Chapter 47 The Wealthy and Noble Women VS Reborn Daughters (Fifteen)

As Gu Shengyin spoke, people carried things up one after another.

Yuan Xu took a closer look and saw that these were clearly not the white jade Guanyin prepared earlier.

Soon, Gu Shengyin had a table set up in front of him, and a good piece of rice paper was placed on top of it. It turned out to be the Four Treasures of the Study!

What does she want?

Cheng Yiru frowned, she had never heard of Cheng Xizhi's achievements in Guoxue in her previous life.

It's just grandstanding. Favorite. That's all. She comforted herself, in order to suppress the bad premonition in her heart.

Obviously, many people were aroused by Gu Shengyin and wanted to see what medicine she was selling in the gourd.

The Cheng family was also quite curious. They never knew that the youngest daughter was still hiding such a hand?

Gu Shengyin doesn't care what others think.

Since she was created, she can be considered to be proficient in all kinds of skills, whether it is piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flower tea, and because she is particularly interested in ink painting, Ji Yu in the last world specially invited Bai Shan, a famous painting master of the Apocalypse Dynasty, to personally Entering the palace to teach.

In the later period, the old man of Baishan personally admitted that Shan Lun's attainment in painting was no less than that of the Empress.

Raising his hand and brushing it over the rice paper, Gu Sheng was a little dissatisfied. Although she had just sent her the best pen, ink, paper and inkstone, in terms of quality, it was still a lot worse than what she used in the last world.

However, it's also unsatisfactory.

Close your eyes, calm your heart.

Opening his eyes again, Gu Sheng swiped his brush on the rice paper.

Originally, all the guests were just watching to join in the fun, and they didn't have much expectations. What kind of accomplishments can a teenage girl expect?

Even if Gu Shengyin's paintings are only amateur level, as long as Cheng Zhensheng says he likes them, they will praise them.

But soon, the disapproval in their hearts was overwhelmed by exclamation. If you hadn't seen this kind of brushwork, if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that it was the handwriting of a 17-year-old girl?

Among the guests, there are many people who have a deep understanding of Chinese studies. With the completion of the painting, their eyes have changed from amazement to obsession.

"Okay!" With the completion of Gu Shengyin's last stroke, someone finally couldn't help but shouted ok.

Many people were still immersed in the artistic conception of the painting, when they were suddenly interrupted, they were unhappy.

"It turned out to be Mr. De." Someone recognized the old man who was speaking.

"The brush is soft yet vigorous, the artistic conception is high and far-reaching, and the characters are lifelike without being exaggerated. Good, good, good!" Mr. De said three good words in a row before turning his eyes to Gu Shengyin.

"I don't know where Cheng Xiaoyou is a teacher?" Mr. De Lao's eyes were burning.

Gu Shengyin took out his prepared remarks: "When the junior was studying abroad, he met an old gentleman named Baishan and studied Chinese painting with him for many years."

This Baishan old man is the teacher who taught Gu Shengyin Chinese painting. But not abroad, but in another world.

Sure enough, Mr. De pondered for a long time, but couldn't figure out who this Mr. Bai Shan was.

It seems to be an expert who lives in seclusion abroad. Mr. De lamented in his heart that if he could teach a student like Cheng Xizhi, that old gentleman could be called a great master of a generation.

"Mr. De, this painting?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

Gu Shengyin painted a picture of congratulations on his birthday. The content of the painting is of an old fairy with a kind smile holding a peach in his hand to celebrate his birthday.

They can only be regarded as half laymen, and they only feel good when they look at this painting, but they can't say why.