The next day, Zhao Weiran woke up from his sleep, and his side was empty.

As Mu Yuan said, he set out to the border area early in the morning to handle the war.

Zhao Weiran sat up slowly, looked at the empty and cold room, and thought blankly:

I...is free!

She wanted to leave the mansion immediately, but there were guards guarding the gate, so she naturally could not leave.

Fortunately, when Mu Yuan went there, most of the military servants in the mansion followed him. So she took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to it and climbed up a sycamore tree in the backyard and climbed over the wall and went out.

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——"I'll pay five hundred taels!"

"I'll pay five hundred and fifty taels!"

"I'll pay six hundred taels!"

...

On the circular platform in the middle of the attic, there is a statue of Jade Buddha of excellent quality.

A group of merchants and nobles sat around, bidding for auctioning jade paintings and the like, which was very grand.

There was a floor outside the auction house watching the fun. The civilians stretched their necks and looked at them curiously, talking about the rich people who spent money like earth. A piece of jade took out the silver that ordinary people would never use in their entire lives.

There were endless bids around him, and when the black and shiny stone slabs beat, the transaction was completed.

Zhao Weiran was wearing men's clothes and joined in the fun here. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure and thought to himself that wasn't Mu Wang?

Then he opened the person blocking him and walked towards the other party.

Mu Ying looked at the items displayed in the auction hall without blinking. He was enjoying it, but he was not looking at the jewelry and jade, but a landscape painting hanging on a sandalwood stand.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. He thought it was someone else's accidental collision and ignored it, but the other party patted it twice again as if he was not giving up.

Mu Ying turned around inexplicably, stared at the person in front of her and was stunned for a moment, and then recognized her.

"Sister Weiran! Why are you..."

"Shh--"

Zhao Weiran's index finger was raised in front of his lips, and he didn't want to say that he had sneaked out of the palace, so he said perfunctorily:

"When you are bored, come out for a walk, look here, what about you?"

However, she claimed to be a vulgar person, and was not interested in cultural relics and was just thinking about making money.

Mu Ying smiled, "So too."

He asked inappropriately, "Sister Weiran came out alone? Why didn't you see the third brother?"

"He has something to do and is out for a long time," she said concisely.

"Oh." Mu Ying nodded blankly.

"By the way," Zhao Weiran looked at him, suddenly thought of something, and asked:

"Aren't you good at painting? Why not take the paintings here for auction?"

"I?"

Mu Ying raised her eyebrows in surprise, as if she never thought that the other party would say such a thing, and shook her head in disconfidence.

"The calligraphy and paintings in the auction house are all from famous artists. I am so nameless and have awkward painting skills. I am afraid I can't sell them, and I'll make jokes."

To become a famous artist, it certainly requires real skills, but opportunities are even more important. Zhao Weiran thought:

Maybe Mu Ying just lacks such an opportunity to become famous in one fell swoop?

As she thought about it, she suddenly had a plan and raised a smile on the corner of her lips and asked:

"Can I see your painting?"

"ah?"

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While Mu Yuan is out, he has to raise the silver that ran away as soon as possible.

She knew that although Mu Yuanming was also a prince, he used half of the silver in the mansion to subsidize military pay. He was not greedy or robbed, and his family was actually not wealthy. If he ran away secretly and moved the mansion, it would be too unkind.

I have to find some ways to make money, but my professionalism is not right. There is no electricity in this place, let alone the Internet. Zhao Weiran feels that his business acumen is not as developed and he has no other skills.

It's really a headache.

"Wow" opened the door, the window lattice of the room was closed and the light was dark, and it was even a little cold.

When I turned around, I saw Mu Wang's ears turn red, and I seemed a little embarrassed, because the house painted was really messy.

The desk is covered with scattered paper and pens and ink, with more than a dozen hemp ropes hanging around it, and dozens or hundreds of paintings are neatly clamped on the hemp ropes, which is quite spectacular.

If you look closely at these paintings, most of them are characters or landscapes. Zhao Weiran doesn’t know how high the artistic value they are. He just thinks that the color composition is quite artistic and it looks very pleasing to the eye.

"You are very awesome." She praised it from her heart.

Mu Ying was stunned for a moment, her face became darker, and she scratched the back of her head in a little cramped manner.

"No, I'm bored and painted."

"Your painting is really good,"

Zhao Weiran moved his eyes from the painting and looked at the people beside him. At this moment, Sima Zhao's heart was relieved and encouraged him to say:

"Why go to the auction house and try it. I'm optimistic about you."

She just thought that if she was taken to auction, she might not be able to buy a good price. Although Mu Ying is not famous in the circle now, her reputation will become her money tree in the future!

However, an honest person like Mu Ying knows nothing about business and has no confidence in himself, so he immediately backed down.

He waved his hand, his head shaking like a rattle,

"No, no, I can't do it, so I won't be embarrassed."

"How do you know if you don't try it?"

Zhao Weiran just tried to instigate, and his expression of determination was almost enough to cover his chest.

"You just paint and cover the rest with me."

She didn't know how to draw, so she decided to help Mu Ying make a name for herself, as the behind-the-scenes driver, and supported an unknown newcomer in the 18th line.

I just think that this is an investment and I am optimistic about this stock of Mu Ying. If I make real achievements, I will become a major shareholder in the future!

With his unscathing tongue, the other party reluctantly agreed. Zhao Weiran then chose the Qingshan ink painting from the various paintings, and taught Mu Ying the inscription with the pen name "Mr. Mo".

After sending the painting to the auction hall, she bought three or five extras and taught them a lot of rhetoric about making operas.

On the day of the auction of the paintings, the scrolls were displayed and the people watching outside heard the serious discussions.

This unknown "Mr. Mo" is actually a painting immortal. This time he changed his alias to come out of the mountain, so he didn't want to attract attention.

"Mr. Mo" is so skillful in painting and painting skills, and is lifelike. He is said to be one of the top masters in the capital.

The words of words were obviously not trustworthy, and then a noble man bought the ink painting for a high price of 500 taels.

This noble person is Zhao Weiran.

Later, he bought and sold it himself several times in a manner. After a few months, the name of "Mr. Mo" was known to these rich people. Then he passed it through ten, ten to hundreds, and the spread became more and more bizarre and tortuous.

It is rumored that "Mr. Mo" was originally a skilled painter in the palace. He was old and did not pursue fame and fortune, so he retreated to the mountains and forests without showing his dew.

Some people speculate that he is over fifty years old, and some say that he is still strong and strong, and he is an immortal body in his 100s.

As time goes by, more and more people believe in it, and the news spreads more and more. Mr. Hua Xianmo's statement came true.

However, with this false reputation, Mu Ying felt guilty.

"This reputation is really a bit too exaggerated."

Zhao Weiran did not expect that the public opinion would be so bizarre.

She just started to buy a few paintings of Mu Ying, and now the short story about "Mr. Mo" can be compiled into a book!

The more mysterious and mysterious a character like this, the more it can make people look forward to it, the higher the bidding for his paintings.

Now there is no need to spread rumors by yourself, but there is a propaganda by the rich. After all, no one wants to be slapped in the face, and there will be no suckers willing to buy the paintings they buy at high prices were originally written by an unknown writer.

Nowadays, Mu Ying can take hundreds or thousands of taels of pictures with just one hand.

Zhao Weiran originally wanted to get a commission from it, but she didn't want Mu Ying but didn't want to pay any money. She just said that it was a blessing that someone appreciated it, and she didn't ask for money and other things like external things.

He is a role model of the times who generates electricity for love and does not pursue fame and fortune!

The painter is so noble, but Zhao Weiran refuses everyone. He takes the money he gets, and feels that getting rich is just around the corner!

Zhao Weiran’s career in selling paintings is booming, but the border area is filled with yellow sand and dark clouds over the city, and people are panicked all day long.

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the atmosphere in the camp was very depressing.

The empty land was dead silent, and a circle of thick yellow sand on the ground suddenly moved, and suddenly a human hand stretched out from it.

The short and thick knuckles clasped the sand and stones, supported the ground, revealing its head and body. It was less than four feet tall, and it was a dwarf who could escape the ground.
To be continued...