Qiaolan also bent down and picked up a painting on the ground. The more she looked, the more surprised she became, and she praised her, "Miss Second Miss, Second Miss, are these green bamboos painted by Mr. Yun? The paintings are so similar, they are exactly the same as they are!"

Although Qiaolan didn't know how to paint, she saw the painting on rice paper that seemed to be real green bamboos and jumped into it. She was shocked and admired Master Yun even more. She was worthy of being Master Yun. Anyone who painted a bamboo would be extraordinary. If she was a painter, wouldn't she be even more a living person who walked out of the painting and confused the eyes of the world, and couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

Su Jinxin held the rice paper in her hand, smiling without saying a word.

At the end, these painted paintings will be burned clean by Yun Yuanzhi, leaving no traces left.

One famous painting that has been passed down from generation to generation is enough. If there are too many, it is a burden.

This is the reason why things are precious because they are rare.

If Qiaolan saw the painting that Prince Yun was circulating in the world in the future, she would probably be more shocked than she is now. Su Jinxin spread the rice paper, pointed to a pair of paintings, and explained to Qiaolan, "Look at it, the bamboo poles of these green bamboos are tall and tough, and are made in one go with a hard brush, constantly in the middle, while the slender bamboo branches tend to be inward and gentle and elegant. Look here, the bamboo leaves are layered and layered, and they must be sparse and dense, with a slightly blunt point on one end of the petiole than the tail end of the leaf, and then they will gradually become thick and thin. The key to painting bamboo is to be indifferent, elegant and free, not disturbed by the outside, but in the original heart. The bamboo drawn in this way is truly natural and not stained with dust."

Qiaolan could understand half or not, and laughed, "Miss. Second Miss, I don't understand how to draw bamboo, and I don't understand it, but there is something that I really see. You painted in the mansion every day. It turns out that you want to follow Mr. Yun in the future, hehe..."

Su Jinxin blushed and knocked Qiaolan's head with her bare hands, "Do you dare to make fun of your lady? If you believe it or not, I will reward you to the servant in the yard after I return home, and let you have a husband and wife to follow you, um." It seems that this maid is not stupid, and she knows how to know the details, which really wins my heart.

Woo... The second lady is so bad that she threatened her again. In recent months, when the second lady got angry, she said she would reward the maids around her to the servants in the mansion. The timid Qinglan was so scared that she cried several times.

"Miss II, I will not get married, I will serve Miss II for the rest of my life. No matter where Miss II goes, I will follow me. Miss II, don't leave me, Miss II..." As he said that, Qiaolan actually started sobbing.

Su Jinxin said helplessly, "I will not want you if I cry again."

Qiaolan can make her feel sad every time. Of course she knows that this maid will never leave her forever, sharing life and death with her, and relying on good and bad luck.

"Thank you, Miss Second." Qiaolan burst into tears and smiled, "I know that Miss Second, you are the best, and I won't want me."

Qiaolan is younger than her, but she has been serving her wholeheartedly. She has suffered all the hardships in her previous life. In this life, she only rewarded Qiaolan for some money. Qiaolan is grateful to her, and sometimes she is so scared that she dares not ask for it, saying that the master's wife gave it to the second lady, and she can't go beyond the rules.

Su Jin's eyes were astringent and pretended to be majestic, "Grind it for me."

Ah, Qiaolan exclaimed and said in surprise, "Miss II, do you want to paint too?"

"No, write poems." It is a pity to have paintings but not poems.

Su Jinxin smiled mysteriously, "And, my poem by your second lady is not ordinary." She does not have the beauty of her sister Su Jinyan, nor is she loved by Lin and Master Su. In the end, why should she compete with Sister Su Jinyan? Only now, she will leave a little trace in Master Yun's heart first, so as not to lose a lot in the future and not even have a chance to turn over. I heard that her father, Mr. Su, had reached a secret consensus with Mr. Yun. Just wait for Mr. Yun to nod, Sister Su Jinyan can marry into the Yun family with just a legitimate reason and become the young lady of the Yun Mansion.

Now, although she suppressed Aunt Xie's edge, she was confined by Master Su and trapped in the room. But these are only temporary. Soon, Aunt Xie can come out again, and will become more and more unscrupulous and domineering. Lin cannot fight against her. In addition, once Yi'er's condition worsens, she is unable to take care of herself. She has no energy to accompany Aunt Xie to deceit. Yi'er is the lifeblood of Lin. Without Yi'er, Lin lost interest in everything. What's more, Lin never cared about the Su family's wealth. I'm afraid that by then, Aunt Xie can not only help her become Mrs. Su, but also hold the Su family's property and kill Lin and her.

But this result is what Su Jinxin has always been most worried about.

As late autumn passes, she has no time.

Mr. Yun is now her only chance to make a comeback. If she loses the bet, she can only be trampled by Aunt Xie and Sister Su Jinyan as she did in her previous life, and she will never be reborn.

Holding the pen in his right hand and his sleeves in his left hand, Su Jinxin started the pen on the rice paper. The dots were pointed and round, the protruding was pointed and sharp, the curved was square inside and round outside, the hook was half curved and half straight, and the one-sing was coherent, with beautiful handwriting, and small regular script in one hand, which was written with a spirit, and was not inferior to any lady of a noble family in Lin'an City.

"Qiaolan, why don't you grind it? Do you have the heart to let your lady grind it and write it yourself..." Halfway through the poem, Qiaolan, who was grinding for her, suddenly shook her whole body and pulled her sleeves. Su Jinxin was puzzled and quickly turned to look at Qiaolan, "What's wrong?"

This maid won’t see a ghost, right? She is so scared in broad daylight.

"Miss. Second Miss. Yun... Yun... Master Yun..." Oh my God, she is really the legendary whereabouts of Mr. Yun, with a mysterious appearance, with a white jade belt and a elegant face. When Qiaolan saw Yun Yuanzhi coming slowly, she was shocked for a moment. Not only did she tremble all over, but she even began to speak incoherently.

It’s Mr. Yun!

It is really a master Yun who is admired by everyone in Lin'an City. It is rumored that Mr. Yun is unparalleled and elegant. People in the world surrender when they see him, and they dare not be slanderous and offend him. Now when he sees Mr. Yun's true appearance, it is even more than rumored. I am afraid that no word in the world can describe Mr. Yun's noble and elegant appearance and exiled immortality.

She isn't dreaming.
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