The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official Chapter 143

Chapter 143 What catches my eye is not mine

Mao Ya's eyes were unwavering.

Su Ruojin:…

The two girls behind him stepped forward, "Sister Ya did the right thing."

If they hadn't stepped forward to talk, Su Ruojin would have forgotten that there were two more girls beside her. For a moment, the four masters and servants looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, speechless, and they didn't know what to do.

The sun above his head moved to the west, and the wind blew through the mountains, bringing coolness to the mountains. Su Ruojin suddenly woke up. If he didn't return to the city, he would not be able to make it in time for closing time.

He stood on tiptoe and looked towards the street entrance. He regretted letting Uncle Shutong watch the excitement. Just as he was about to catch up, Zhao Lan appeared out of nowhere and said, "Don't look at it. It's your uncle painting at the street entrance."

Su Ruojin:…

There was also sketching in ancient times?

Now even those who didn't watch the excitement had to watch the excitement. She ran straight on her legs and ran towards the street.

Zhao Lan:…

When he met Su Yanzu, he was thrown aside by the young lady. This feeling...

In the princess's mansion, the spring light was warm in April. Princess Yuehua sat in the pavilion and leaned on the railing, watching the goldfish playing in the water and the mandarin ducks in pairs on the water. From time to time, she sprinkled a few fish food, and the goldfish from Chengjun crowded up and grabbed them. It was lively, but she was lonely and bored.

A girl went into the corridor and entered the waterside pavilion. She stood behind Princess Yuehua and saw her concentrating on watching the fish and waiting patiently.

It wasn't until all the fish food in the girl's hand was scattered that Yue Hua said leisurely, "How was it?"

The eldest girl quickly stepped forward and said, "Back to Your Highness, Mr. Su does not accept your kindness. He said..."

Yuehua suddenly turned her head, "What did you say?"

The eldest girl was intimidated by the princess's majesty and was speechless: "He...he said that meeting the princess by chance is not even a chance encounter, and he doesn't dare to reach out to her."

Yue Hua narrowed her eyes slightly. The girls on the side joined in the anger: "How can a ungrateful person pretend to be noble?" After saying that, he quickly changed his tone and said, "Your Highness, why don't you find someone to beat him?"

Yuehua turned her head to look at the girl who was speaking, her eyes were so stern that she was so frightened that she knelt down with a bang, not even daring to breathe.

The moon rises, the sun shines high, and the sky is clear.

What a person who dares not to climb high! Yuehua looked up to the sky and laughed at herself, "So what if you are a princess? I don't own anything that catches my eye. A strong man can do it, but what about my heart?" Can it be strong?

Su Ruojin finally squeezed into the crowd and stood behind her brother-in-law.

A large-scale freehand landscape painting has been completed in one go, indicating that he has been painting here for a long time. Judging from Su Ruojin's limited appreciation level, this painting is also quite good.

What kind of street is Wenshan Street? It is a street at the foot of Dongshan Academy. Most of the shops on this street are related to literati students. Almost all the shopkeepers and waiters who come out know some calligraphy and painting.

Su Yanzu's freehand color ink painting may appear to be just a few strokes, but the clear blue sky, green mountains, and black tiles and white walls of Dongshan Academy instantly catch people's eyes.

An appreciative shopkeeper couldn't help but nod his head, “It's simple but uncarved, unrestrained yet vigorous, it's great to paint, it's great to paint!”

Freehand brushwork embodies the unique ideological realm of Chinese people, focusing on the changes in expression and general form, abandoning some partial descriptions, and using brushwork to be simpler and more concise, giving people a bold and rich aesthetic conception.

When Su Yanzu finally finished writing, he paused with strength, and a red sun seemed to rise and set over Dongshan Academy, giving people endless imagination.

“Great painting!”

Suddenly someone cheered and clapped.

Everyone looked at the speaker, and someone recognized him as the youngest master of Dongshan Academy, Su Xiangheng.

After the boy put away his pen and ink, Su Yanzu turned around and bowed to the admirer, "Brother, you are so complimentary."

Su Xiangheng stood in front of the easel, admiring it carefully, nodding his head, and saying, "Sure enough, he is worthy of his reputation as one of the four great talents in Jiangnan calligraphy and painting circles."

Chapter end

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