As soon as we arrived at Ge Jiahui's courtyard, we heard her laughing and joking: "I heard from my eldest sister-in-law that my sister's painting skills are amazing. I wonder if I would be honored to have my sister paint a picture of a lady?"

"...I don't know how much the Ge family sister wants. I'm afraid my sister's humble work won't be able to catch my sister's eye."

Although her painting skills are first-rate, she generally does not paint for others. This is not only because she dislikes trouble, but also because of the habit she developed in her previous life.

"How dare you make any demands? As long as the younger sister draws something, she will definitely like it." When Ge Jiahui looked at Gu Jinshu, her eyes were filled with stars, and she felt that her whole person was filled with a vigorous and upward vitality.

"……good."

Gu Jinshu felt that Ge Jiahui was simply poisonous. The girl couldn't understand the rejection in her words. What she just said was obviously a polite refusal!

However, even though there were thousands of words in my heart, they turned into just a few tears at this moment.

After the maid prepared paper and pen, Ge Jiahui found a nice position and sat down, staring at Gu Jinshu with burning eyes.

Half an hour later, a portrait of a woman appeared vividly on the scroll, and upon closer inspection, it was clear that the person was Ge Jiahui.

Seeing her standing there writing in astonishment, Ge Jiahui, who was sitting, finally moved her sore body and asked with some concern: "How much longer will it take?"

If she had known how painful it was, she would not be so smart.

"A quarter of an hour."

Although Gu Jinshu usually looks a little lazy, she is a person who pursues perfection in her painting skills, so she doesn't paint. If she paints, she will paint with her heart.

This is a habit developed over the years, and it really can't be changed for a while. Therefore, even if she repeatedly warned herself that this was not the writing power of a thirteen-year-old child, she still couldn't control it.

After hearing what she said, Ge Jiahui glanced at the back room, pursed her lips and smiled a little weirdly, like a greedy cat who had succeeded in stealing sex.

A quarter of an hour later, Ge Jiahui was finally able to move. As soon as she could move, she jumped in front of Gu Jinshu. When she looked at the person in the painting, her eyes suddenly froze, and her eyes looked at Gu Jinshu a little more seriously.

When she heard from her eldest sister-in-law that she was very good at painting and calligraphy, she just chuckled. After all, she herself was a good artist, although not the best, but she could still be praised.

But seeing Gu Jinshu's painting skills today, she realized that every mountain is higher than the next.

"Did you learn your painting skills from a teacher?"

Look at this technique, if it weren't for the guidance of a famous teacher, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the skills I have now. Of course, if you don't have talent, even if you have the guidance of a famous teacher, it will be in vain.

She is afraid that she has such ability because of both.

"I once studied with the gentleman hired by my family for a while, but it has been somewhat neglected since he left the mansion."

Naturally, Gu Jinshu couldn't tell her that she learned her painting skills from the palace painter when she was bored in her previous life, so she had to find a reason to expose the matter.

"Your husband must be a truly talented and learned master."

Nowadays, there are indeed many people who are seeking fame and reputation, but because of their reputation, there are also many people who come here because of their fame.

"Sir is indeed very powerful."

Gu Jinshu stayed in Ge Jiahui's courtyard for about an hour, and finally left Ge's house after she repeatedly persuaded her to leave. After sending the person out, she returned to her courtyard, walked lightly to the closed door of the back room,

Open your hand and push it away gently.

"Can you see anyone?"

She originally asked enthusiastically, but she saw that the man's head was tilted on the chair, his eyes were tightly closed, and the book in his hand was still tightly held.

Seeing his appearance, Ge Jiahui looked like she hated iron, and walked quickly in front of him and kicked his feet: "I have been worried about your marriage, look at your attitude.

"

Ge Jiaxu yawned, turned around and fell asleep on the other side without even drooping his eyelids.

"Ge Jiaxu."

"You are yelling and disrespecting your brother. I'm afraid I have to go to my grandmother's house and ask her to find a ceremonial nun for you."

"..."

For a moment, Ge Jiahui felt that there was something wrong with the person in front of her. Who was she doing this mentally and physically for?

"You really didn't even look at it?"

She had spent a lot of time tricking him into coming here, but he actually kept his eyes closed the whole time? With this look, it’s no wonder that no one cares about him even after he is seventeen or eighteen years old.

Listening to her anxious and angry tone, Ge Jiaxu slowly raised his eyelids and sighed helplessly: "When will your personality as a matchmaker change?"

"...Do you dislike me for being nosy?"

If she hadn't kept talking to her mother about how good Gu Jinshu was, these words would have fallen into her ears.

She couldn't stop looking at it, and she didn't want to get into trouble.

Of course, she also had selfish motives. After all, it would be great to have such a beautiful girl in her home, at least it would be pleasing to the eye.

"Don't dare." As soon as Ge Jiaxu's voice fell, Ge Jiahui rolled her eyes. Why did she feel that he was a little yin and yang?

Fortunately, she was not that stingy person. She walked to the small table with steps, took the scroll in front of her in her hand, and ran inside: "Let you take a look at her."

A painting of a beautiful lady.”

"What's there to see..."

Ge Jiaxu glanced at her very indifferently, and he swallowed his words halfway. His lazy eyes showed a rare serious look, and his lazy body sitting on the chair began to straighten up.

The children of the Ge family all pay attention to internal cultivation, so whether it is Ge Jiaming, Ge Jiaxu, or even Ge Jiahui, they all have a unique feeling for calligraphy and painting. This is why the two brothers and sisters had the same expression when they saw this painting for the first time.

"How is it? Can you keep up with your second brother?"

Among the brothers and sisters, only Ge Jiaxu has the most exquisite painting skills, but he has never shown it in front of outsiders, so only few people know about it.

"How old is she?"

"Thirteen."

"impossible."

Ge Jiaxu's voice suddenly rose several degrees. He was not a shallow person, nor had he ever seen so-called geniuses. After all, he himself was a geek. But how could a thirteen-year-old girl have such skills? It was simply incredible.

Arabian Nights.

"I watched her paint with my own eyes. As for her age, I can't lie."

Ge Jiahui squinted her eyes and stared at her brother strangely, not understanding why he was so sure.

"..."

His pair of bright eyes were instantly stained with several layers of gray mist, making the pair of deep eyes even more mysterious.

"But do you regret not seeing the human face?"
Chapter completed!