Transmigrating into the book: The daughter of the Shen family is too arrogant

Chapter 93 Poetry

Xiangyun also bent down and picked up a painting on the ground. The more she looked at it, the more amazed she was. She praised it endlessly, "Second Miss, Second Miss, are these green bamboos all painted by Master Nanrong? They are so lifelike, they are exactly like the real thing!"

Although Xiangyun did not know how to paint, when she saw the painting on the rice paper, it seemed as if real green bamboos jumped into the painting. She was shocked and admired him even more. He was worthy of being Master Nanrong, a master of painting. He could make any bamboo he painted come alive.

Shen Qingyu chuckled.

There is probably only one painting handed down from generation to generation. She has never heard that Nan Rongyan has painted countless bamboos. After the legendary painting came out, she is afraid that all of them will be burned and will not remain in the world at all.

She was somewhat curious about what that world-famous painting that amazed the world looked like. Countless people admired it, marveled at it, sang praises to it, and praised it.

Shen Qingyu's fingertips landed on a painting. "Look, these bamboo poles are straight and tough. They are drawn in one go with a hard-bristle brush. There is no break in the middle, and the slender bamboo branches lean inwards, with a soft and elegant look. Look here, the bamboo leaves are stacked layer by layer, with a good density. The end near the petiole is slightly duller than the end at the end of the leaf, and then the shades gradually become appropriate. When painting bamboo, it is important to be indifferent, elegant and free, not disturbed by the outside world, and keep it in your heart. The bamboo drawn in this way is truly natural and untainted by dust."

Xiangyun was confused, but she smiled and said, "Second Miss, I don't understand how to paint bamboo, but there is one thing I understand. You practice painting every day in the mansion. Do you want to be like Master Nanrong?"

She didn't practice painting every day, but thinking about Nan Rongyan's great painting skills, she felt a little itchy, and she painted just out of her own desire.

"You little girl," Shen Qingyu raised his hand and knocked Xiangyun on the head, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will send you to the servants in the courtyard when we return home, humph."

"Second Miss, I will not marry. I will serve you for the rest of my life. Wherever you go, Xiangyun will follow you." As she spoke, Xiangyun began to sob. "Second Miss, please don't abandon me, okay?"

Shen Qingyu had never expected that she would be so emotional, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, don't cry. If you continue to cry, I really don't want you anymore."

Xiangyun burst into laughter and said, "Thank you very much, Second Miss. I know that you are the best and you will never abandon me."

Xiangyun has been with her for quite some time, and during these days, she could see that Xiangyun was a simple-minded child.

At the beginning, she punished Xiangyue and others and promoted her to a first-class maid by her side. Xiangyun was grateful for her kindness. For so long, she had always worked conscientiously by her side and had never had any second thoughts.

"Grind it for me." Shen Qingyu lowered his eyes.

Xiangyun was a little surprised, "Second Miss, do you want to paint too?"

These are all Young Master Nanrong’s things. Is this okay?

"No, a poem."

Having paintings but no poetry is a pity.

Shen Qingyu smiled mysteriously, "Besides, this poem of your second young lady is extraordinary."

She doesn't have the beauty of a fairy like Shen Xitong, nor does she have a powerful supporter behind her. Bai Ying and Shen Chuanhe don't care about her at all. Why should she compete with Shen Xitong, who is the apple of everyone's eye?

Only now, she had to do something about this matter to attract Nan Rongyan's attention and create opportunities for her future.

Her good days will not last too long. Before leaving the Shen Mansion, Aunt Liu's arrogance seemed to be suppressed, but after all, she still has Shen Youxing as her son, and Shen Chuanhe's favor for her will not be lost for too long. All of this is only temporary.

Soon Aunt Liu will stand up again, and Bai Ying will be no match for her. When Shen Youhong's condition worsens and there is no way to save him, Bai Ying will be unable to take care of herself, and all power in the mansion will fall into the hands of Aunt Liu.

Shen Youhong is Bai Ying's lifeblood and her only thought in this mansion. Bai Ying is not interested in the Shen family's property, and will not argue with Aunt Liu over these things. When Aunt Liu becomes the Shen family's concubine and holds power in the Shen family's backyard, she will kill Bai Ying.

Nan Rongyan is the core of this book and her only chance to turn the tables.

If she lost, she would end up like in the book, being trampled under the feet of Aunt Liu and Shen Xitong, with no hope of recovery.

Holding the pen in her right hand and folding her sleeve with her left hand, Shen Qingyu started writing on the rice paper. The dots were pointed and round, the hooks were pointed and sharp, the bends were square inside and round outside, and the hooks were half curved and half straight, all in one breath. Her handwriting was beautiful, and she wrote in small regular script with vigor and vitality, not inferior to any young lady from aristocratic family in Jinling Prefecture.

"Xiangyun, why don't you grind the ink?"

Halfway through writing the poem, Xiangyun, who was grinding ink for her, suddenly started shaking all over and tugged at her sleeve. Shen Qingyu was puzzled and asked without raising her head, "What's wrong?"

This girl, could she see a ghost in broad daylight?

"Second Miss, this... this seems to be Master Nanrong..."

Oh my God, it was really the mysterious Master Nan Rong as mentioned in the legend, wearing white clothes and a jade belt, with an elegant face. When Xiangyun saw Nan Rongyan walking slowly towards her, she was shocked at first sight. Not only did her whole body tremble, but even her speech began to become incoherent.

It was indeed Master Nanrong, who was admired by everyone in Jinling Prefecture. It was rumored that Master Nanrong was unparalleled in handsomeness and elegance, and everyone who saw him was submissive and did not dare to have any blasphemous thoughts or offend him.

Now that I have seen the true appearance of Master Nan Rong, it is a thousand times better than the rumors. I am afraid that no words in the world can describe Master Nan Rong's noble elegance and immortal-like appearance.

Is this really not a dream?

However, the eyes of Master Nan Rong were too cold, as if he kept people at a distance, and his handsome face was like nine feet of ice. Even from a distance, she could feel a chill rising from her feet, making her feel cold all over.

It's terrible. It's terrible.

She and the second young lady barged into Master Nanrong's bamboo house rashly, which seemed to have angered the banished Master Nanrong.

Everyone says that Young Master Nan Rong is pure-hearted and indifferent, but seeing him today, he may not be as the rumors say. At least, when Young Master Nan Rong looked at the Second Miss, his eyes were cold, without a trace of warmth.

Immortals won’t be angry, but Master Nanrong will be angry!