Reborn as the Cinnabar Mole of the Prince of Beijing's Elite Circle

“I don’t think this painting moved my master.”

An Cinian sat up straight, looking somewhat serious. No matter how famous she was, the real master painter was right in front of her, after all, she herself was not satisfied with this painting.

“The price of this painting is easy to discuss; you just need to tell me the price.”

An Cinian glanced at Huang Renfeng, chuckled softly, took a sip, and gently put down her teacup: "Master knows that my paintings are priceless. I suppose someone you know wants to buy my painting through you. Master, do you think I guessed right?"

She saw right through her; she knew her master's personality very well.

Huang Renfeng, with a serious expression, couldn't hold back any longer when he heard An Cinian's expression. He straightened up and bent over instantly: "Fine, fine, I knew I couldn't hide it from you. You've already made it clear that you're not selling, so someone really does want to buy this painting through me."

He told everyone that his disciple was too clever, and he couldn't keep up the act anymore.

“I have the authority to make decisions regarding the paintings, so I’d like to know why my master, who doesn’t make promises to others, specifically came to me this time?”

What kind of mysterious person could make her master come and talk to her personally?

Huang Renfeng remained silent for a long time.

That can't be said. It involves his identity, and it's hard for anyone to confirm right now. Besides, the person behind him is indeed a close friend of his, and it's not easy to refuse a friend's request.

"I can only say that I am a good friend and disciple. Your master has never asked you for anything else. You can name your price for this painting of the Dove of Peace. You get the money and he gets the painting. Why not?"

This time it was An Cinian's turn to be silent. She could consider whatever her master said. It was just a painting; if it was gone, she could just paint another one. But this painting was different. Although the painting was not good and it was not as famous as her other painting, "Ten Thousand People's Song," this painting held a great emotional significance for her.

Since she was little, she had a strange dream. In the dream, there were pigeons flying endlessly. It seemed that something was trapping them. Flop, flop, the pigeons fell from the sky and died.

She hadn't had this dream in a long time, but for some reason, it started again when she came to Nancheng. She felt that she had lived in Nancheng a long, long time ago, but she was also sure that she had never been in Nancheng, whether in this life or the previous life.

So she painted it, and this painting represents that dream.

The reason she didn't show it was because she felt the painting was too bloody. She used the finest bloodstone to paint it, so that the bloodstains on the painting were sprayed everywhere, even on the white doves in the air.

When she was creating this painting, her teacher discovered it because of its bold colors and strong visual impact, which led to its public display.

"Master, you should know that the paint on this painting is quite expensive. Are you so sure he can afford it?"

"They said they'd provide you with even more ore if you name your price." Huang Renfeng felt that An Cinian's question meant she was definitely considering selling.

result.

Sigh! He had already told his friend that An Cinian wouldn't sell, but he still insisted on letting him try.

"Then what's the point of keeping it? It cost you so much time and money."

“Master, you always taught me that painting originates from the artist’s heart and should not be done for money, lest one lose sight of one’s original intention. Therefore, what you said today is… inappropriate.”

"Fine, fine, I've already been lectured by you. If you won't sell, then don't." Sensing the somewhat somber atmosphere, Huang Renfeng immediately noticed the ring on An Cinian's right hand. "My dear disciple, are you hiding something from this old man?"

Afraid that An Ci Nian wouldn't understand, he even pointed to the ring on her hand.

"Hey, no need to explain, I know. You're married. Bring your wife over sometime so I can meet her. Surely you'll agree to that?"

"Okay~ My dearest master, I'll bring him to visit you when I have time."

The two chatted for a few more minutes before parting ways.

I checked the time; it was already 6 o'clock. Time really flies. I should go back to the hotel to rest.

Suddenly, around a bend, An Cinian was grabbed and pulled into a tight embrace. A tall man pressed a knife against An Cinian's neck, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and his cold voice rang out: "Save me."

I'm 6, I'd save you, and you put a knife to my throat! What do you mean by that?!

"I'll give you money."

She rolled her eyes at him and looked to her left. She felt that if she didn't agree, this knife would kill her, and for some reason, this person seemed familiar.

Thinking it over, she reached out to help the person into the exhibition hall. She planned to walk through the backyard, where the path was different, so she wouldn't run into those people.

However, Huang Renfeng, who was hiding in the shadows, saw all of this and picked up his phone: "You've already met him, you can rest assured now."

An Cinian had already escorted the stranger into the ward, while she stood at the ward door, stroking her chin and pondering her inexplicable behavior.

She didn't know who this person was. What if he was a bad person? Wouldn't she be aiding and abetting evil? But if he was a good person, saving a life would be better than building a seven-story pagoda. Judging from his appearance, he shouldn't be a bad person.

Just then, his phone rang.

"Where are you? I want to see you."

"I am at the hospital."

Xie Yu'an, who had been happily having dinner with everyone and was sitting in the hotel lobby waiting for An Cinian, couldn't sit still any longer.

How can I explain that I'm still with someone of unknown origin, saying, "I'll give you an address, come over here"?

Fortunately, this person wasn't seriously injured. As soon as An Cinian stepped out of the ward, Xie Yu'an arrived.

He rushed over in a panic, grabbed An Cinian, and started pacing her around anxiously, his voice filled with worry: "Wife, are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Who dared to bully you? I'll drag him over right now and get revenge for you!"

"You, so fast, Xie Yu'an, can you not drive so fast!" An Cinian was so angry at Xie Yu'an for rushing over like that that she couldn't beat him and thought he was courting death.

Xie Yu'an fell silent, like a child who had made a mistake.

Seeing him like this, An Cinian's temper immediately disappeared, after all, he was worried about her.

"Alright, firstly, I wasn't injured. Secondly, I need to explain to you that someone really did hold a knife to my neck, but! He's the one who got hurt, I..."

"Wife, you hit someone? Are you that strong?" He grabbed An Cinian's hands again, surprised but also inexplicably excited.