Chapter 71

Song Yanning went to Yang Lisheng's side, "grandfather, you take it." As her royal highness in the demon world, it's not much to let her work in a quadrangle.

"But it's too expensive." If it were a normal gift, he would certainly accept it.

"Don't worry about it, grandfather. We'll pay them back when we have a chance. Grandma, let's go inside and have a look. " Song Yanning takes Li Meixiang by the hand and walks inside.

Yang Lisheng thinks song Yanning is right, "you wait for me here, I'll go to the hotel to get my luggage." He is very happy now that he can finally live back to his home.

Yang Xin'er went home with an unhappy face. She threw the bag heavily on the sofa and told the servant, "go and pour me a cup of tea."

"Yes, young lady!" The servant answered respectfully and went to the kitchen. She could see that the young lady was in a bad mood. She only hoped that she would not be angry with her.

"Mom, we're back!" Song Yanxue and song Yanli's happy laughter came from the door.

Yang Xin'er turns her head to see song Yanxue and song Yanli. She is in a good mood for a moment. She waves to them, "Xiao Xue, Xiao Li, come and sit with my mother." They are just like her daughter, beautiful and clever, which is like song Yanning, black and ugly, but also against her, no education, which is like her birth.

If it wasn't for Yufeng watching her give birth to song Yanning, she doubted whether song Yanning had been switched. She and Yufeng are beautiful women and handsome men. It is impossible for them to have such an ugly child.

"Mom, why don't grandparents come to my house? I've never met them before. How's sister Xiaoning now? Is it better looking than when I was a child? " Song Yanli has always wanted to meet her little sister. She hopes her little sister can return to song's home.

Yang Xin'er frowned unhappily, "don't mention her. I'm angry when I think of her."

"Mom, don't be angry. She's not obedient. You have me, Xiao Li and Xiao Yang. We won't make you angry." Song Yanxue takes Yang xiner's arm and leans on her shoulder. An ugly eight monster is not worthy to be a member of the Song family, and she doesn't want such an ugly sister.

Yang Xin'er rubbed song Yanxue's hair and said, "it's still our little snow. Tomorrow she will come with her grandparents. My mother will give you a task."

"Good." Song Yanxue nodded cleverly, with a trace of expectation in her eyes.

"When she comes tomorrow, you take her to the guest room upstairs and lock her in." Yang xiner thinks this is a good way. She doesn't want the guests to know that she has such an ugly daughter. As for the old man, it's the same when we meet again after the birthday party. She believed that the old man certainly did not want to let the guests know that he had such an ugly granddaughter.

"We must finish the task." Song Yanxue's eyes are full of excitement.

Song Yanli sighs helplessly in her heart. I didn't expect my mother to hate my little sister so much. It seems that it's hard for my little sister to return to song's home.

As the sun gradually sets, the orange sun shines through the dense leaves and falls on Yang Lisheng, Li Meixiang and song Yanning sitting under the trees.

"Xiaoning, you said there was something in the painting before. Do you know how to open the painting?" Yang Lisheng thought of the painting he had bought before.

"Well!" Song Yanning nodded, put down the cake, stood up and walked towards the house, "I went in and took out the painting." She also wanted to know what was in the picture, if only she had divine sense now.

After a while, song Yanning came out with the box containing the painting.

Put the box on the table, song Yanning opens the box, takes out the painting from inside and unfolds it slowly.

Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang watched intently, expecting and curious.

Song Yanning unfolded all the paintings, observed them carefully, took out a pair of scissors and began to cut along the corners.

"Be careful, or grandma will cut it?" Li Meixiang looks at the scissors in Song Yanning's hands anxiously. In case there is any treasure inside, it will be worthless if it is broken. My wife said that the painting cost 100000 yuan.

Song Yanning vomited his tongue at Li Meixiang. "Grandma, don't worry. I know it in my heart."

Li Meixiang glanced at Song Yanning with a smile, "OK, I'm waiting for you to surprise grandma."

"Surprise guaranteed." Song Yanning saw that he had already cut it. She put down the scissors and carefully opened the place where she cut it. There was a picture inside.

"What is it?" Li Meixiang and Yang Lisheng are both looking forward to it and a little excited.

"It's a picture. Wait a minute. I'll take it out." Song Yanning picked up the scissors and continued to cut them.

Taking the whole painting apart, song Yanning carefully takes out the hidden painting. She doesn't care whether the painting will be bad or not. The main reason is that her grandparents will be distressed if the painting is broken.

"Is this painting real? Is it worth the money? " This is what Li Meixiang is most concerned about.

Yang Lisheng looks at the painting song Yanning just took out. He thinks this painting is much better than the previous one. This one should be authentic.

Song Yanning smiles at them. "This painting is called the painting of summer clouds and rain. It was made by Liu Jue, a painter of Ming Dynasty. You can see that there is a poem written by Shen Zhou on this painting. The layout of the painting is clear, the peaks and hills are broken down, the mountain paths are connected, and the lush trees point out the characteristics of summer scenery. Pedestrians on the road in a hurry, rendering the mood of shelter. The painting method is wet pen, light ink, long Shama Cun, plus thick ink moss, and alum head. The brush is delicate and dense, the ink is elegant and elegant, and the painting is beautiful and beautiful. So there is no doubt that this painting is genuine. As for its value, I can't estimate it, but it is definitely more than 100000. " Li Meixiang showed a happy smile, "Xiaoning, how do you know these?" Xiaoning didn't even go to primary school. Where did she learn this knowledge“ Don't I like to watch the treasure show? I've seen another painting "deep mountain reading intention" by Liu Yu. I heard that the auction price of that painting reached 2.3 million yuan. " Song Yanning said“ What Li Meixiang and Yang Lisheng opened their eyes in disbelief. Isn't this painting worth millions? After taking a deep breath, Yang Lisheng calmed down and looked at Song Yanning, "Xiaoning, didn't you buy a brush? How much is the brush worth? "“ This brush is worth one or two thousand at most. " Song Yanning takes out a brush from her small bag. Her brush is not an ordinary brush, but a smart tool. But for ordinary people, this brush is really worthless, because they have no way to use it.