When he first returned to Beijing, he counted the items, and he saw a few brocades that the teacher bought when he was traveling, which was extremely gorgeous and special, although it was good-looking, it was not very suitable for the senior sister.

However, what the teacher said at the time was that this thing was good, and it was a dowry for the senior sister......

He was almost certain that he had heard correctly.

Later, I asked the teacher puzzled, but the teacher didn't admit that he had said this......

Blame! It's weird!

The teacher's expression of relief and joke at the moment is even stranger!

They have secrets......

Xiao Yurong was beating a drum in his heart, trying to think about the key to this, and at this time, the students outside were also ready to move, and they were even more curious about Mo Chusheng, the big disciple.

Immediately, someone stood up and wanted to learn calligraphy and painting with Xie Qiao.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to learn from Xie Qiao, the one who made the move just now is a young master from the Gulan Academy, and the one who came forward at this moment is also quite famous in Beijing, and he looks to be about forty years old.

Xie Qiao also responded.

However, her energy is limited, so she simply explained to the outside world that it is only the last time, and if there are other studious and interested people, they can participate together.

Paint with a view of the lake in front of you.

Xie Qiao was still a little nervous, worried that the eyes of the people here were too good, and he could see at a glance the similarities between her and Yun Weiluo's pen.

After all, this style of painting is really difficult to completely change, even if the left and right hands are changed, this subtle habit will still fall into the painting, which makes people suspicious.

Fortunately......

Her identity as Mo Chusheng is not too young, but she was found to be the same person as Yun Wei, and the price of this painting should not be too different......

Xie Qiao is also very helpless, if it is usual, she will be restrained and careful, but the teacher is here, and she has not been admitted to her studies for many years, so she really doesn't want to embarrass the teacher.

She sighed, and the others looked at her as if they were stumped.

Xie Qiao looked at the lake view, thought about it, and put pen to paper.

Xie Pinghuai is quite decent, and even took the initiative to come forward to grind ink for Xie Qiao, he has been an ink-grinding boy by Xiao Yurong's side for a long time, and his ability to grind ink is still very good.

Far and near, virtual and real, swaying freely.

Zhao Xuanjing looked at the scene of Xie Qiao's painting, and his mood couldn't help but relax.

She has such a charm, which makes people calm and at ease.

Xie Qiao's painting is realistic, if you want a lake scene, she will paint the lake scene, she puts pen to paper, the clouds and water, and the completion is very fast.

After the end, I waited for another quarter of an hour for others to display the flowers and evaluate them separately.

I have to say, come to this Bafang Garden and dare to show a hand, the ability is very good, just look at the painting, some of the atmosphere is majestic, some of the pen is wonderful, drunk ink is very wonderful.

But almost all of them looked at Xie Qiao's paintings first.

Her strength is already curious, and everyone wants to know the gap between herself and Li Shiyan's disciples.

However, this look was shocking.

This painting ...... At first glance, it is unremarkable, the scenery is not exaggerated, and it is plain everywhere.

However, when I took a closer look, I felt that the composition was very exquisite, and there was no flaw in every detail!

On the shore on the other side of the lake, there is an old man who sighs and sweeps the leaves, the old man bends over, and his sad expression seems to be clear, and the old man is not far away, dancing back to the wind, blowing the fallen leaves, which makes people can't help but feel a little uncomfortable for the old man.