I fought back after reselling my engagement

Zhen Su stood in front of the easel, changed a piece of paper and held the easel to find another scenery. From here, there were rockery, roses, butterflies, and flowing water, which was exactly the right place for the painting.

Zhou Yiqing said, "Girl, I'm hungry. Give me some of your candied fruit."

Chunyan handed it over, Zhou Yiqing held the candied fruit, and asked, "Why don't you go to watch the dragon boat race today?"

"The girl doesn't want to go." She did want to go, and she couldn't go if the girl didn't go. She had to be with the girl.

Zhou Yiqing asked: "Why doesn't your daughter go?"

"She said it was too noisy and it's better to be quiet here."

She really wanted to drag the girl to watch the fun, but the girl released her slave and made her a good woman today, which was a great thing. From now on, she would be a good girl, no longer a slave, and would work for the girl and receive her monthly salary.

"That's true. I don't like too much noise."

Seeing that she liked it, Chunyan handed over a packet of melon seeds and said, "This packet is tea."

Zhou Yiqing said: "The tea in Mingxianglou is very good."

Zhen Su painted for a while and soon got into the state. She painted more and more skillfully. She did not learn all the techniques and skills in her previous life, but after she was reborn three years ago, her grandfather saw that she was a promising talent, so that year he specially trained her in calligraphy skills with her cousins, and she learned all the essentials.

Because of the foundation laid in her previous life, her painting and calligraphy made great strides forward. Even her grandfather praised her paintings for their spirituality, unique calligraphy style, gentleness, tranquility, and elegance, which showed her great character.

Zhou Yiqing ate half a bag of candied fruit, so she wasn't hungry. She ate some melon seeds and chatted with Chunyan. When she found that Zhen Su was halfway through his painting, she couldn't help but be attracted to him, "Fanghua, come here. Zhen Er's calligraphy and painting are really good."

Zhen Su continued to paint, trying his best to put what he saw on paper. There was a rockery with green bamboo on the left, a cluster of roses at the foot of the mountain, and a cat staring at a butterfly, teasing it with its tail. It was quite cute.

On the rockery, there was a white and black cat from her painting, lying there basking in the sun with a lazy look on its face.

Fang Hua and Zhou Yiqing were attracted over, and soon other members of the calligraphy and painting society were also attracted over. They watched Zhen Su improve and render his works bit by bit, and his use of brushwork techniques was very skillful, yet somewhat different from theirs.

Zhen Su is not very old and has not yet reached the age of marriage, but she has the figure of a girl and a bit of baby fat on her face. She looks very much like her grandmother and biological mother, Su. It is for this reason that her grandfather loves her so much and thinks she is the shadow of his deceased wife and beloved daughter. He was reluctant to let her go and gave Zhen Yuan a good scolding. He only left after getting Zhen Yuan's statement and promise.

Zhou Yijun looked at the person, then at the painting, and his eyes were filled with admiration.

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Fanghua's eyes. She was already good-looking and more talented than herself. Who would look up to her in the future? Except for her background, she was inferior to this newcomer in every way.

Zhou Yiqing said: "Her rendering and detailed description techniques are different from ours."

Zhou Yijun said: "As for the art of painting, there are several factions in the world. She uses the techniques of the Southern School. Those who can use this technique must be the orthodox descendants of the Southern School."

Chunyan said, "The young lady's maternal ancestors, the Su family, were originally from Jiangnan."

A young man asked, "Is it the Su family who was the last Minister of Rites?"

"That's right." Chunyan replied.

Another young man said, "It's no wonder that it's his family. The Su family has a famous artist in their ancestry, who is an expert in calligraphy and painting."

"Before the old master left Beijing for his new post, the girl was raised by the old lady at her maternal grandparents' home. The old master taught our girl calligraphy and painting."

No wonder it can convey the poetic and spirituality of the Jiangnan misty rain, as well as the gentleness, grace, tranquility and elegance of the Jiangnan School of Painting. This style alone cannot be imitated by others.

It takes several hours or even days to finish a painting. She came here in the morning and worked until the afternoon, which took her two hours to complete her "Rose Picture", but she had not written any words yet.

Zhou Yiqing liked the painting very much. "Zhen Er, give me this painting. I will exchange it with my brother's painting."

Zhen Su asked, "Why isn't it yours?"

"You and my brother are equally good, mine is too bad, I...I really can't say it, I will trade my brother's landscape painting for yours."

A young man laughed and said, "Miss Zhou loves to collect good paintings. If you don't respond, she will probably not be able to sleep for a few days."

Chunyan looked at it again and again, "Girl, the color matching of your painting is not as good as the one at home. Is it because the brush is not easy to use? I think the one at home is much better than this one."

Zhou Yiqing thought it was great, and heard her maid say, "Do you have a lot of them at home?"

"Our girl loves calligraphy and painting. We have a lot of them at home, including landscapes, ladies, and flowers and birds. They are much better than this one. The cats are not as pretty as the ones at home, the butterflies are not as happy as the ones at home, and the roses in the painting are not as bright and vivid as the ones at home, but you all say it is good. I think it is not good. If it were at home, the girl would have thrown such a painting into the brazier and burned it."

Zhen Suxiao glared at him angrily and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Chunyan said: "I am clearly telling the truth, why are you angry with me, young lady?"

Zhou Yiqing said, "There are a lot of them at home, why don't you pick two for me?"

Princess Fanghua said, "I want two too. Go back and get the paintings. My maid will go with you and pick a few more."

"Let's all take a look at Zhen Er's calligraphy and paintings."

At noon, a servant brought tea and snacks, and everyone gathered together to eat.

Although Fang Hua had some grudges in her heart, she observed carefully and found that Zhen Su's eyes were bright and open, without any emotion. Zhou Yijun only had pure appreciation. The two of them had no intention of doing anything. She had seen Zhou Yijun a few years ago and practiced calligraphy and painting in order to follow in his footsteps, but she was not talented.

Half an hour later, the maid sent by Fanghua came back with Chunyan, bringing four paintings and calligraphy with poems and books. The maid wanted to take a few more, but Zhen Su's nurse was too shrewd and said repeatedly: "How can a girl's boudoir work be circulated? Because your princess and Miss Zhou like it, it is a gift from a close friend, so no more can be given."

Aunt Meng pulled Chunyan aside and told her carefully: "You can only give your calligraphy and paintings to your sisters and friends. Men dare not give them to you. The paintings there can only be given to your girlfriends. If they don't like them, you must take them back."

Private transfer is absolutely not allowed.

The maid picked out a landscape painting and a lotus painting. Fanghua loved lotus the most, so the lotus painting was picked especially for her.

She picked out paintings of plum blossoms and landscapes on behalf of Zhou Yiqing.

Zhou Yiqing was delighted when he saw the paintings. "These two paintings are not inferior to my brother's calligraphy and painting. The poems and calligraphy are good, and the paintings are even better. I like them very much."

Zhen Su Fu said, "My family is very strict, I have to go back."

After receiving Aunt Meng's instructions, Chunyan put away the rose painting. The other young men were quite envious. It could be seen that the rules of the Zhen family were very strict. They only gave calligraphy and paintings to Fanghua and Zhou Yiqing, and no one else got any. Because of the difference between men and women, it was not easy for them to ask for it.

Zhou Yiqing said, "My grandfather's calligraphy and painting are the best in our family. Zhen Er, I'll ask for it and give it to you next time."

Zhen Su said: "I would like to thank you here in advance. I often heard my grandfather praise the calligraphy, painting and poetry of Zhou Daxueshi and his son. There are very few in the world. It is difficult to imitate their elegant and beautiful style and their rhythm."