I fought back after reselling my engagement

The next day, after breakfast, the room was too stuffy, so Zhen Su placed her brush and ink on the table on the observation deck. Today, she wanted to paint a good picture of the scenery on both sides of the strait. Over the past few days, although she practiced calligraphy and painting every day, she was still not very good at it.

After picking up the inkstone and finding the feeling, she picked up the brush and walked away, concentrating and focusing, forgetting the time and place. Unknown to her, several people had gathered around her, including middle-aged scholars and young students, all of whom looked at the girl immersed in the painting with surprise or amazement.

Young Master Su was the most surprised that this young girl had attainments in calligraphy and painting far beyond her age. She was very proficient in the techniques and some of the painting techniques were quite similar to those of her family. However, her painting style was unique, gentle yet tranquil, vulgar yet elegant, profound yet poetic.

This "Morning View of the Grand Canal" took Zhen Su more than half an hour to complete. After it was completed, Zhen Su stared at it quietly, picked up the brush to render and round it out. If the ink was too thick, she would use clean water to absorb it, and if it was too light, she would use the brush to add more ink. This kind of technique is not found in the Su school. This is completely Zhen Su's own idea. She just thinks it is better this way.

She changed a pen and wrote a note to Zhi. Although she was a woman, her running script was as graceful as a flying dragon, with a toughness yet a sense of pride.

Zhen Su put away his brush and placed it horizontally on the inkstone.

The folding fan in Master Su's hand fell into his palm. "Miss Shu's painting skills are truly unique. This landscape painting is admirable in terms of both technique and style."

"Sir, you are too kind. This is a work that I created on a whim."

"Isn't this the best thing for the girl?"

Zhen Su shook his head and sighed, "I didn't bring my most satisfying calligraphy and painting with me this time."

Just this one painting was already amazing to them, but for her, it was not the best work. How high is her attainment in calligraphy and painting?

Master Su clasped his fists and said, "The young lady has prepared a complete set of writing materials."

This set of brushes was given to her by her grandfather. Seeing that she was quite talented, her grandfather spent a lot of money to hire a famous artist to make a set of brushes. There are twelve different sizes of brushes, from thin to thick. They are made of real wolf hair. Just one brush is worth a lot of money. Moreover, this is a complete set. Anyone who knows the business will know that this set of brushes alone is worth more than a thousand taels.

Master Su guessed that Zhen Su's identity and origin must be from a scholarly family, and that he was a person who was vigorously cultivated by the family. Both his writing style and technique had the aura of a famous master.

Master Su said, "Today I would like to borrow your calligraphy, young lady, and I will show off my ugliness."

Zhen Su took out the painting he had drawn and placed it flat on the railing around the drying rack.

Mr. Su wielded his brush, not to paint, but to write a picture of Li Bai's "Song of the Wine", which was unrestrained and flamboyant, with a majestic and heroic spirit. It was a running script, a rare piece of good calligraphy, like the blazing sun and the rolling rivers, with lingering affection in the enthusiasm.

"Good! Good—" A middle-aged man exclaimed twice, "Young people nowadays are really amazing. The girl's painting is amazing, and Mr. Su Mo's calligraphy is even better."

This middle-aged man was not staying in the upper-class room on the third floor. Zhen Su had seen this man before. When he boarded the ship in the capital, he came up and seemed to be staying in a middle-class room. Judging from the way he and Young Master Su looked, they seemed to be old acquaintances.

Su Mo, his name is Su Mo.

Zhen Su was quite familiar with this name, she had heard it before. Her mind turned and she suddenly remembered that this was the name of the eldest grandson of the eldest branch of the Jiangnan Su family, and also the young patriarch and future patriarch of her maternal family, the Su family.

When my grandmother was alive, she once said that the five branches of the Jinling Su family, especially the first and third branches, were famous for producing beauties, both men and women. The men and women of the first branch hated being praised for their beauty, so in order to lower their looks, the clan lady Tang was a plain-looking woman with considerable skills and abilities.

Tang had one son and three daughters. The three daughters were the eldest and the only son was the youngest. The three daughters looked like Tang, with more delicate features than beauty. The youngest son, Su Mo, looked like his father and grandfather, and was so handsome that he looked like an immortal.

Su Mo is not the eldest among his peers. His mother gave birth to three daughters in a row. If the fourth one was not a son, she would not even be able to keep her position as the head of their eldest house. Finally, she gave birth to Su Mo, a son, who happened to be extremely handsome.

Su Mo, whom I had never seen in my previous life, appeared in front of me in this life. He really lived up to what my grandmother said, "The young man on the street is as beautiful as jade." Standing next to him, he is the scenery. He can outshine the sun and the moon, and be more beautiful than a hundred flowers.

Middle-aged Scholar A clasped his fists and said, "Master Su Mo's calligraphy is truly amazing."

"What a good handwriting! It really has the style of Su Gong, which is rare to see."

Zhen Suzhi knew that this was a good character, but it was too rigid. There is a saying that goes: Too rigidity will easily break, and too straightness will easily bend. It should be softer.

Su Mo asked Zhen Su, "Sister Shuxian, what do you think of this word?"

"Reading the characters is like standing on a dangerous mountain. Each character has a strong and proud character. It is a rare and good character."

However, too arrogant handwriting is not a good thing. It is said that reading handwriting is like reading a person. Handwriting has pride and edges, but it is also easily hurt. It is clear and proud.

Not far away, Lu Yan silently watched a few people. They were commenting on Su Mo's calligraphy and praising Zhen Su's extraordinary painting. He was a rough man from a poor family. His own handwriting was like a dog's crouching. Even after following the calligraphy model, he still couldn't practice well. His handwriting was really not good. Even his younger brother Lu Wang wrote better than him.

The unprecedented inferiority complex turned into a tide, surging in my heart and could not be retreated.

When everyone was commenting, Zhen Su was mostly silent. She cleaned the brush washer, inkstone, etc., and then hung them on the pen holder to dry. She tidied up in silence and put away her paintings in silence.

The two middle-aged men didn't look like officials, nor were they ordinary scholars. They looked more like staff members. One of them was the person who boarded the ship with Su Mo yesterday, and the other two spoke and behaved like...

Zhen Su couldn't think of a suitable image. After a long time, he thought of the word "teacher". Yes, they are like those who failed to pass the imperial examination and became Juren, but they have been involved in officialdom and know a lot.

When they were talking about calligraphy and painting, there was a noise and the old woman shouted, "The distinguished guests in the superior guest room are having lunch."

Zhen Su tidied the table and said, "Everyone, I'll take my leave first!" She took the paperwork and the four treasures and went back to the room. When she came out, she saw Lu Yan had prepared the meal, so the two of them went into Lu Yan's room.

Zhen Su still gave the food she couldn't finish or didn't like to eat to Lu Yan. Over the days, she got used to it, and so did he.

Lu Yan asked: "Who is that good-looking young man?"

"Su Mo, the young patriarch of the Jiangnan Su family and the future clan leader." Zhen Su replied.

Lu Yan was slightly surprised, "Someone from your maternal family?"

"My grandfather was from the fourth branch of the family, and he was the son of the eldest branch. My grandfather passed high school when he was young, and he hasn't been back to his ancestral home for many years. The Su clan agreed to let my grandfather establish another branch in the capital more than 30 years ago."

We were once members of the same clan and branch, but not anymore.