So you can imagine what level her calligraphy is...
"But Miss Jin Yuan will manage the harem in the future, and she still needs to write some instructions occasionally..."
Moran added another sentence, pointing to the guqin in front of him and smiling: "This guqin is a relic left by the queens of the past dynasties. Every time there is a festival, the queen will play a song on the guqin to show the peace and well-being of the country..."
Jin Yuan really wants to look up to the sky and scream!
What kind of rules are these!
"Miss Jinyuan, please..."
Mo Lan ordered the palace maid to spread out the rice paper and polish the ink, just waiting for Jin Yuan to write.
Jin Yuan held the brush and stared at the rice paper in a daze for a long time, not knowing what to write.
When Mo Lan saw this, he smiled and reminded: "Miss Jin Yuan, why not just write two little poems..."
Write poetry?
What to write?
Jin Yuan thought for a moment and then wrote a limerick
Spring is not a day for reading, the heat of summer is a good time for sleeping
There are mosquitoes in autumn and snow in winter. It’s a good time to pack up books and celebrate the new year.
Although the poem is good, it's a pity that her handwriting is crooked
It took Moran a long time to understand it, and the smile froze on his face.
This handwriting is really not flattering!
"Miss Jin Yuan, have you ever practiced calligraphy and painting?"
Jin Yuan smiled and did not put down the brush: "I have practiced, but the teacher was so angry that he ran away..."
Mo Lan's face twitched, but he couldn't criticize face to face, so he could only smile and said: "Then Miss Jin Yuan, why don't you paint a picture for me to see..."
"Okay, look at me!"
Jin Yuan agreed wholeheartedly and started painting as soon as she picked up her pen
What I painted that day was not a landscape, nor a portrait, but graffiti!
After a few strokes, before Molan could see clearly what was drawn on the paper, Jin Yuan put down the pen: "It's done!"
Moran looked at the painting carefully and only recognized a gold ingot in the middle. He hesitated and asked: "I wonder what Miss Jin Yuan painted..."
"The God of Wealth!"
Jin Yuan pointed to the person in the painting and explained with a smile: "Look at this person and the big ingot in his hand, isn't he the God of Wealth?"
"Yes...really?"
A layer of cold sweat began to appear on Moran's forehead.
She did recognize Yuan Bao, but the person in the painting with no visible eyes, nose, and mouth... was he the God of Wealth?