Bi Mukang, the word Menghou, the eastern suburbs, the weak crown is the ancient language of the work, the mountains and waters, the pen of Zongwang Wei Fuchun, the young stuar Fang Hongjing, Shao Sima Wang Dao Kun, Shaofu Xuguo varies from one eye to another, which is quoted as an unforgettable friend.

Zhang Bin obviously wants more, he only knows that Bi Miaokang is a weapons expert, but he does not know that Bi Miao Kang is actually a famous painter, and others than the painting skills, he is still one hundred and eighty thousand miles, not to mention painting mountains and rivers, even if it is painting flowers and plants, Bi Miao Kang is much stronger than him.

Zhang Bin is here stumbling, the pen is difficult, but the pen is a dragon and snake, and it is free to move.

As soon as the painting came out, high judgment, Zhang Bin worked hard to draw a small mountain, a wisp of mountains, a few clouds.

As for the mood, there is absolutely nothing, can only say that the middle of the painting is in the right, and there is no rhyme.

Bi Gongkang is different, he painted a mountain map, small bridge flowing water family, high mountain troughs and cliffs, in his pen to life, people can not help but want to go into the painting to enjoy the leisure of mountain life.

Zhang Bin looked at his own work, and then look at the painting of Bi Xiaokang, not by tender face, people are obviously the master of the master, they also want to make people, I really do not know the height of the sky!

Bi Maukang naturally did not know what Zhang Bin was thinking, he looked at Zhang Bin's "big work", and then looked at Zhang Bin's expression, hurriedly comforted: "Xian brother, your basic skills are still very solid, in time, will become a big tool."

Zhang Bin heard the words and was embarrassed: "In the future, I will ask Brother Meng Hou to guide more."

Bi Maukang nodded hurriedly said, "What else do you and my brother say and do not point, if the wise brother is interested, although he is coming to me, we will learn together."

At this time, the other two people seemed to be finished, Li Wanjun's harp gradually stopped, and the four lings rushed to pick up Zhang Bin and other paintings to be sent to her one by one.

Li Wanjun put the four people's paintings in front of the oil lamp and then let a feline go out and ask something, then got up and saluted: "It is late at night, Li, Prince, go back early to rest, if he has leisure every day, look forward to the two sons do not give advice, today, the slave family wants to ask Mr. Bi and Zhang Gongzi to stay and guide one or two."

This is obviously telling the Li and the prince, next time you have time to serve you, today, first serve others.

However, what she said behind her was a bit unusual.

What is the slave family that wants to ask Mr. Bi and Mr. Zhang to stay one or two, to leave two guests, she wants to eat big and small?

Zhang Bin heard the words, suddenly felt embarrassed, that what Li and Prince is looking at the monster like sweeping the three of them, shaking their heads and gone, only the old god Bi Wei Kang sitting on his knees, tasting a small wine, eating peanuts, comfortable.

When the Li and the prince walked out of the door, Li Wanjun immediately came out from the back of the tulle and said to Bi Mu Kang: "I don't know if it is Mr. Mingshi East Suburb of Huizhou, the slave family was really slack, and I also hoped that Mr. Haihan."

At this time, Bi Gongkang put on a famous style, put down the glass, faintly said: "Wanjun girl over-reputation, famous people do not dare to be, just a little understanding of some painting skills, girls if interested we can learn."

Zhang Bin heard the words, the wrong point fainted, just a look of soul and appearance, but now the appearance of the road, it is necessary to do so?

Unexpectedly, Li Wanjun still eats this set, she was excited with a little girl, jumped up, hugged Bi Mu Kang's arm excitedly said: "Really, Mr. East Suburb, the slave family has always wanted to find a famous teacher to guide, today finally achieved."

Bi was hugged by this, and the hand holding the glass was obviously trembling, so that he remembered that there was a Zhang Bin next to him, which did not resist the situation to put people down.

Zhang Bin this embarrassment ah, feed, there are people, you when I air ah, he can't help coughing, reminded: "I don't know what kind of advice to the girl."

Li Wanjun remembered that there was a Zhang Bin next to her, and she stood up and said, “Oh, sorry, I’m sorry, Zhang, I’m slack off, I don’t know if my son is really interested in the ten sisters of the slave family.”

Ten mother Li Xiang really, so coincidentally, is looking for her, but some words must be said to her alone, today Xu Fuyuan they are, naturally it is not easy to go to her, is it time to be far away from them?

Thinking of this, Zhang Bin tentatively said, “Xiangzhen girl, isn’t she a guest today?”

Li Wanjun shook his head and sighed, "Well, my aunt, people just say something sweet, she also has to collect the head of twenty-two nights, Xu Gongzi is afraid that there is not so much silver to amuse, sitting for half an hour and then left."

Sleeping, talking with people for a night, doing nothing, all two silver, no wonder no one points Li Xiangzhen, that old duck is too greedy, why she does not steal it!

However, these twenty-two, they have to pay, otherwise, they really did not have the opportunity to speak alone with Li Xiangzhen.

Thinking of this, Zhang Bin pretended to be a good soul and expression, obsessed with: "Twenty-two silver small meaning, can talk to the Xiangzhen girl on the line."

Li Wanjun heard the words and excitedly said, "Son, please wait a minute, winter plum, winter plum, take Zhang to Xiangzhen."

A small girl smelled in, went to Zhang Bin, and bowed and said, "Zhang Gongzi, please."

Zhang Bin arched his hand at Bi Biankang and said with a smile: "Brother Meng Hou, the younger brother will not disturb you, farewell."

Bi Mu Kang heard the words, unfazed: "Quickly go to your Xiangzhen girl."

He laughed and followed her.

At this time, many of these red-card girls have begun to compete with people, and the whole embroidery building has sounded a rare sound, these are not ordinary young women, thinking of their beautiful appearance, Zhang Bin's heart can not help but a stir.

Li Xiangzhen room is still on the second floor of the right end, this road came, but Zhang Bin excited enough, he is in the brain to make up the situation in each room, suddenly looked up, but found that Li Xiang really outside the door, there is a flower branch trolls there pacing back and forth, seemingly anxious look.

This old duck should be Li Xiang's real false mother, he saw Zhang Bin came up immediately, immediately gathered up, excitedly rubbed his hands: "Zhang Gongzi, you are coming."

Looking at him, he clearly wanted to get Zhang Bin to take the money and go back in.

Zhang Bin was not in a hurry, he looked up and down the old duck, the negative hand said: "You are the little girl of Xiangzhen girl."

The old man still rubs his hands and says, "The slave is exactly that."

Zhang Bin pretended to be out of the way, arrogantly said: "Xiangzhen girl combing the money of how much money?"

The old duck heard the words, the face is smiling into the shape of chrysanthemum, she said greedily: "My daughter is the first in the Mei Xianglou, if the son really wants, the slave family to give you a cheap, a mouthful of three hundred two."

Three hundred and two, for the average person is simply astronomical, Zhang Bin is not very concerned, he continued to ask: "Then what if you leave the right place?"

The old duck heard the words, and then put out a sad expression, the meat pain said: "Slaves have such a daughter is not easy, if the son really wants to marry, the slave family will eat a little loss, a mouthful of five hundred two."

Five hundred and two, you and she really should be a robber, but if you can pull them away, it is worth it.

Zhang Bin nodded, pulled out twenty-two silver coins to throw in the arms of the old duck, and then warned: "Together eight hundred two, we can say, don't go back at the time."

The old duck took a few silver ingots in his arms and nodded excitedly, "What can you say, eight hundred and two, and the son should be sure to marry."