After two quarters of an hour, Dong Mao, who was meditating hard, suddenly raised his head and laughed, "Haha, senior brother, you are going to lose to me this time!" He raised his eyebrows, put his right hand in the chess pot and took out his sunspot, and his eyes could not help but show a look of victory, until he landed with such an expression. After a while, he shouted again, "How can this be? It turned out that when Dong Mao glanced at Lin Yun'er, who was painting seriously, the chess pieces in his hinterland were targeted by Shen Yu.

Shen Yu only snorted coldly, "The arrogant soldiers will be defeated." ”

After experiencing ups and downs, Dong Mao didn't have much emotion, and only turned his head to Lin Yun'er and said, "Lady Huang, I don't know if I can let Xiu Yong take a look?" ”

Lin Yun'er also put down her pen at this time, and she blessed the two of them, "The little woman is clumsy, and please don't laugh at the two Langjun." ”

The two got up, walked from the courtyard to the hall, and looked at it, a picture of the mountain spring game stood on the paper, their faces were full of surprise and shock, the scene presented on the paper was the moment at the end of the chess game, in the picture scroll, the left side is the spring flowing water worn by the dripping stone, rippling when rippling, rippling when rippling, spurting when gushing, calm when calm, suddenly, as if the spring water in the painting paper is going to overflow, the shallow well is a back and two teenagers, the young man on the front is grinning, It's just that the look in his eyes is not smug, but a little remorse, and the sunspot in his hand is falling on the chessboard, as if he is about to say that, "How can this be".

The corners of the young man's clothes with his back were lifted by the breeze, and his clothes fluttered but he was independent, but it was not difficult to see from this back alone that this young man's bamboo was in his chest, and he was already a little unruly and noble.

In the distance is a lush forest, moving or still, moving as if swept by the wind, when still a tree does not move, if not only black, if dyed, then the scene is repeated.

"I don't know what the name of the lady wants to be?" Shen Yu asked.

Lin Yun'er thought for a while, "In the painting, the two of them fought without fighting, I call it the Battle of Yuanquan, how about it?" "Such a graceful picture, a calm picture, is indeed a dark tide, and the name is so wild that it is confusing.

Dong Mao smiled, "The lady's painting is simply superb, Xiu Yong admires it!" Then, he made a big gift to Lin Yun'er.

Lin Wan'er stepped back again and again, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, this is just an ordinary sketch, but the brush has been replaced with a brush." ”

"Sketch?" The two asked in unison.

Worst! There was no sketching in this era, and she was just a little overwhelmed to accidentally say it, and she coughed lightly in embarrassment, "This is a kind of painting technique, I don't know what to call it, so I casually said nonsense." ”

"Sketches? Black and white is primitive, a stroke of painting, it is indeed just right to describe, the lady is talented. Dong Mao saluted again.

Lin Yun'er coughed lightly again and said, "I don't know how much help is going on?" ”

Dong Mao held back a glance at Shen Yu, who was fascinated by the painting, and smiled slyly, "The painting is indeed rare in this life, but there is neither a payment nor a poem corresponding to the occasion, but it seems to be missing something." ”

Lin Yun'er said calmly, "Shu'er is only shallow, and he can't compose any poetry if he hasn't learned it." ”

Dong Mao nodded to Shen Yu with his chin, "Senior brother can write poems at the age of eight, and he must have come to this little thing casually." He patted Shen Yu on the shoulder and said, "Isn't it?" Brother? ”

Such a shot made Shen Yu, who was deeply trapped in the painting, stumble, and Ziwei quickly and gently supported Shen Yu's painting that was almost out of his hand, and suddenly, Ziwei shouted, "Oh, there is a figure in the water!" ”

As soon as Ziwei's words fell, Dong Mao immediately came up, but saw that in the splash of water caused by the thin stream falling into the shallow well, there was indeed a small figure, and the figure was so small that it was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, that is, people like Ziwei who are usually used to embroidery and love to observe the nuances can only see it at a glance.

The three of them looked at the shadow carefully, and finally saw a sly low smile in a drop of inadvertent water, as if it was the sentence, "The proud army will be defeated." ”

The atmosphere became very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of spring water falling into the well, Lin Yun'er's superb painting skills were really breathtaking.

"I'm afraid it's hard to produce a painting in the past few hundred years, this is a masterpiece that Dong has rarely seen in his life, the eldest lady of the Huang family, I don't know if you can accept apprentices?" Dong Mao looked at her expectantly, with some childishness and determination between his eyebrows.

The sketchbook is to depict everything you see, whether it is a shadow or a shape, sketching is the most basic skill a person learns to paint, and it is something that will never be forgotten in this life. Even if she didn't learn anything after that, now, she can handle calligraphy and painting. It's just that Dong Mao actually let himself take him as an apprentice, and he is not a few years older than Huang Zishan when he looks up and down, at most he is fifteen or sixteen, and even the most basic characteristics of a man He has not yet grown up, coupled with the childishness in his eyes, I am afraid that it will be hot for three minutes, besides, she is now the eldest lady of the Huang family, how can she casually accept a man as a disciple? If it spreads, I'm afraid it will cause jokes and embarrass my father.

At this time, Shen Yu spoke, "What is the identity of Mrs. Huang?" It's not all the apprentices. ”

This sentence blocked Dong Mao without saying a word, and he had to pout and lower his head without speaking.

Shen Yu put the painting back on the table, picked up the pen, and wrote a few lines on another piece of paper, writing, "Jump in the clear water spring and merge into the red dust." The pine and bamboo branches smiled, and the victory or defeat was a thought. "This is a pair of books, at first it is elegant and calm, but on closer inspection, it is a little domineering. Lin Yun'er looked at his words, and then looked at him as a person, the words are like his person, if so, then he must have a revenge in his heart, looking at his age, it seems to be about the same age as Dong Mao, but his temperament is more like a fairy, more like a person who does not eat fireworks in the world.

"Good! What a quatrain! It's a good sentence to win or lose, and if I think twice before acting, then I'm afraid I'll be the one who wins. Dong Mao nodded again and again.

Good poems are indeed good poems, if she is allowed to write them, racking her brains is Li Bai's so many poems, so many sentences, and the person in front of him can make poems in one thought, presumably the capacity of the poetry book in his belly must be extraordinary.

Lin Yuner also agreed, "If this poem is mentioned in the painting, it must be very appropriate." ”

"I saw a good word on the lady's paper kite that day, and I want to bet on the lady's show character again, I don't know if the lady is willing?" Of course she was willing to ask for the beautiful woman, but she didn't expect Shen Yu to want her to write his poems on her paintings, which was indeed a little uncomfortable, but she was praised inexplicably, and she felt secretly cool in her heart, it seems that Wang Xizhi really hasn't practiced for so many years in vain.

Lin Yun'er smiled lightly, "Thank you Shen Langjun for your good poems, then I will be disrespectful." She didn't hesitate, picked up the pen that Shen Yu had written, and wrote on the words on the paper, the slender jade pen, flowing water, all in one go, but she made a difficulty, she should write her or him, and in the end, she simply put down the pen and left a blank on the picture.

Dong Mao seemed to be a little puzzled by her action, "Why didn't the lady write it?" ”

Shen Yu said, "This painting is made by the lady, and this word is also written by the lady, so what should be here is the lady's name." ”

"I don't plan to write it myself. She handed the pen to Ziwei, who was silently grinding beside her, and said, "Come, girl, you can write." ”

Ziwei saw this, and hurriedly retreated, her head was like a rattle, "Lady, how can a slave and maid write?" Lady, you better let go of the slave maid, the slave maid grinds for you. ”

"You don't need to study, you come here, I'll teach you." Lin Yun'er seemed to be tempting ~ bewitching a child to tempt ~ Ziwei, and Ziwei seemed to be eating this set, and immediately took the bait, Lin Yun'er simply wrote the word "Yun" on another piece of paper and asked, "Girl, try to draw this character." ”

Lin Yun'er took out ~ a piece of paper and handed her the pen in her hand, Ziwei took the paper for a rare time, glanced at Shen Yu from time to time, glanced at Dong Mao from time to time, and glanced at Lin Yuner from time to time, she didn't know how to write at all.

The corners of Lin Yun'er's mouth gently raised a small arc of a smile, she stepped forward and grabbed Ziwei's right hand with her right hand~ and taught her to draw a "菀" character with one stroke.

Dong Mao was curious and asked, "Why did the lady write a man?" ”

Lin Yun'er didn't solve his doubts, but smiled, "It's just a heart, I don't know if the son can hear about 'Yunbi Sangrou, and he will be in the next place." Pick up its Liu, and kill the people. Don't worry about it, Brother Cang! I would rather be so. ’”

Dong Mao took a look and clapped his hands again and again, "The lady is really talented and quick, she can think of such a poem." Dong can only think of the sentence 'Yellow willow silk, mixed flowers'"

Lin Yun'er covered her mouth and spit out two words for a while, "Cheesy." ”

The three of them were all stunned, and after a while, they all burst out laughing.

At this time, Ziwei had already drawn several "菀" characters on the paper, and Lin Yun'er motioned for her to draw them in the place she deliberately left blank. It's just that Ziwei is doing this for the first time, her face is full of anxiety, grievance and nervousness, she can't imagine that if she paints anything bad, then I don't know what this whole painting will be ruined in her hands.

Sweat was already on her forehead, and she held the pen and refused to put it down.

Everyone saw her embarrassment, Ziwei cautiously glanced at Lin Yun'er, she thought that her lady would blame herself for not knowing the general situation, but she actually saw encouragement in the eyes of the lady, which made her heart move, the lady was not joking with her, but seriously wanted her to write this word.

When everyone thought she was going to give up, she didn't hesitate to draw a very beautiful "華" in the blank space.

"Good!" Dong Mao couldn't help but applaud, he was not for this word, but for Ziwei's vaguely revealing decisive spirit, like the spirit of a general who swayed freely on the battlefield.