Rebirth of the Tyrant’s Pet: Regent Prince is too Fierce

At this time, Gong Yimo suddenly saw a very finely made emerald hairpin! The texture and winding are very exquisite, the color is gorgeous, and the blue is so bright!

Seeing that Gong Yimo liked it, Jin Yun was about to buy it with a big wave of his hand. At this time, Xu Wen also caught sight of this hairpin. It would be her grandma's birthday soon. This kind of beautiful antique would please her the most!

So she snatched the hairpin without saying a word.

Gong Yimo took a moment, saw that the other party was Xu Wen, pursed her lips, and said nothing, Xu Wen glanced at Gong Yimo with some complacency, it seemed that this Jin family's oil bottle understood very well, In Yun's heart, she can't compare to herself!

In fact, Xu Wen had been on the side for a long time, seeing Jin Yun being so kind and gentle to Gong Yimo, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, that's why this scene happened.

"This hairpin is nice, how much is it? I bought it!"

The hairpin seller happened to be Gong Yimo's classmate, that is, Yuan Hao, the squad leader. Originally, he saw that Gong Yimo liked it and wanted to give it to her, but he was a little embarrassed when he was cut off halfway.

Jin Yun is not happy anymore, why is it this woman again?

"We saw it first."

Xu Wen raised her eyebrows, "Why, did you pay?"

Gong Yimo shook her head, "It's okay, brother, let's take a look."

Hearing this, Jin Yun squinted at Xu Wen before leaving with Gong Yimo.

Gong Yimo backed down so quickly, which made Xu Wen feel very boring. When she turned her body, she pretended to stretch out her foot inadvertently, but Gong Yimo stumbled and jumped forward! Jin Yun caught her in time, but bumped into a calligraphy and painting booth on one side, and the ink spilled out onto a calligraphy and painting in the exhibition, and the other party yelled, "My calligraphy!"

He was stunned, "This is the authentic work of Master Liu of the Ming Dynasty!"

Jin Yun supported Gong Yimo to stand upright, then glanced at the other party's calligraphy and painting, and said, "I'll pay for how much."

But I didn't expect the other party to be stubborn!

"This is my grandpa's favorite picture! Did you pay for it if you said it!" He said with a sad face again, "It's over, it's over, if grandpa knows that I took his treasure out and destroyed it, he will definitely Kill me!"

Seeing that the other party was pitiful, Gong Yimo tugged on Jin Yun's sleeve, "Brother, can you pay him the same amount? Otherwise, he will be beaten."

The fifteen-year-old boy yelled, "Where is the same! This is an orphan! It's dead!"

Seeing Gong Yimo frowning, Jin Yun patted her head, "It's nothing, it's up to brother."

As he said that, he took a step forward and looked at the so-called orphans. They are all children, and they rarely protect them when they bring out good things. It's like calligraphy and paintings, which were placed directly on the table. Jin Yun stretched out his hand to touch it, and frowned. At this moment, the fiery boy said angrily.

"You are not allowed to move! Don't you think you have hurt me enough?!"

Jin Yun withdrew his hand and glanced at him, "This is fake."

"Fart!" The boy swears, his thick eyebrows raised! "Don't think that you can talk nonsense because you are the young master of the Jin family. I, Zhao Ji, are not afraid of you!"

At this time, the people around also gathered around, including the teacher and the appraisal master.

As soon as he saw that the eldest young master was here, the teacher immediately responded with 120,000 points of energy!

"What's wrong?"

Seeing someone coming, Zhao Ji said hastily, "Teacher, please judge! My calligraphy and paintings were said to be treasures by the appraiser invited by the family, but he destroyed them and said they were fake!"

Gong Yimo quickly said, "We are willing to lose money."

"Hey, who wants money! I want you to come up with exactly the same thing!"

At this time, the master appraiser saw that a good pair of characters was ruined in such a violent way, looked at it distressedly, and said, "This is a real product."

"Hmph!" Zhao Ji heard this, looking at Jin Yun with his nostrils upturned.

Jin Yun shook his head. In Yuan's memory, he had seen the authentic work of Master Liu, and Jin Yun himself had the most basic skills in writing with a brush. He could naturally see the difference between the two.

He said softly, "This calligraphy is an imitation. I don't know the age, but it is definitely not the manuscript of the master of the Ming Dynasty. It is very likely an ancient imitation, but it is still an antique."

"Why do you say that? Where's the evidence?!"

Zhao Ji is aggressive.

Relying on his memory, Jin Yun stretched out his fingers in several places, "I have seen the original one, and that master has a very small detail, that is, when he writes later, his strokes are always thinner than before. Moreover, the highlight of his handwriting lies in its free and easy style, while your handwriting has the shape, but the meaning is far from it."

They don't really understand what Jin Yun said, and they are all modern people. How many can really understand the artistic conception?

"Why do you say that? What's unexpected, it seems that you are very researched."

Jin Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, "Aside from other things, calligraphy and painting are at your fingertips."

Zhao Ji was pissed off by Jin Yun's brazen words. Young Master Jin is such an asshole. Just because of his good grades, his family keeps saying he is good. Today he has to embarrass the other party!

He pushed the inkstone in front of the table, "Who doesn't know how to talk big? You have the guts to be serious!"

Gong Yimo glanced at Jin Yun worriedly, because the young master does not know calligraphy.

Jin Yun suddenly smiled at her, "Mo'er, watch it."

As he said that, he actually picked up the writing brush, and his gestures seemed to be held a thousand times.

The surrounding students all gathered around, and it was the first time they had seen the young master write with a brush! It's really strange.

The teacher and the appraiser also glanced at each other. The appraiser is very good at calligraphy and painting. Looking at the other party's hands, they really have practiced.

Jin Yun closed his eyes, and then moved!

At that moment, he seemed to be a different person, with his eyes focused and his pen wandering around!

He wrote very fast, it was an amazingly proficient speed, and there were exclamations from around, because the other party not only wrote fast, but also wrote very well!

Soon, the appraisal master discovered that what the other party wrote was nothing but the content of the destroyed calligraphy and painting, and the strange thing was that his handwriting was exactly the same as the original!

Is he copying everyone's handwriting on the spot?

Jin Yun's heart was empty, feeling quite relaxed.

He used to be very poor in talent and learning, and was quite inferior, but later, in order to be a good emperor, he studied hard and practiced hard, and finally he was proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Or, he did this just because he didn't have so much time...to think about someone.

Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped writing and glanced at Gong Yimo.

Only Gong Yimo could understand the tenderness and tenderness in that look, her heart was beating happily, and she always felt that something was different.

It wasn't until he finished writing the last stroke that everyone gasped in amazement. For no other reason, his writing was exactly the same as the destroyed calligraphy and painting!

Let’s say the same thing, but there are also subtle differences. Those laymen who don’t know calligraphy and painting just feel that Jin Yun’s calligraphy seems to come alive! Extraordinarily elegant!

In contrast, they felt that the carefully framed words were far inferior to Jin Yun's words, they were exactly the same. Could it be that this is the so-called artistic conception?

Xu Wen was also stunned by this scene. Just now, Jin Yun's writing looks like a nobleman in a scroll, indifferent and calm, with that nobility coming from the bottom of his bones, with years of experience, which makes people inseparable Eye.