Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 324: Portrait Painting

Yun Yue grew up in a place like Rock Village where she didn’t even have a proper painting teacher. Why did the President of the Painting Association take her on as an apprentice?

The fire of jealousy blazed within her heart.

Cheng Jianfeng’s expression turned strange, initially believing this woman was merely a vase, never expecting her to transform into the apprentice of the President of the Painting Association.

The other Presidents of the associations looked at Yun Yue in astonishment, all turning their gazes towards Yaonan.

Yaonan’s mouth twitched, this girl was Yingtong’s friend. She had attended her apprenticeship celebration before, her distinct appearance making her unforgettable.

Back then, Jiang Wenshan had mysteriously announced that he would take an apprentice, was he holding back just to see them become the butt of the joke?

They wanted to see what abilities his apprentice possessed that made him withhold the information for so long.

Jiang Wenshan noticed their expressions and was overjoyed.

He too, now had an apprentice.

Ji Xian considered until now with Xiao Chen before coming out; standing at the doorway, even from such a distance, he recognized the girl on the stage instantly.

Was she the apprentice that the President of the Painting Association had kept hidden?!

The phrase "Hello everyone, I am Yun Yue" echoed in Ji Xian’s mind.

His heart leapt with joy, his hands and feet trembling with excitement; truly the daughter of Wen Jun.

Unable to calm his emotions for a long while, it was only when Xiao Chen approached him did he subtly regain his composure.

He watched ahead, his demeanor stern and cold, "Is this the woman Young Master Xiao has taken a liking to?"

Xiao Chen’s eyes intensely fixed on the girl on the stage, his usually cool brow now softened, his expression serious as his Adam’s apple bobbed, "Yes, she is the woman I am committed to for life."

Ji Xian turned his head, narrowing his sharp, piercing eyes slightly before settling down like a hawk, his gaze falling intensely on his earnest face, then subtly drawing back his gaze, his expression inscrutable, "I hope Young Master Xiao remembers what you just said."

After speaking, he leaned on his cane and headed towards the hall. Ji Maoming asked Mrs. Ji to take Ji Ling home while he stayed to accompany Ji Xian.

Seeing Ji Xian come out, his face bearing an unfathomable expression, he stepped forward and asked, "Dad, what did he say?"

With his father’s capabilities, he wouldn’t settle for trivial short-term gains; it must be something that could influence the Ji Family’s development for almost a decade.

Ji Xian finally spoke, "We’ll talk when we get back."

Ji Maoming nodded slightly, it was safer to discuss such matters at home given the crowded environment here.

Jiang Wenshan stood on the stage, "Please move to the gallery, today several paintings will be available for everyone to appreciate and critique."

Immediately, staff from the Painting Association led the way, and everyone proceeded to the gallery.

Xiao Chen was about to approach Yun Yue when Lin Xiang stopped him with a glance, leading Yun Yue towards the gallery.

Jiang Qiong stood to the side, gently touching her hair, speaking in a sarcastic tone, "Well, some people really deserve it."

If she were Yun Yue’s mother, she would be furious too; keeping them all in the dark just like that, a few scoldings would be considered mild.

She got dragged into it, and now Lin Xiang didn’t regard her well.

If her daughter-in-law flew away, she’d make sure he suffered.

Xiao Chen: "..."

Jiang Qiong glared at him briefly, then walked gracefully towards her group of friends.

Feng Ye stood beside him, looking at his dark expression, and cautiously asked, "Master Chen, are you alright?"

Jiang Qi made a face at him, was there really a need to ask?

Of course, something was wrong.

Xiao Chen glanced at the two as they left the spot, and they, knowing better, immediately shut their mouths and followed.

The gallery was a venue specifically used by the Painting Association to display artworks.

As long as the artworks met the gallery’s exhibition criteria, they could be displayed.

All the paintings in the gallery were masterpieces of the Painting Association, each selling for a high price.

Due to Yun Yue’s connection, Lin Xiang and his group followed in the front, and even Jiang Wenshan treated them with great regard, and was especially congenial toward Yun Yue.

One couldn’t help but wonder who the disciple and who the master was.

"These paintings are all new works; everyone is welcome to admire them. If you are interested in any piece, feel free to ask the gallery director about the price."

Among the four main associations, the Painting Association was the wealthiest, followed by the Calligraphy Association, whose artworks could also fetch high prices.

"Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since we’ve had ’No Tomato’ artworks; I’ve been waiting to buy one," Feng Ye’s father commented, finding the artworks on the wall somewhat bland.

He liked collecting paintings and calligraphy, and ’No Tomato’ was an artist he had been fascinated by for several years.

This artist’s paintings were vibrant and energetic, magnificent and often resonated with the viewer, stunning him every single time.

Any painting by ’No Tomato’ was sold for a high price within a minute of the exhibition opening.

Jiang Wenshan chuckled and led the way, "Family Head Feng, no need to rush. Everyone, come with me."

These six paintings had been under wraps for several months now; surely everyone was itching to see them.

Jiang Wenshan had arranged a separate exhibition wall for her; besides the three artworks not for sale, the rest could be auctioned.

This was the exhibition spot for ’No Tomato’s’ works. The entire wall in front of them was covered with red cloth, mysteriously veiling it and piquing everyone’s curiosity. novelbuddy.cσ๓

Jiang Wenshan, with his back to the wall, began to introduce them, while the staff behind pulled down the red cloth.

Everyone held their breath and their eyes shone with amazement, but upon seeing the last painting, all faces showed a peculiar expression.

The first five paintings were ink paintings of landscapes and animals, while the last one was a portrait, done in pencil.

The man in the portrait had sharply defined features like that of a sculpture, with deep eye sockets, a prominent nose, and long, sharp black eyes like those of an eagle, fierce and captivating.

With thin, lightly pursed lips and a tall, slender figure, he exuded a cold and arrogant nobility yet also an overwhelming presence.

This portrait...

"Master Chen, isn’t that you?" Feng Ye stared, tongue-tied. The person in the painting and the man in front of them were identical; it was a portrait of Master Chen.

Who painted it?

It was so detailed, even the small scar on the forehead was depicted.

Jiang Qi’s reaction was no less shocked than Feng Ye’s. He swallowed and muttered, "Master Chen, have you been spied on?"

He dared say that unless it was someone who frequently observed him, no one could produce a painting so identical to him. It was as precise as a photograph, even more detailed than a camera capture.

Everyone stealthily glanced in their direction with a scrutinizing look.

Yun Yue: "..."

She hadn’t expected this portrait to be mixed amongst the Five Fortune Paintings. Raising her eyes, she met a pair of deep, dark eyes that seemed to burn with a flame. The man’s thin lips were slightly pursed, revealing an indescribable desire.

Jiang Wenshan came to his senses, turned around and stared in surprise; how could his staff have included such a painting for exhibition?

His querying gaze turned to Yun Yue, who was arching her brows and looked roguish and wild in a certain direction. Without looking, he knew who it was.

He signaled to someone from the Painting Association, and immediately someone went to take down the portrait.

Gu Cong, who loved stirring up drama, spoke up, "Chairman Jiang, since the painting was displayed, it means it was meant to auctioned. Removing it now doesn’t seem right."