Although Madam Xie disliked the original owner, fortunately, in order not to disgrace the Xie family, she would let her study and learn to read, write, play the zither, play chess, play calligraphy, paint, and embroidery with the other young ladies.
While not an expert in everything, they know a little bit about everything, so they won't embarrass themselves or bring shame to the Xie family when they go out.
Liu Moyang quickly ordered people to prepare these things. Shu Lan had been standing for quite a while, and her face was getting paler and paler.
He asked with unusual concern, "Does Madam need a doctor?"
Shulan saw that someone had brought over the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and even thoughtfully brought over a table and a bench. Xiao Cui began to grind the ink.
He waved his hand and said, "I know a little bit about medicine. You just need to get the medicine according to my prescription."
After saying that, he picked up a pen, dipped it in the freshly ground ink, and quickly wrote a prescription.
Everyone in their family practices calligraphy from a young age, partly to cultivate their character and partly to write prescriptions.
It is said that it was required by the ancestors to be passed down from generation to generation. Her grandfather did not want the skill to be lost in their generation, so the children of the Shu family started practicing the character "δΈ€" with a brush from the age of three.
After writing it down and letting the ink dry, he said, "Make seven doses according to this prescription."
After saying that, he began to concentrate on drawing the Divine Arm Crossbow.
This could not possibly have been her own creation; it was left behind by her ancestors. It is also called the Divine Arm Bow, a type of crossbow invented during the Song Dynasty.
The bow was 3 feet 3 inches long, the string was 2 feet 5 inches long, and the range was up to 300 meters. The arrow could penetrate half a shaft of elm wood. It was a powerful long-range weapon used by the Song Dynasty to resist the Liao, Western Xia, and Jin dynasties.
Since this dynasty doesn't have it, let her use her cleverness to her advantage and offer it to the Buddha.
Of course, she felt that this bow was still too big. What she drew was the latest version improved by the postmodernists, the kind of crossbow that even she could shoot with both hands.
It's true that a brush can't draw as detailedly as a pencil; you can only try your best to depict it.
She was so focused on her painting that she was completely unaware that a tall, slender figure had silently arrived beside them after hearing the news.
Looking at the crossbow she drew, a hint of surprise flashed in Leng Rui's eyes, followed by defensiveness and vigilance, and even murderous intent.
Shulan felt a chill on her neck...
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