Chapter 143 What I See Is Not My
Mao Ya's gaze remained firm and unwavering.
Su Ruojin: ...
The two girls behind her stepped forward and said, "Sister Ya is right."
If they hadn't come forward to speak, Su Ruojin would have forgotten that there were two more maids around her. For a moment, the master and servants, a group of four, stared at each other in silence, not knowing what to do.
The sun moved westward above her head, and the wind blew over the mountains, bringing coolness from the mountains. Su Ruojin suddenly woke up and realized that if she didn't go back to the city, she would miss closing time.
Standing on tiptoe, he looked towards the street corner, regretting letting Uncle Shu Tong go to watch the fun. Just as he was about to catch up, Zhao Lan appeared from nowhere and said, "Don't look anymore. It's your uncle who's painting at the street corner."
Su Ruojin: ...
Was there sketching in ancient times?
Now even those who didn't want to watch the fun had to join in. She ran towards the street corner as fast as her legs could carry her.
Zhao Lan: …
When he met Su Yanzu, he was thrown aside by the young lady. This feeling...
In the princess's mansion, it was April, spring and warm. Princess Yuehua sat in a small pavilion, leaning on the railing, watching the goldfish playing in the water and the mandarin ducks flying in pairs on the water. From time to time, she scattered a few grains of fish food. The goldfish from all over the county crowded up to grab the food, but she was bored.
A maid went up the corridor, entered the pavilion, and stood behind Princess Yuehua. She saw that she was watching the fish intently and waiting patiently.
Only after the fish food held by the girl was scattered away did Yuehua slowly ask, "How is it?"
The eldest girl stepped forward quickly and said, "Your Highness, Master Su does not accept your kindness. He said..."
Yuehua turned her head suddenly and asked, "What?"
The eldest girl was frightened by the princess's majesty and stuttered, "He...he said that he and the princess were not even...merely acquainted, and he didn't dare to marry her."
Yuehua narrowed her eyes slightly.
The maidservant at the side even joined in the indignation: "Why is this ungrateful guy pretending to be noble?" After saying that, she quickly changed her tone, "Your Highness, how about this servant find someone to give him a beating?"
Yuehua turned her head and looked at the girl who was talking. Her eyes were so fierce that the girl was so scared that she fell to her knees with a thud, not daring to breathe.
The moon is rising, the sun is shining brightly, and the sky is clear.
What a dare not to reach high! Yuehua looked up to the sky and laughed at herself, "So what if you are a princess? The one who catches my eye is not mine. I can force a man, but what about his feelings? Can I force him?"
Su Ruojin finally squeezed into the crowd and stood behind her uncle.
A large freehand landscape painting was completed in one go, indicating that he had been painting here for quite a while. Considering Su Ruojin's limited appreciation level, this painting was also quite good.
What is Wenshan Street? It is the street at the foot of Dongshan Academy. Most of the shops on this street are related to literati and students. Almost all the shop owners and waiters who come out of the street know something about calligraphy and painting.
Su Yanzu's large freehand colored ink painting may seem to be drawn with just a few strokes, but the Dongshan Academy with its blue distant sky, green nearby mountains, and black tiles and white walls has distinct layers that instantly jump into people's eyes.
A shopkeeper with great appreciation kept nodding his head, "It's simple and unadorned, unrestrained and rich. It's a good painting, a good painting!"
Freehand brushwork embodies the unique ideological realm of the Chinese people, emphasizes the changes in expression and overall form, abandons certain partial descriptions, and uses a simpler and more refined brushstrokes, giving people a bold and profound aesthetic conception.
When Su Yanzu put his pen to rest, he paused for a moment, and a red sun seemed to rise and fall over the Dongshan Academy, giving people endless imagination.
“Nice painting!”
Suddenly someone cheered and clapped.
Everyone looked towards the person who spoke, and someone recognized him as the youngest teacher in Dongshan Academy - Su Xiangheng.
The servant put away the writing brush and ink, and Su Yanzu turned around and bowed to the admirer, "Thank you for your praise, brother."
Su Xiangheng stood in front of the easel, admired it carefully, nodded constantly, and kept saying, "As expected, he is worthy of being one of the four great talents in Jiangnan calligraphy and painting. He is worthy of the title."
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