n was constantly thinking. Wāng Qiūyáng had actually decided to make a move against Yè Fán on the spur of the moment. This was too sudden, completely disrupting his plans.At the beginning, they had a...First, let's not dwell on Lao Mo's feelings. Now, let's talk about Ye Fan. After seeing Lao Mo appear, Xiao Li obviously stuck close to him. Knowing that it was impossible to get information about the owner of the painting from her anymore, she took the painting and walked away.

But just as he turned, he saw Ma Xiaobai slumping over towards him with a dejected expression, still clutching the set of paintings he had given him. His face was contorted in sorrow.

"What's wrong Aren't you going to steal Zeng Xiaogun's limelight"

Ma Xiaobai saw it was Ye Fan, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh: "Don't mention it. Zeng Xiaojun got another quota from somewhere again, then went behind a painting to try to make a name for himself. Of course, I couldn't let him get his wish. What if the woman behind the ancient painting was Mo Shen What should I do"

"So I jumped in ahead of him and answered that lord's question, but unexpectedly, I was beaten back to my original form by that woman in just a few moves," Ma Xiaobai said dejectedly.

The so-called "Master of the House" actually refers to the ten female guests hidden within the secret chambers of calligraphy and painting.

In their field, Ma Xiaobai wasn't the best student and he didn't have as much talent as Zeng Xiaojun. Though he was confident in his calligraphy skills, he never expected to be beaten so badly right from the start. How could he not be depressed

And what's even more frustrating is that, to this day, his rival hasn't come out yet. This left Ma Xiaobing feeling a deep sense of frustration.

Ye Fan found it rather amusing. This little Marco seemed to be quite the emotional person, but perhaps such a personality meant he lacked any real scheming. He appeared to be an honest and straightforward individual.

"Look, who's that" Ye Fan suddenly pointed in that direction.

Ma Xiaobing turned his head and saw a small man with gold-rimmed glasses, stumbling out of the ancient painting in embarrassment. Ma Xiaobing exclaimed with delight: "Haha, I didn't expect this Zeng Xiaojun to lose so quickly, haha. So-called high achievers are nothing more than that, hmph."

Ma Xiaobing's gloating expression, where was the slightest hint of distress now

It seems this is still a harmful and self-defeating person, Ye Fan thought to himself, and walked directly towards the ancient painting.

Ma Xiaobai shouted from behind, "Brother, that Pavilion Master over there is a formidable character. Don't go!"

Ye Fan waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll go take a look." His footsteps didn't stop.

There are ten female guests here, all covered in veils. Ye Fan doesn't know which one is Mo Shennv. However, a long line has already formed in front of the nearby secret pavilions. Ye Fan doesn't want to wait that long, so he might as well try his luck randomly. Anyway, he doesn't know which pavilion houses Mo Shennv.

Ye Fan arrived at the Seventh Calligraphy and Painting Pavilion. This place was slightly different from others, as there were fewer people here. It wasn't that the pavilion master here was less attractive than others, but it was said that the questions asked by this pavilion master were usually very difficult, and ordinary people would be turned away in two or three rounds.

That's why it doesn't seem like many people come here.

Upon arriving at this darkened chamber, Ye Fan saw a traditional Chinese ink painting laid out before him. The painting depicted a majestic horse with a handsome young man sitting astride it, fanning himself nonchalantly, appearing carefree and elegant. Behind the horse were several butterflies fluttering gracefully among the blossoms.

Ye Fan was stunned. This painting seemed familiar to him.

A sweet female voice came from behind the darkened curtain, "You only have one chance to answer my question. Are you prepared"

The voice was very pleasant, like flowing water over a small bridge. It sounded like the singer had good technique and might even be a popular artist. However, Ye Fan couldn't shake the feeling that he'd heard this voice before.

It feels like this could be the goddess Mo herself.

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't have many chances to interact with Mo Nü, Ye Fan still had a deep impression of her. She always acted swiftly and decisively, giving off a clean and efficient vibe. It was just that Ye Fan never had the opportunity to truly get to know her.

"Am I only able to see your true colors after answering your questions" Ye Fan knew that every time a challenger came to guess the painting, it would be different calligraphy and painting, and the female guest behind the painting would definitely prepare different questions. Therefore, answering them was quite difficult.

The woman giggled, "As long as you can answer my three questions correctly, you can lift my veil right here in front of everyone. Of course, I'll also agree to one small request from you, but nothing too excessive, oh"

Ye Fan swallowed nervously. Getting Mo Ziyan to kiss him in public was probably difficult, but holding hands wouldn't be a problem, right

Ye Fan said, "Okay, let's begin."

"First, tell me about the background of this painting. Pay attention to the names of people and events. If you get one wrong, you lose."

As soon as the woman's voice fell, Ye Fan felt a wry smile on his face. The question from this female guest wasn't difficult to answer if you thought about it strictly. Ye Fan knew that this painting was actually a subject given during a painting examination by an emperor of a certain dynasty in China. In the end, a candidate won first place thanks to this very painting. However, Ye Fan really couldn't remember which emperor it was or when and where this event took place.

If someone had a mobile phone and could use it to search on Baidu or something similar, they would probably be able to give the answer right away. But Ye Fan didn't know the question beforehand, so he couldn't just take out his phone to cheat in front of everyone.

It seems that relying on tricks won't work, I'll have to rely on my true abilities.

Ye Fan immediately fell into deep thought.

When others saw him, they thought he was dumbfounded and couldn't answer the question. Some even urged him to speak. However, Ye Fan couldn't hear anything at this moment. His heart had calmed down, and his mind was frantically searching for relevant memories.

Ye Fan had a unique ability from childhood: photographic memory. A string of dozens of digits, he could recite it instantly after just one glance.

After he went to Longya, he systematically learned some long-term memory techniques, which allowed him to extract memories he had seen before from the sea of consciousness. However, this process could take a long time, and in the eyes of others, Ye Fan seemed like a computer had crashed.

Ye Fan was certain, he had been taught this painting before. Now, he was piecing together those fragmented words and connecting all the information about it.

"You still don't have an answer" There was a hint of smugness in the tone of this female guest.

Yes, it's not difficult to get someone to give a general idea. But to talk about specific allusions and characters, that's hard, unless the person just happened to have seen similar paintings.

To the reader:

Happy New Yearthese things were too complicated, it was better not to get bogged down in the details.At that moment, someone patted Ye Fan on the back. A voice said, "Chairman, I'll toast you too. Let's not say any...