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Chapter 8 Disappointment

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    Everyone's eyes fell on the two of Xiao Yi one after another.

    Fang Qingzhu secretly sighed in his heart, what should come will always come.

    She glanced at Xiao Yi beside her, and came to Fang Tianhao together. Fang Qingzhu said crisply: "Qingzhu congratulates grandpa on his long life. Qingzhu knows that grandpa likes to drink tea, so he made this green tea before the rain by himself. I hope grandpa can drink tea."  like!"

    In the past, even if Fang Qingzhu just appeared in front of him, Fang Tianhao would have been very happy.

    But now

    However, Fang Tianhao just responded indifferently, pointed to the tea table beside him, and made no secret of his disgust on his face: "Let's put it there!"

    He didn't even look at it.

    Fang Qingzhu's eyes dimmed for a while, and a hint of loss and helplessness flashed across his pale face.  This is the reality, even if it was her grandfather who loved her since childhood, after knowing that she was not married to Xiao Tianjiao, and her dantian was abolished, all love has disappeared.

    Fang Ao's gloomy eyes revealed the pleasure of revenge, and he said with a surprised face: "Xiao Yi, although you are just a son-in-law who eats soft food in our Fang's house, today is the birthday of the head of the family, you must have prepared a gift  Right? After you and Fang Qingzhu got married, it was the first time to participate in the birthday banquet of the head of the family, so it's a bit unreasonable for you to not prepare anything? Isn't this a joke for outsiders to see our family?"

    Many guests in the hall looked at Xiao Yi with a little more disdain and disdain.

    "The Xiao family is the most popular family in the Daqian Dynasty. How can it be that they don't even understand the most basic knowledge of the world? This is too outrageous!"

    "I heard that he has been expelled from the Xiao family, he is not a member of the Xiao family at all!"

    Everyone's words are like billions of sharp thorns piercing Fang Qingzhu's heart.

    He looked at Fangzheng and Liu Yun with pleading eyes.

    I just hope that my parents can come forward to help them resolve the embarrassing situation in front of them.

    However¡­¡­

    However, Fangzheng and his wife were the old gods, and their indifferent attitude of having nothing to do with them made Fang Qingzhu's heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

    At this moment.

    There was a burst of warmth in her palm, but it was Xiao Yi who held her palm. Under Fang Qingzhu's surprised gaze, Xiao Yi said lightly: "I have prepared a gift."

    "Huh? Then you should take it out and have a look!" Fang Ao said.

    Everyone said: "That's right, let's increase our knowledge. What do the Xiao family of the Daqian Dynasty give as birthday gifts?"

    Xiao Yi took out the scroll, presented it in front of Fang Tianhao, and said: "An ancient painting, I wish you longevity and health!"

    "Ancient painting?"

    "Even the cheapest ancient paintings are worth several thousand taels of silver. If it is Tang Pu's paintings, even a random scroll is worth tens of thousands of taels. I wonder whose calligraphy he gave as a gift?"

    Fang Tianhao was also taken aback. If it is really an ancient painting, it would be a good gift. He glanced at Fang Hao: "Xiaohao, open this scroll and have a look, whose calligraphy is it?"

    "Okay, Grandpa!"

    Fang Hao took the scroll and slowly unfolded it.

    Everyone was looking forward to it: "The picture of Crouching Tiger Sword? Such an overbearing name!"

    "The painter is good, and the calligraphy mentioned there is also unique. Which famous artist's calligraphy is it?"

    When the scroll was fully unfolded, everyone looked at each other when they saw the words "Jin Wuhen" on the signature.

    Fang Ao shouted even more exaggeratedly: "Who is Jin Wuhen? I've never heard of it! Xiao Yi, didn't you just buy a street stall as a birthday present?"

    Upon hearing this, Fang Tianhao's face darkened.

    He is the majestic head of the Fang family, if he really accepts the street stall as a birthday gift, wouldn't he be ashamed and thrown home?

    Fang Tianhao looked at Zhang Yong: "Patriarch Zhang, you are a famous collector in Nanhuang City, have you ever heard of a master named Jin Wuhen?"

    Zhang Yong touched his nose, with a strange expression on his face: "Jin Wuhen's name is relatively unfamiliar, but everyone should have heard of his nickname 'Death Scholar', right?"

    "The life-killing scholar? The one who is as famous as Tang Pu and one of the four great talents of the Daqian Dynasty in the past?"

    "Didn't it mean that the murder of the life-killing scholar is too serious, all his works have been destroyed, and there are no works handed down from generation to generation?"

    "Master Zhang, is this painting real or fake?"

    Zhao Yu said in a deep voice: "Patriarch Zhang, it's about Xiao Yi's reputation, you'd better identify it carefully!"

    Zhang Yong waved his hands and said calmly: "As everyone said, there are no masterpieces handed down from the life-threatening scholar. How can it be possible in the world?Are there his authentic works?  What else is there to identify?  "

    Everyone naturally understood the meaning of his words.

    Jin Wuhen has no work handed down at all, so this painting is naturally fake!

    Fang Ao was happy in his heart, but on his face he hated iron and steel: "Xiao Yi, you actually took a fake product as a birthday present?"

    "Hey, Xiao Yi, you are going too far! Yesterday you got a gold obsidian stone statue worth tens of thousands in Zhenbao Pavilion. You don't take it as a congratulatory gift. How can you make a fake painting?"  Are you fooling people?" Lei Bao, who had recognized Xiao Yi in the crowd, came out and said loudly.

    Fang Ao's eyes lit up, and he added fuel and jealousy to the side: "Xiao Yi, you really let us down. If you don't have money to prepare a gift, we can understand, but you just waited for a treasure worth more than 100,000 yesterday.  It¡¯s okay to give it to the Patriarch as a gift, but to humiliate the Patriarch with a fake painting"

    "enough!"

    These words simply added fuel to the fire and completely angered Fang Tianhao.

    He slapped the wooden table beside him into pieces with a sudden slap, and his face was extremely ugly. He really didn't like Xiao Yi from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't expect the other party to give him any good gifts at all.

    Just as Fang Hao said, Xiao Yi is humiliating him!

    Fang Tianhao's old face was gloomy enough to drip water, and the disgust in his eyes became more and more intense: "Fang Tianhao has lived for so many years, and this is the first time someone dares to humiliate me with fake products. For the sake of the Xiao family, I will not pursue it.  But please get out of here immediately, and from now on, you are not allowed to set foot in Xiao's house!"

    "No wonder even the Xiao family is unwilling to admit your identity, it's so embarrassing!" Fang Ao shook his head and sighed, but the pleasure of revenge was obvious in his eyes.

    Lei Bao also shook his head for a while: "Let's go, is it ashamed to stay here?"

    Slightly cold eyes flitted over everyone, Xiao Yi's eyes had a gleam of coldness, but he felt a warmth coming from the palm of his hand, he lowered his head and looked at Fang Qingzhu, with a questioning look in his eyes.

    Fang Qingzhu said with a gentle smile: "Since people here don't welcome us, let's go!"

    All the murderous intent in Xiao Yi's eyes disappeared, he smiled and nodded: "Okay!"

    The two held hands, turned and left.

    Fang Ao and Lei Bao looked at each other, but how could they just let him go?

    "Take your fake back, don't leave it here and pollute my Xiao family!" Fang Ao rolled up the scroll and threw it out the door.

    Seeing that the scroll was about to fall to the ground, but at this moment, an old palm firmly caught it.

    at the same time.

    The servant's voice trembling with excitement also came from outside the door: "The master of the Zhenbao Pavilion, Yan is so old" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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