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Qiaolan also bent down and picked up a painting on the ground. The more she looked at it, the more surprised she became. She was full of praise and said, "Second Miss, Second Miss, were all these green bamboos painted by Mr. Yun? They are so similar. They are just like this."
It’s exactly the same as the real thing!”
Although Qiaolan didn't know how to paint, she was shocked when she saw the painting on the rice paper, which looked like real bamboo jumping into it. She admired Mr. Yun even more. He is indeed Mr. Yun. Drawing any bamboo is extraordinary.
If Fanxiang paints people, wouldn't it be more like a living person walking out of the painting, confusing the eyes of the world, and unable to tell whether it is true or false?
Su Jinxin held the rice paper in her hand and smiled without saying a word.
In the end, these painted pictures will be burned cleanly by Yun Yuanzhi, leaving no trace.
One famous painting passed down from generation to generation is enough. Too many are a burden.
This is the saying that rare things are more valuable.
If Qiaolan were to see Mr. Yun's painting that would be circulated in the world in the future, she would probably be even more stunned than she is now. Su Jinxin unfolded the rice paper, pointed to a painting in it, and explained to Qiaolan, "Here you go."
Look, the bamboo poles of these green bamboos are tall and strong. They are made in one go with a hard brush. They are continuous in the middle, and the slender bamboo branches are slanted
Inclined inward, with a gentle and elegant look, look here again, the bamboo leaves are stacked layer by layer, and should be dense and dense. The end of the petiole is slightly blunter than the end of the leaf, and then gradually the shades are appropriate. The most important thing in painting bamboo is the indifference and elegance of the mind.
Free and easy, not disturbed by the outside world, and rooted in the heart, the bamboo painted in this way is truly natural and untainted by dust."
Qiaolan half-understood what she heard, and said with a smile, "Second Miss, I don't know how to draw bamboo, and I can't understand it, but there is one thing that I can really see. You are painting every day in the mansion. It turns out you want to
In the future, we will follow Mr. Yun as husband and wife, hee hee..."
Su Jinxin blushed and hit Qiaolan's head with her bare hands, "How dare you make fun of your young lady? Believe it or not, I will reward you to the servant in the courtyard after I return home, so that you can also be a husband and wife, eh?"
." It seems that this maid is not stupid. She knows how to see the subtleties and has really won the heart of this young lady.
Wuwu... The second young lady is so bad, and he threatens her with this. In recent months, when the second young lady lost her temper, she said that she would reward the maids around her to the servants in the house. The timid Qinglan was even
I was so scared that I cried several times.
"Second Miss, I will not marry. I will serve Second Miss for the rest of my life. No matter where Second Miss goes, I will follow you. Second Miss, please don't leave me alone. Second Miss..." As he spoke,
, Qiaolan actually started sobbing softly.
Su Jinxin said helplessly, "If you cry again, I will no longer want you."
This Qiaolan could make her feel sad every time. Of course she knew that this maid would stay with her forever, sharing life and death, and sharing happiness and misfortune.
"Thank you very much, Miss Second." Qiaolan burst into tears and smiled, "I know you are the best, Miss Second, and you will not let me go."
Qiaolan was younger than her, but she had always served her wholeheartedly. She had gone through all kinds of hardships with her in her previous life. In this life, she only rewarded Qiaolan with some money and silk. Qiaolan was so grateful to her that she was sometimes too scared to ask for it.
, it is said that the master and his wife gave it to the second young lady, and she cannot go beyond the rules as a slave.
Su Jinxin's eyes were astringent, and he pretended to be dignified and said, "Grind it for me, Miss."
Ah, Qiaolan exclaimed in surprise, "Second Miss, do you also want to paint?"
"No, write a poem." There are paintings but no poems, which is ultimately a pity.
Su Jinxin smiled mysteriously, "Besides, this poem written by me, your second young lady, is not ordinary." She didn't have the beauty of her concubine Su Jinyan, and she didn't get the love of Mrs. Lin and Mr. Su, so why did she end up with her?
The concubine Su Jinyan is fighting, but now, she can first make a little impression in Mr. Yun’s heart.
Leaving some traces will prevent her from being completely defeated in the future without even a chance to make a comeback. I heard that her father, Mr. Su, has secretly reached a consensus with Mr. Yun. As long as Mr. Yun nods, her concubine Su Jinyan can
She married into the Yun family legitimately and became the young lady of the Yun family.
Now, although she has suppressed Aunt Xie's edge and allowed her to be grounded by Mr. Su and trapped in the room, this is only temporary. Soon, Aunt Xie will be able to come out again, and she will become more and more unscrupulous, fighting with
Arrogant and domineering, Mrs. Lin can't defeat her. In addition, once Yi'er's condition worsens, there will be no way to save her. Mrs. Lin will have no time to take care of herself, so how can she have the energy?
Stay with Auntie Xie and engage in intrigues. Yi'er is Lin's lifeblood. Without Yi'er, Lin becomes disheartened and loses interest in everything. What's more, with the Su family's vast wealth, Lin has never
She didn't take it to heart, because she was afraid that by then, Aunt Xie would not only be able to support Mrs. Su, but also be able to hold the Su family's property and kill Mrs. Lin and her.
But this kind of result is what Su Jinxin has always been worried about the most.
Once late autumn passed, she ran out of time.
Mr. Yun, now is her only chance to make money. If she loses the bet, she will have no choice but to be trampled under the feet of Aunt Xie and concubine Su Jinyan like in her previous life, and she will never recover.
Holding the pen in her right hand and holding her sleeves in her left hand, Su Jinxin started writing on the rice paper. The dots wanted to be sharp and round, the pick wanted to be pointed and sharp, the inside was square but the outside was round, the hook was half curved and half straight, and the whole line was coherent. The handwriting was beautiful, with small regular script in one hand.
She was written with great spirit, not inferior to any young lady from aristocratic families in Lin'an City.
"Qiaolan, why don't you grind it? Do you have the heart to let your lady grind and write at the same time..." Halfway through writing the poem, Qiaolan, who was grinding for her, suddenly started shaking all over and even tugged on her
Sleeves, Su Jinxin was greatly puzzled and quickly turned to look at Qiaolan, "What's wrong?"
This maid must not have seen ghosts. She was so frightened in broad daylight.
"Second Miss, Yun...Yun...Mr. Yun..." Oh my god, it's the legendary and mysterious Mr. Yun. He is dressed in white and has an elegant face. Qiaolan was shocked when she saw Yun Yuanzhi coming slowly.
Man, not only was her whole body shaking, but even her speech began to become incoherent.
It's Mr. Yun!
It is true that everyone in Lin'an City admires Mr. Yun. It is said that Mr. Yun is unparalleled in appearance and elegance. Everyone in the world surrenders to him when they see him, and they dare not feel blasphemous or offend him. Now that they see Mr. Yun's true appearance, they are even more...
It is a thousand times better than the rumors. I am afraid that no words in the world can describe Mr. Yun's nobility, elegance and immortality.
Isn't she dreaming?
It's just...it's just that Mr. Yun's eyes are too cold, as if he is distant from others, and his handsome face is like nine feet of ice. From a distance, she can feel a chill coming from under her feet.
Headache and coldness all over the body.
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