Xian Zijian nodded and said with some frustration: "Unfortunately, Zijian can only be similar in appearance, not even in spirit. It's just that at first glance it looks like Mr. Xuan's previous peony painting, but upon closer inspection it doesn't look right."
Xuan Yi was a little surprised. Ruyi had made it clear before that the peony painting he had made was stained with tea until the pattern was blurred and could no longer be used. Moreover, his mother also told him personally that she had instructed Ruyi to destroy the peony painting.
How did Xian Zijian redraw this peony picture? He even almost deceived him.
Especially considering the time required, even if he redoes the painting himself, he may not be able to complete it.
"What about the previous one?" Xuan Yi frowned and looked at Xian Ziqian.
Xian Zijian was a bit confused. The peony painting was really destroyed. I wonder if Xuan Yi would get angry again after seeing it? He felt anxious and reluctantly handed the ruined peony painting to Xuan Yi.
She stood aside and waited with uneasiness in her eyes but did not dare to look directly at Xuan Yi. She thought that if Xuan Yi got angry, she would pretend to be deaf.
Xuan Yi opened the picture scroll, and yes, it was indeed the peony picture he had given to Xian Ziqian before. Looking at the peony picture on the table, he could almost believe it was fake, "I didn't expect you to have this ability. I have never heard that you have learned it."
Music, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc.”
Xian Zijian saw that Xuan Yi had seen the ruined peony picture and did not get angry, so she felt more at ease, "Zijian has indeed never learned it, but since she was a child, Zijian has learned female red from her nanny and Sister Xiaochun. The nanny is not very literate, and Sister Xiaochun
Zi Yuan's mother had no time to take care of her, so Zi Yuan would copy some patterns and bring them back. Sometimes just one copy of some patterns was not enough. Sometimes the nanny and Miss Xiaochun would make some modifications to the pattern, and Zi Daan would have to do it once.
A single copying and modification, over time, Zi Yuan can make up the number. Unfortunately, Zi Yuan really can't paint, and he doesn't have the painting skills of Mr. Xuan. He can only draw pictures with similar shapes, but the feelings you want to express in the pictures
Zi Daan really can't do it, so she is frustrated. I wonder if these pictures will make you very dissatisfied, Mr. Xuan, if they are embroidered on clothes."
Seeing that the distress on Xian Zijian's face really didn't seem to be fake, Xuan Yi was very surprised. This stupid girl could actually see the feelings he put in the peony picture? No wonder his mother would also find out that such a stupid person
Even the little girl can see that her mother's worries are not exaggerated.
Xuan Yi reached out and kneaded the peony picture on the table into a ball, and said indifferently: "Forget it, it has been destroyed. I am not in the mood to paint another one. As you said, the feelings at that time are now
If you repeat it again, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it again, so go back."
Xian Zijian was startled and blurted out: "This peony picture is no longer embroidered?"
Xuan Yi nodded and said indifferently: "You can go back. I don't want to see you again."
Xian Ziqian was happy in her heart and decided not to embroider. She was not worried about time constraints, but worried that the peony picture would bring trouble to her sister. She would eventually marry Guan Yupeng. Xuan Yi liked her sister, but it faded away over time. He would
Even if she marries another woman, my sister should also live a good life as Mrs. Guan. This is best.
Listening to Xian Zijin's footsteps saying goodbye and leaving, just when Xian Zijin's feet were about to step out of the study room door, she suddenly heard Xuan Yi's indifferent voice asking: "Do you think this peony picture of my master is good or not?"
?My master, don’t listen to flattery, but listen to the truth.”