Su Jin sat at the table, reached out to lift the pen, and dropped it lightly, the ink was like a swimming dragon.
There are fields of leaves in the hibiscus pond, and a book with two branches illuminates the green spring.
"Good poems, good calligraphy." Zhao Xiyan praised with a smile: "It turns out that Miss Su practices bodybuilding."
Su Jin looked at Zhao Xiyan with more wonder in her eyes: "Exactly. When I was young, I learned Liu Ti. Later, when I got older, I liked to copy Mrs. Wei's "Ming Ji Tie" and "Wei Shi and Nan".
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Being able to see the calligraphy she practices at a glance shows that Zhao Xiyan is a real expert.
Zhao Xiyan said with a smile: "Miss Su's strokes capture the essence of Mrs. Wei's formation diagrams. They are as horizontal as a cloud formation thousands of miles apart, like the horns of a rhinoceros and elephant breaking the road, and like the crashing waves and thunder. I can see it at a glance.
, not surprising.”
Su Jin's eyes sparkled: "I wonder what kind of calligraphy Miss Zhao Liu practices?"
Zhao Xiyan is relatively low-key and modest: "My father is a master of calligraphy. I have copied various calligraphy with my father since I was a child, and I can write in various fonts."
Su Jin: "..."
Before Su Jin could say anything, a girl in a green dress couldn't help but said: "I'm not afraid of the strong wind blowing my tongue. Sister Su has practiced willow body facial expressions and is good at body defense, which is very rare. You just open your mouth and say
Isn’t it ridiculous that you know all the fonts?”
Zhao Xiyan smiled slightly, apologized to Su Jin, and took the one Su Jin had used without getting a new pen.
The hosta immediately spread a piece of white, brand-new rice paper.
Zhao Xiyan picked up the pen and put down the ink, and wrote the same two lines of poetry. The handwriting was strong, magnificent and powerful, which was exactly the style of Yan.
The hosta was spread out with nimble hands and feet. Zhao Xiyan still wrote these two lines of poems, but they were suddenly replaced by a clear and dredged willow style.
On another page, the same verses were clearly written in cursive script. The writing style was wild and powerful, penetrating the back of the paper.
The fourth picture is smooth and lush, but it is the cursive calligraphy that Xi Xuan, a master of female calligraphy, is good at.
The girl in the green dress was stunned.
All the girls stared wide-eyed.
Su Jin was shocked and watched Zhao Xiyan write six letters in a row before giving up.
Finally, Zhao Xiyan was merciful and did not write in Wei style. It was just a different font. Writing the same style in Wei style would provide the most intuitive comparison.
Zhao Xiyan smiled at Su Jin: "It's embarrassing."
After Su Jin was shocked, she quickly came to her senses and praised her profusely: "Miss Zhao Liu's calligraphy is the only one I have seen in my life. I will definitely ask for more advice in the future."
Su Jin is also a smart girl with a clear heart, so she can naturally detect Zhao Xiyan's emotionless expression.
Zhao Xiyan smiled and said, "I don't dare to ask for advice. Miss Su likes calligraphy, and I have been practicing it for ten years. When I have free time in the future, we can learn more and make progress together."
Su Jin nodded happily.
Zhao Queyu felt that her sixth cousin was almost radiating beauty, and her little follower was particularly majestic today, so she couldn't help but straighten her back.
Miss Ji Er had been concentrating on painting, her wrist was a little sore, and she was putting down her brush to rest. Seeing the movement here, she couldn't help but raised her voice and said: "Today there are fields of lotus leaves, the scenery is great, why don't Miss Zhao Liu paint one, let me
It’s also an eye-opener.”
Zhao Xiyan nodded slightly and walked to her painting desk.
There is no distinction between calligraphy and painting. Generally speaking, those who are good at calligraphy are more likely to be good at painting. Su Jin was impressed by Zhao Xiyan's calligraphy. When she saw Zhao Xiyan was about to start painting, she was full of curiosity and simply came over.
Zhao Queyu did nothing today and just followed his cousin to watch the fun.
Gao Pingping, even less willing to write, was watching from the side.
Zhao Xiyan concentrated for a moment and put the pen on the drawing paper.
Experts can tell the difference as soon as they make a move. Su Jin looked at it for a moment and then said with emotion: "Miss Zhao Liu's painting skills are not inferior to calligraphy at all!"
Zhao Queyu looked proud: "Sixth cousin is known as the most beautiful woman in Qingzhou. In fact, talent and learning are better than beauty. She is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
No one dares to say that Zhao Queyu is arrogant. Among all the ladies, Murong Yan is definitely the first in terms of chess skills, and Su Jin is the best in terms of calligraphy. Now Murong Yan and Su Jin are being compared to each other by Zhao Xiyan. This is a painting.
It depends on whether Ji Yunshu can withstand it.
Ji Yunshu, come on! No matter what, you have to fight for face for us ladies from the capital!
More and more girls were watching, and they happened to surround Ji Yunshu and Zhao Xiyan in the middle.
Ji Yunshu's painting already has an outline, and it is a lotus pond. Ji Yunshu patiently painted and colored it carefully. The green lotus leaves seemed to be blowing in the wind, with a few light pink lotus flowers dotted among them, and a lotus pod stretched out diagonally.
Lifelike.
This is definitely the pinnacle of her life.
After burning the incense, Ji Yunshu breathed a sigh of relief, put down his painting brush, and proudly waited for the praises of his friends.
Unexpectedly, each of them complimented her a little or two and then moved closer to Zhao Xiyan. She didn't know what Zhao Xiyan had drawn, but exclamations came from the girls from time to time.
It’s so irritating!
Ji Yunshu held back his breath, put down the brush, and squeezed past with the advantage of his body shape. He glanced at it and was stunned.
Zhao Xiyan painted a corner of a lotus pond, with several large lotus leaves crowded together. A pretty girl squatted by the lotus pond, sticking her butt out and rolling up her sleeves to pick lotus leaves. The girl looked aggrieved, as if she was about to cry at any time.
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The green lotus pond in her paintings is mixed with pink lotus and yellow lotus pods, which are bright in color.
This painting by Zhao Xiyan is an ink painting, full of interest, and the artistic conception is obviously superior.
Ji Yunshu resisted the urge to wipe his eyes with the back of his hand and said in a depressed voice: "Miss Zhao Liu's paintings are wonderful. I, Ji Yunshu, am convinced that I lost today."
Zhao Xiyan put down her paintbrush and before she could speak, she suddenly heard crying.
All the girls were stunned and quickly turned their heads.
I saw the pretty girl who was drawn into the lotus pond, covering her eyes with a handkerchief and sobbing.
Gao Pingping glared at her and said, "Why are you crying? Miss Zhao Liu has drawn you into the painting, you should be happy."
Only a few people saw her embarrassment before. Now, everyone here has seen it. Everyone is laughing at her in their hearts!
When Iris thought of this, she felt even more sad, twitching and crying and couldn't stop crying at all.
Woohoo! She was wrong! She was wrong from the beginning. She shouldn't have arrogantly gone to "apologise" to Miss Zhao Liu. If she could do it over again, she would definitely abide by her master's order to apologize and accompany her.
Instead of comforting her, the master laughed with the other girls.
Zhao Xiyan also smiled: "I just made a play and gave it to Sister Gao. Sister Gao just put the painting away so that no one can see it."
Gao Pingping was happy: "That's fine." Then he urged Iris: "Go and put the painting away."
Iris wiped her tears with her sleeves and went to the table to wait for the ink to dry and put away the painting. When she stood next to the table, it became even more funny when she interacted with the girl picking lotus leaves in the picture of the lotus pond.
