Chapter 47 – Aristocratic Daughter VS Reborn Adopted Daughter (15)
During the time she spoke, people brought in items.
Yuan Xu stared at the items that were clearly not the previously well-prepared white jade Guanyin.
Soon, a table with a sheet of high quality paper was set up in front of Gu Shengyin. Surprisingly, it turned out to be the Four Treasures of of the Study!(文房四宝)
What did she want to do?
Cheng Yiru frowned. In her previous life, she did not hear about Cheng Xizhi making a contribution to Sinology.
It was nothing more than attracting the crowd. She comforted herself and pressed down the unpleasant feeling.
Clearly, many people’s interest have been hooked on wanting to see what kind of medicine she was trying to sell.
(T/N: ^idiom is used. Basically, they are trying to see what she is up to or what the surprise/secret is.)
Cheng Jia were also rather curious as they never knew that the youngest daughter was hiding something up her sleeve.
Gu Shengyin did not care what other people were thinking.
Since she was created, whether it were the Four Arts, poetry, wine making, brewing tea, she could be regarded as being proficient in all kinds of skills. Because she had a special interest in ink painting, in the previous world, Ji Yu specifically invited the famous artist of Tian Qi Dynasty into the palace to personally teach her.
(T/N: Four Arts: zither, painting, calligraphy, Go)
Later on, the elderly of Baishan personally acknowledged the artistic attainments in painting: The Empress was already not any worse than him.
Raising her hand from the fine paper, Gu Shengyin was somewhat dissatisfied. Although she already brought over the best brush and finest inkstone, in her opinion, the quality was much worse compared to to the previous world.
But, it was just passable.
Close the eyes, sink deep into the mind.
When she opened her eyes again, Gu Shengyin took the brush in her hand and swept it on the paper.
The guests were just watching and cheering her on. They did not hold much expectations. How much could you expect from a teenage girl?
Even if Gu Shengyin’s painting was only at an amateur’s level, as long as Cheng Zhensheng liked it, they would also praise her.
But soon, the disapproval in their minds were covered by amazement. These kinds of brush strokes and creative concept could not be seen personally. Who could have imagined that it could be written by a little 17 year old girl?
Among the guests, there were many who have studied Sinology. Once the painting was completed, their eyes have changed from being amazed to be obsessed.
If you aren’t already doing so, please read this at the original site, tranquil library dot com.
“Good!” With Gu Shengyin’s final brush stroke, someone eventually couldn’t restrain themselves and shouted.
Many people were still immersed in the artistic conception of the painting. Suddenly, they were interrupted by a person. Their hearts were not happy. They turned to look at the person who spoke, and immediately swallowed their complaints back.
“So, it was De lao.” Someone, who recognized the old man, spoke.
(T/N: lao mean old. So, De lao is similar to old man De.)
“The strokes are gentle, yet vigorous and strong. The lofty concept is far more profound, and the characters are vivid and lifelike yet not grandiose. Good, good, good!” Once he said ‘good’ three times, De lao turned his gaze to Gu Shengyin.
“May I ask who this little friend’s master is?” De lao‘s eyes were shining.
Gu Shengyin already prepared a good excuse a long time ago: “When this younger generation was studying abroad, I encountered an old gentleman named Baishan and followed him to study Chinese painting for several years.”
This old man from Baishan was the master who taught Gu Shengyin Chinese art. However, it was not in a foreign country, but in another world.
Sure enough, De lao thought for a long time, but couldn’t figure out who Mr. Baishan was.
It seemed to be a very able person living abroad in seclusion. De lao lamented in his heart that if the old gentleman could teach students like Cheng Xizhi, then he must be a great master.
“De lao, this painting?” Someone couldn’t help but speak up.
Gu Shengyin’s painting contained words that blessed a long life. The content of the picture was a Daoist immortal with a benevolent smile who held a peach in his hands.
They could only be considered half a layman. They would only feel good when they look at this picture, but they couldn’t say why.
Haha, I swear I didn’t plan for yesterday’s cliff hanger! It was all a coincidence! ^_^
Thank you for another coffee, M.! One more chapter for today~
This site now runs on ads. Please consider turning off your adblocker! YOU DON’T NEED TO CLICK ANYTHING! Ad revenue will be used to pay for website.
Thank you for your support!