"I'm sorry, can I ask you a favor?" Liu Yun put down his pen and walked to Qin Yi.
Following Liu Yun's request, Qin Yi immediately sent his confidants to prepare what she wanted, but his brows became more thoughtful.
"What kind of trick is Miss Mu doing? Why don't you draw anymore?" Lin Yu looked at her in front of the case curiously.
"Piano art can rely on skills, but calligraphy and painting cannot. It relies on practice day and night. Is Miss Mu afraid of my sister?" Lian Churou, the concubine of the Lian family, covered her mouth and made fun, which was obviously meant to be sarcastic.
The words coming out of her mouth sounded like little girls playing around.
Before Liu Yun could refute, Lan Xi jumped out and said, "My eldest sister is not afraid of Miss Lian. Don't underestimate me."
"Haha, then why hasn't she done anything yet? My sister has already finished half of it." After that, she snorted quite proudly.
"Even if my eldest sister loses, there is still me. Don't underestimate our Mu family." Lan Xi finally said this.
It was really cold water poured from head to toe, Liu Yun thought to himself, this concubine really didn't expect her order at all, which is really sad.
While they were talking, the people sent by Qin Yi had returned, holding several small bowls and a kettle in their hands. Judging from the way he was holding them carefully, they must have contained some water.
He placed the things on the table in front of Liu Yun, took out a brand new purple hair pen from his sleeve, nodded to her, and then retreated.
Liuyun poured some ink into several small bowls, then took a kettle and poured some water into each small bowl. He picked up the Langhao pen in his hand and mixed the ink in several small bowls evenly, and then looked at it again.
Glancing at the boy who had just left, the man immediately nodded and walked out, wondering what he was going to get this time.
Unexpectedly, Liu Yun threw aside the langhao pen in his hand, lifted up his sleeves, and inserted his green-on-green fingers straight into the small bowl. After being stained with ink, he immediately drew on the rice paper.
He stood up and moved his hands on the rice paper at the same time. From a distance, it looked like he was playing the piano. From time to time, he reached into different small bowls to dip his hands in ink. His white jade hands were dipped in the dark ink, but he didn't look embarrassed at all.
Instead, it feels like a cute and naughty little girl playing, making people particularly curious about her paintings.
After about a moment, the boy led two servants over, each holding a basin in their hands. Liuyun looked at the paintings on the table steadily, nodded slightly, and walked downstairs.
He washed his hands in front of the person, wiped them with the brocade handkerchief on the basin, then returned to the desk, picked up the purple hair pen, dipped some ink on the inkstone, and wrote the inscription with almost no pause.
She finished writing the last word, Lian Wan'er had already finished it, the boy lifted her painting up, and the judges were full of praise.
What Lian Wan'er painted is a picture of hundreds of flowers blooming, with clusters of flowers vying for beauty. The charm is natural, interesting and ingenious. Although it is an ordinary picture of flowers, there is something unique about it. It is penetrating and lifelike, which makes people feel
There is a feeling of being in a hundred gardens.
"The breeze dances with the bright moon, and the dream falls among the falling flowers. In the mirror, the beauty and the flowers are reflected, and the years are quiet and wet." It is really the feelings of girls, but it is not just the feelings of girls.
Lian Wan'er smiled lightly. She was most confident in her paintings. Even Mu Lanxi, who was known as the most talented woman in Linyang City, could not compare to her paintings, let alone the one with no ink on her breasts.
Mu Liuyun was stunned.
However, when the boy beside Liu Yun lifted up her calligraphy and painting, she clearly heard the sound of people around her suddenly holding their breath. She frowned, turned her head to look at her calligraphy and painting, and then she also became confused.
Logically speaking, this is just an ordinary black bamboo, with slanting branches, dense leaves, mountains, rocks, bamboo and trees, water waves and smoke, nothing special.
I don’t know if it’s because Liu Yun doesn’t use a paintbrush but his fingers. Instead, he is more flexible and casual. He uses ink to moisten it, with rich and vivid shades. There is no order at all. Most of it is done casually, and it is obvious that sometimes it loses its shape. , but it also appears to be out of form and as if God is seeking help.
Many people like to learn to draw bamboo first when they learn painting, but it is not easy to draw ink bamboo well. Su Dongpo once said that to draw bamboo, you must first have a bamboo in your chest. Bamboo is the king of ink. However, people who have big hills and valleys in their hearts cannot compare with ordinary people. Therefore, there are many people who draw bamboo, but there are very few people who can really draw bamboo well.
"If life were just like the first time we met, it was just ordinary. At the end of the song, people dispersed, the prosperity disappeared, and the mountains and rivers were like paintings. The ink fragrance dispersed." Shen Yi murmured in a low voice, looking at the piece of ink bamboo as if he was possessed by a demon. This is Is this a poem that a fourteen-year-old girl should write? Why does she always give him the feeling of having gone through many vicissitudes of life, as if she has seen through the joys and sorrows of the world, and has been indifferent to them as the years passed by.
Qin Yi glanced at Liu Yun calmly. He always felt that this girl exuded a kind of charm that people couldn't take their eyes away from. He could imagine that when she grows up, she will be a stunning beauty, calm and elegant, with a faint smile and a charming temperament. Noble, he thought to himself, it seems that his master will have a lot of love rivals in the future. Thinking of this, he silently shed tears for his master, and inadvertently caught the eyes of Dongfang Jing, and both of them found amusement in the other's eyes. With understanding, in the end, they still looked away tacitly.
"Miss Mu wins this game."
Such a result is shocking and completely unexpected. No one would have thought that a young lady who everyone thought was just a sensationalist, who is obviously a ignorant person, could suddenly become so knowledgeable and talented. It is simply shocking. .
Liuyun ignored Lian Wan'er's stunned look and walked directly to Dongfang Jing, stretching out his hand, obviously asking him for a jade pendant.
Dongfang Jing sighed and put the Qinyu in her hand, thinking that it was lucky that it was not his Qinyu, otherwise it would be heartbreaking. This kind of ancient jade cannot be bought with money, but he did. He was becoming more and more curious about Mu Liuyun. How could she suddenly become so talented? Putting aside the piano skills for now, the ink bamboo painting alone was surprising enough. But he was a little curious. She suddenly became so talented. I switched to using my fingers to paint. Was it a clever idea, or was there another reason?
However, his thoughts obviously did not affect Liu Yun. Liu Yun walked up to Qin Yi again and bowed slightly to him, "Thank you, Deputy Villa Master Qin, for your help."
"It's just a little effort." However, his eyes fell on the original pens on the desk, and then he silently looked back and said to her, "Since Miss Mu won, then Murong Villa will allow Mu A promise, miss."
Amid the envy of everyone, Liu Yun smiled and sat back in his seat. Naturally, he did not miss Lan Xi's ugly face and another equally ugly face.