The reborn prince's wife

"I'm sorry, can I ask you a favor?" Liu Yun put down the Langhao pen and walked in front of Qin Yi.

According to Liu Yun's request, Qin Yi immediately sent his confidants to leave to prepare the things she wanted, but there was a little more thought on his brows.

"What kind of tricks is Miss Mu doing? Why don't you draw anymore?" Lin Yu looked at her curiously as she stood in front of the desk.

"Qin art can rely on skill, but calligraphy and painting can't. It depends on day and night practice. Is Miss Mu afraid of my sister?" The words that came out of her mouth seemed like a joke between little girls.

Before Liu Yun could refute, Lan Xi jumped out, "My eldest sister will not be afraid of Miss Lian, don't underestimate people."

"Hehe, then why hasn't she done anything until now, my sister has already completed half of it." After finishing speaking, she snorted proudly.

"Even if my elder sister loses, there is still me. Don't underestimate our Mu family." Lan Xi finally said this.

It's really cold water poured from head to toe, Liu Yun thought to himself, this concubine really doesn't expect her order at all, it's really sad.

While they were talking, the people sent by Qin Yi had already returned, holding a few small bowls and a water jug, which seemed to be full of water from the way he was holding them carefully. He placed his things on the table in front of Liuyun, took out a brand new Zihao pen from his sleeve, nodded to her, and then backed away.

Liuyun poured some ink into several small bowls, took a kettle and poured some water into each small bowl, picked up the Langhao pen in his hand just now, mixed the ink in several small bowls, and then read Glancing at the boy who left just now, the man immediately nodded and walked out, not knowing what he was going to get this time.

Surprisingly, Liuyun threw the Langhao brush aside, lifted his cuffs up, stretched his jade-like fingers straight into the small bowl, and immediately drew on the rice paper after being stained with ink. Get up, both hands walk on the rice paper at the same time, it looks like playing the piano from a distance, and from time to time, they reach into different small bowls to dip ink, the white jade hands are stained with black ink, and there is no embarrassment at all On the contrary, she is like a playful and naughty little girl, which makes people very curious about her paintings.

After about a moment, the young man brought two servants over, each of them took a clean basin in their hands, Liu Yun stared fixedly at the painting on the desk, nodded slightly, and went down Washing hands in front of people, took the brocade handkerchief on the basin and wiped it clean, then went back to the table, picked up the Zihao pen, dipped some ink on the inkstone, and wrote inscriptions with almost no pause.

After she finished writing the last word, Lian Wan'er had already completed it. The servant lifted up her painting, and the judges were full of praise.

What Lian Wan'er painted is a picture of hundreds of flowers blooming, clusters of flowers contending for splendor, the charm is natural, witty and ingenious. Although it is an ordinary picture of hundreds of flowers, it also has its unique features. It is so vivid and lifelike. There is a feeling of being in a hundred gardens.

"The breeze dances to the bright moon, and the dream falls among the flowers. In the mirror, the beautiful woman and the flower face each other, and the years are quiet and beautiful." It really is the feelings of a girl, but it is not just a girl's feeling.

Lian Wan'er smiled lightly. She is most confident in her paintings. Even Mu Lanxi, who is known as the most talented woman in Linyang City, her paintings are not as good as hers, let alone the illiterate Mu Liuyun.

However, when the servant next to Liu Yun lifted up her calligraphy and painting, she obviously heard the sound of the people around her suddenly holding their breath, she frowned, turned her head to look at her calligraphy and painting, and lost her mind in a daze.

It stands to reason that this is just an ordinary black bamboo with horizontal and slanted branches, dense and leafy branches, mountain carnations, water waves and misty clouds, nothing special.

I don't know if it's because Liu Yun didn't use a brush but his fingers, instead, he was more flexible and casual, using ink to moisten and drip, the shades are rich and spicy, and he didn't have any rules. , but it seems out of shape and seeks to be divine.

Many people like to learn how to draw bamboo first, but it is not easy to draw ink bamboo well.Su Dongpo once said that to paint bamboo, you must first have a mature bamboo in your heart, and you must have the heart of a gentleman in your chest before you can swipe it on the scroll and make the ink bamboo the ink king.However, those who have big hills and valleys in their hearts can't be compared with others. Therefore, there are many people who paint bamboo, but there are very few people who can really paint bamboo well.

"If life is just like the first time you saw it, then the way was just ordinary. At the end of the song, people are gone and the prosperity is gone, and the mountains and rivers are picturesque and the fragrance of ink is gone." Shen Yi murmured in a low voice, staring at the piece of black bamboo as if in a trance. Should a 14-year-old girl write poetry?Why does she always give him a feeling of going through vicissitudes, as if she has seen through the joys and sorrows of the world, and she treats him indifferently when she is lost in Jinnian.

Qin Yi swept Liuyun calmly, always felt that this girl exuded a charm that people couldn't take his eyes off. He could imagine that when she grows up, she must be a magnificent and beautiful woman, calm and elegant, with a faint smile and temperament Noble, he thought to himself, it seems that his master must have a lot of rivals in love in the future, thinking of this, he silently shed tears for his master, and inadvertently met Dongfang Jing's eyes, both of them found the joke in each other's eyes Reconciled, in the end, they tacitly turned their eyes away.

"Miss Mu won this round."

Such a result is shocking and completely unexpected. No one would have thought that the young lady who is considered by everyone to be just a sensationalist should be a person who knows nothing, why she suddenly becomes so knowledgeable and versatile, which is simply surprising. .

Liu Yun ignored Lian Wan'er's dumbfoundedness, walked up to Dongfang Jing, and stretched out his hand, obviously asking him for a jade pendant.

Dongfang Jing sighed, and put Qinyu in her hands, thinking that it was fortunate that it wasn't his Qinyu, otherwise he would be so distressed. This kind of ancient jade can't be bought with money, but he did. I became more and more curious about Mu Liuyun, how could she suddenly become so talented, leaving aside the mention of Qin Yi, just talking about the black bamboo is enough to make people surprised, but he was a little curious, she suddenly Is the switch to painting with fingers a coincidence, or is there another reason.

However, his thoughts obviously did not affect Liu Yun, and 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 Langhao pens on the table, and he silently looked back, and said to her, "Since it is Miss Mu who won, Murong Villa will allow Mu to win." Miss a promise."

Amid the envy of everyone, Liu Yun smiled and sat back in his seat, naturally he didn't miss Lan Xi's ugly face, and another equally ugly face.