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In terms of painting skills, Su Jinxin is only a beginner and has only scratched the surface. Naturally, she is far inferior to the ladies from aristocratic families present who have been studying painting for more than ten years. But this is often the case. Learning too much about some things may not be a good thing.
If you know too much, you will be easily constrained, timid and hesitant, which will inhibit your performance. Su Jinxin didn't learn much, but she was confident. Even if she didn't draw well, she would admit it.
In this world, you only get one chance. If you miss it, you will regret it.
Of course, Su Jinxin has a skill that is different from ordinary people, that is, she has a photographic memory. Whatever she has seen, she can firmly remember it, such as this painting of Mr. Yun, his painting method, his
She has memorized the entire layout of the painting one by one, and since her rebirth, she has only studied how Mr. Yun painted bamboo, but not other things, because she knew that the famous paintings passed down from generation to generation were the ones she just saw in Mr. Yun's study.
That painting.
Although Mr. Yun personally wrote the question today, which was unexpected by Su Jinxin, it did not make her panic. Now, she only needs to follow Mr. Yun's painting method. Speaking of this, she still relies entirely on Fan Yi.
With the help of that stinky boy Chu, after all Mr. Yun
He has a unique painting method. Without him personally teaching him, it would have been difficult for him to even start painting. However, Fan Yichu calls Mr. Yun his uncle, and he has been learning painting from Mr. Yun since he was a child. With Fan Yichu's guidance,
It will be much easier for Su Jinxin to learn painting again.
Su Jinxin gathered his concentration and calmed down, followed Mr. Yun's painting method, painted a gourd on half of the painting, and filled in the remaining half of the painting one stroke at a time.
Painting is all about your heart.
Those who are good at painting are pure and true, without any turbidity.
Speaking of which, Su Jinxin was also opportunistic. It happened to be this painting, and the person who painted it happened to help her for some unknown reason. If it hadn't been for this painting, she would definitely not have been able to paint it; if this painting had also been painted by someone else,
When the lady from the aristocratic family saw it, it was certain that those ladies from the aristocratic family who had studied painting for more than ten years would definitely paint better and more vividly than her.
Liang Ying's face became gloomy little by little, while Miss Qian not far away was still calling her hastily, "Sister Ying, sister Ying!"
She didn't need Qian Yue to remind her, she had already seen that this second Miss Su came with bad intentions, but this second Miss Su had not yet reached the age of hair this year, how could she have such a deep city, it was really terrible, Liang Ying was embedded in
The cinnamon in the flesh was stained with blood, thinking of Su's death just now
Jin Xin pretended to be a pig and eat the tiger outside the Yun Mansion, deceiving everyone and making everyone lose their guard against her, thinking that she was just a dispensable little character. Unexpectedly, she was the one here in the end.
At her aunt's birthday party, her skills surpassed all others and became a blockbuster.
"Sister Ying, what should I do? That Su Jinxin...she...she painted the picture!" Miss Qian was so shocked that she almost cried. Before Su Jinxin painted, she said in front of many ladies from aristocratic families present,
The ladies swore an oath and said if there was any
If anyone can solve this problem, she is willing to worship this woman as her teacher and obey her in the future. Miss Qian becomes more and more panicked and asks Qian Yue to call the second young lady of the Su family, who is only fourteen years old, as her teacher.
Where will I put my face in the future?
When Liang Ying heard Qian Yue shouting in panic, her pretty face turned gray for a moment. Yes, she actually painted it. All the ladies from the aristocratic families present were helpless, but the unknown second lady from the Su family could actually turn Yun Biao off.
The painting was filled in by her brother, and the additions were made seamlessly, as if she and Cousin Yun had a mental connection. Every time she drew a stroke, Miss Su Er knew where Cousin Yun should place his next stroke.
How could she draw it?
How can you draw it!
Liang Ying's eyes were full of hatred. She had known Cousin Yun since she was a child, but she had never understood what Cousin Yun was really thinking. But Miss Su Er seemed to have never even met Cousin Yun, but how could she know
Cousin Yun’s thoughts in painting. Also, Cousin Yun’s painting habits.
She likes to pause for a moment on the green bamboo leaves. She has been observing it for several years before slowly figuring it out on her own. But Miss Su Er, without thinking, sketched out the style of Cousin Yun's painting.
, she didn’t believe it, this must be a coincidence!
The ink splashed on half of the painting gradually formed the painting as the pen tip in Su Jinxin's hand wandered.
“Great painting!”
Among the ladies and ladies from the aristocratic families present, no one knew who gave a heartfelt admiration, and this exclamation woke up the many ladies and ladies from the aristocratic families who had been stunned at the table, and the silence was broken. Some ladies from the aristocratic families
The arrogance was hit hard by Miss Su Er. Even if they
No matter how disdainful the disgraced Miss Su Er was, what they saw with their own eyes forced them to admit that this Miss Su Er's arrogance and arrogance were well worth it.
Such achievements in attainments and such spiritual talents are nothing short of divine creation!
Some ladies from aristocratic families began to take a new look at this daughter-in-law of the Su family. Although her appearance was ordinary, her bearing could not be concealed. But when they thought that Su Jinxin was not yet old enough to have a hairpin, these ladies from aristocratic families couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. It's rare, rare.
Ah, to be so understanding and well versed in world affairs at such an age, the second young lady of the Su family will definitely become famous throughout Jiangnan during the holidays.
Mrs. Gu's expression changed from initial astonishment, to surprise, to shock. It was complicated and difficult to understand. The second daughter of the third brother had not said a word for so many years, but when she made a move, she was shocked. She had painstakingly planned for more than ten years.
Year, why did you miss this important chess piece?
Among them, the most embarrassing one is Mrs. Yun. The dignified Mrs. Yun family not only said that Miss Su Er was insane, but also insisted that she could not paint. But the fact is that Miss Su Er could not only paint, but also
Moreover, this painting was far beyond her imagination.
How can she be worthy of being the wife of the Yun Mansion if she acts so arbitrarily?
The painting was saved, and Mrs. Yun also had an explanation in front of Mr. Yun and Mr. Yun, but Mrs. Yun's face was completely lost.
Mrs. Yun is a person who cares about face. In order to maintain Mrs. Yun's superiority in front of many ladies from aristocratic families, she said again, "Miss Su Er is really good at painting, but after thinking about it, Miss Su Er should also know that this Mrs.
The question just asked requires not only painting, but also poetry writing. Miss Su Er, are you sure about the half of the poem?"
Even if you, Su Jinxin, can paint, can you write poetry?
Everyone in Lin'an City knows that the second young lady of the Su family can't read a word. Even if the rumors are not credible, what the eldest lady of the Su family said personally can still be false. It requires an illiterate person to write the lyrics.
Fu, haha... this is not
Is it the same as playing the harp to a cow? Madam Yun was secretly proud of herself. She was sure that Su Jinxin would not be able to write that half of the poem. When the time came, she would use this to say that Miss Su Er's answer was incomplete and did not count as passing the test. This question was invalid and she would try again.
Ask a question to make a trade-off.
If it had been another young lady from an aristocratic family, especially her niece Liang Ying, who had painted this painting, Mrs. Yun would have naturally turned a blind eye and let her pass. But because it was Su Jinxin, the one who had just ridiculed her was
How could Mrs. Yun be reconciled to the second young lady of the Su family who had no son? No matter what she said, she would not let the second young lady of the Su family marry into the Yun family.
The hairy-haired girl is arrogant and dares to be disrespectful to her. Once Che'er marries this arrogant yellow-haired girl, and the old man passes the position of head of the family to Che'er in the future, wouldn't it mean that the head matron of the Yun family will be reduced to a teenager?
In the hands of a teenage girl with yellow hair, if she was asked to listen to the orders of a girl with yellow hair in her teens, she might as well be hit to death.
All the ladies and ladies from the aristocratic families present were well aware of Mrs. Yun's deliberate attempt to make things difficult, but no one would speak up to speak out in favor of Su Jinxin. Even Su Jinxin's eldest aunt, Mrs. Gu, pretended to be deaf.
After all, if Su Jinxin wins the first prize at Mrs. Yun's birthday party today and gets married to the Yun family, then their trip to the Yun family today will be in vain.
"Don't let her write poetry, don't let her write poetry...!" Everyone present thought that Miss Su Er was illiterate, but Su Jinyan yelled like crazy because she knew better than anyone else, even if she
People are slandering Su Jinxin everywhere, saying that Su Jinxin is illiterate, but it is undeniable that her second sister is not only literate, but also good at poetry. A few months ago, Mrs. Liu’s lotus appreciation banquet was her fault.
Only with careful poetry did he become famous in Lin'an City.
Su Jinyan's panicked shouting made all the ladies and ladies from aristocratic families present look at each other. What's wrong with the eldest lady of the Su family? Why is she so crazy?
Only Mrs. Gu was shocked. Could it be that the rumors were wrong again? The third brother's second daughter could write poetry? But I heard from the third brother and the servants in the Su family that the second young lady had been thrown into a remote place by her wife since she was a child.
In the small courtyard, no matter who asked, there was no teacher even for a day. So, who taught this girl Su Jinxin how to read and write poetry.
Su Jinxin threw the wolf brush in her hand to the ground. The ink dyed the plain clothes, but added a touch of ink painting.
His clear eyes were smiling, but his smile was getting deeper and deeper.
"Aunt Yun asked Jinxin to write a poem, how dare Jinxin disobey." If she had to write only this half of the poem, it would be too simple for her.
Su Jinxin's smile spread across her eyebrows and eyes. She was so confident, calm and calm, as if everything was under her control. Miss Su Er, like this, made all the ladies and ladies from aristocratic families present feel shocked.
Shocked and dumbfounded.
Mrs. Yun's expression changed in panic. Can she compose poetry?
"Miss Su Er, you are young and if you are too arrogant, you are not knowing how high the sky is." Mrs. Yun tried her best to suppress the panic in her heart and continued to laugh.
Su Jinxin smiled lightly, ignored her, and just ordered, "Qiaolan, give me a pen."
The dust rises from the steep mountains in the wilderness, and the green bamboos and green leaves become noble and pure;
The horizontal branches are clasped in knots and are about to fly into the sky, wandering freely in the middle of the mountain.
This half of the poem was written to Mr. Yun in the Yunqi Bamboo Path on Wuyun Mountain. Of course, this poem was written in the famous painting handed down in the previous life. As for who wrote it, she has no idea.
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