured it and asked, "What is your relationship with Song Jingxuan?"
Know the past and understand each other.
No matter how you look at it, the relationship is not normal.
Ye Nanyue said in a disgusted tone, "It doesn't matter."
Shi Wenye: "..."
The tone doesn't sound like it's okay.
They walked towards the secluded small balcony, where there was a sofa.
The night scene is blurry and blurry, but this place is isolated from the noise.
As soon as the two people walked over, they heard a lingering call, "Aye!"
Ye Nanyue looked sideways.
I saw a girl in a long white dress standing gracefully, with a ring of pearls on her head and pearls of the same color all over her body. She looked pure and charming.
Yes, Jiang Tangli.
When Jiang Tangli saw Shi Wenye, her eyes turned red.
She held up her skirt and walked towards Shi Wenye, her tone anxious and happy, "Aye, you're here."
Turning his eyes, he saw Ye Nanyue and shrank in fear, "Hello, Miss Ye."
Ye Nanyue held Shi Wenye's hand and sat down, only glanced at her and did not answer her.
Jiang Tangli: "..."
Although the small balcony was quiet, it was windy. Shi Wenye asked someone to bring a blanket to cover her legs, and then took off his suit jacket and put it on her shoulders, his movements gentle and considerate.
"I'll be back soon."
"..."
Shi Wenye touched her face with his hand, but Ye Nanyue turned her head to avoid it. He held it forcefully and kissed her directly on the lips under Jiang Tangli's sight.
Jiang Tangli's eyes suddenly widened, her hands clenched into fists, and her heart surged with anger and jealousy.
Slender fingers rubbed Ye Nanyue's lips a few times, "I'll be back soon."
His gaze was as thick as ink, as if he wanted to draw people in and indulge in it.
Ye Nanyue knew that she shouldn't, and Shi Wenye would always keep this ambiguous action.