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Chapter 47

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As Gu Shengyin spoke, people brought things up one after another.

Yuan Xu took a closer look. These were clearly not the white jade Guanyin that had been prepared earlier.

Soon, a table was set up in front of Gu Shengyin, and a piece of fine rice paper was spread out on it. It was actually the four treasures of the study!

What did she want to do?

Cheng Yiru frowned. In her previous life, she had never heard of Cheng Xizhi having any achievements in the study of Chinese literature.

She was just trying to gain favor with the crowd. She comforted herself and suppressed the bad premonition that rose in her heart.

Clearly, many people were interested in Gu Shengyin and wanted to see what she was up to.

The Cheng family members were also curious. They never knew that their youngest daughter had such a trick up her sleeve.

Gu Shengyin didn't care what other people thought.

Since she was created, she was proficient in all kinds of skills, whether it was the zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, or tea. Because she was particularly interested in ink painting, Ji Yu had specially invited the famous painting master of the Tianqi Dynasty, Elder Bai Shan, to personally enter the palace to teach her.

Later on, Elder Bai Shan had personally admitted that in terms of attainment in painting, the empress was on par with her.

Raising her hand to brush the rice paper, Gu Shengyin was somewhat dissatisfied. Although she had already had the best brush, ink, paper, and inkstone sent over, in terms of quality, it was still much worse than what she had used in her previous world.

However, it was barely satisfactory.

She closed her eyes and calmed her heart.

When she opened her eyes again, Gu Shengyin raised her brush and began to write on the rice paper.

Originally, the guests were just watching for fun and didn't have much expectation. How high could a young girl in her teens be expected to be?

Even if Gu Shengyin's painting was only of an amateur level, as long as Cheng Zhensheng said he liked it, they would still praise it.

But soon, their disapproval was replaced by amazement. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would have thought that it was the work of a seventeen-year-old girl?

Among the guests, there was no lack of people who had a deep understanding of Chinese literature. As the painting was completed, their gazes changed from amazement to infatuation.

As Gu Shengyin finished the last stroke, someone finally couldn't help but shout, "Good!"

Many people were still immersed in the artistic conception of the painting. They were displeased when they were suddenly interrupted. When they turned their heads and saw the person who spoke, they immediately swallowed their complaints.

"So it's Mr. De." Someone recognized the old man who spoke.

"The strokes are gentle but vigorous. The artistic conception is profound and profound. The characters are vivid and lifelike without exaggeration. Good, good, good! "Old Mister De said 'good' three times in a row before looking at Gu Shengyin.

"May I know who Little Friend Cheng's master is?" Old Mister De's eyes shone.

Gu Shengyin took out the speech she had prepared beforehand. "When I was studying abroad, I met an old gentleman named Bai Shan. I learned Chinese painting from him for many years."

Elder Bai Shan was Gu Shengyin's teacher. However, it was not in a foreign country, but in another world.

Sure enough, Old Mister De thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out who this Elder Bai Shan was.

It seemed that he was an expert who lived in seclusion abroad. Old Mister De sighed in his heart. To be able to teach a student like Cheng Xizhi, that old gentleman could be called a master of his generation.

"Old Mister De, this painting …" Someone couldn't help but ask.

Gu Shengyin's painting was a birthday painting. The content of the painting was an old immortal with a kind smile holding a peach in his hand.

They could only be considered as laymen. When they looked at the painting, they felt that it was very good, but they couldn't tell why.

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