novelhk Chapter 56 This was definitely not drawn by you.
Chapter 56 This was definitely not drawn by you.
When Mu Lan took out the scroll, everyone gasped.
"I would never have believed this painting if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."
"Of course! Isn't she just a country girl? How can she paint so well?"
*** looked surprised, then understood. She hadn't expected that she had inherited A-Yuan's talent.
Qin Jinghao and Qin Xuanyu were also extremely surprised, and even Master Xue couldn't help but turn his head to look.
No one expected that Jiang Qingyue could create such an excellent work.
"The landscape and the lone boat in this painting are full of the vicissitudes and loneliness of life. The lines and composition are also much more mature than Jiang Chuchu's."
"Yeah, is that all? They can't even hold a pen properly? This is clearly a deliberate smear campaign!"
"Indeed, this painting is no less impressive than that of some self-proclaimed literati and masters."
"..."
The unanimous praise from those around her left Jiang Chuchu in disbelief.
No, that's impossible! Jiang Qingyue can't draw at all, and she's seen Jiang Qingyue's paintings before. This is definitely not her; she doesn't believe it!
Song Wuyan also didn't believe it.
When he saw the painting, he was struck dumb.
Even when he was young, he couldn't have created such mature paintings, and this behavior is undoubtedly a slap in his face.
He had seen Jiang Qingyue's paintings before, and he had even seen her holding the brush. This painting was definitely not done by Jiang Qingyue.
"Impossible. You must have had someone else paint it for you. You're just a little girl in your teens. How could you possibly paint such an experienced painting?"
Besides, I taught you, and I've seen your pen-holding posture. It's absolutely impossible for you to have learned it in just a few days. This is definitely not your work. In the art world, being mediocre is not shameful; what is shameful is stealing others' work.
Song Wuyan righteously accused Jiang Qingyue. He hadn't seen the painting, so it was one thing, but he had, and in his opinion, the painting was done by someone Jiang Qingyue had hired.
Seeing that someone had spoken up for her, Jiang Chuchu stepped forward and covered her mouth in disbelief, echoing, "What? Sister, how could you do something like this just to get attention? It's really wrong of you."
"If you don't know how, I can teach you, or you can learn properly from Mr. Song. But you not only drove Mr. Song away, but you also used someone else's painting to impersonate your own. This is a disgrace to our Prime Minister's residence."
Then, Jiang Chuchu seemed to realize something and quickly turned to the crowd to explain, "Please don't blame my sister. After all, she has been living away from home for many years, so it's normal that she doesn't understand. I hope you can give her another chance."
Jiang Chuchu's back-and-forth manner made the matter seem much more believable.
"Really? No way..."
"What do you mean you can't? Didn't you hear what Song Wuyan just said? He taught Jiang Qingyue."
"Then Jiang Qingyue is being too dishonest, passing off a painting she didn't draw as her own."
"I'm afraid they don't want Jiang Chuchu to steal the spotlight, after all, you know what that means when it comes to her background."
Everyone quickly came to believe Song Wuyan's words.
Qin Jinghao was initially somewhat impressed, but after listening, he shook his head in disappointment. Sure enough, a country girl is a country girl, and she is no match for Chu Chu at all.
Because of Jiang Qingyue's hint, he remained silent for the time being, letting them discuss, but he had secretly made a note of these people who were kicking him when he was down.
It's best not to let her find any fault with you in court!
Those who had originally spoken up for Jiang Qingyue also remained silent.
The bloody lessons and their intuition told them that something was definitely fishy about this.
To everyone's surprise, Master Xue also remained silent.
"You taught me? Mr. Song, may I ask what you taught me? Did you teach me how to paint? Or did you give me guidance on painting? I don't think so!"
Jiang Qingyue had been waiting for this moment. She continued, "Since Mr. Song has said so, I would like to ask you all to judge this. Have any of you ever practiced holding a pen with your wrist suspended?"
Jiang Qingyue's question instantly stumped everyone.
"what is that?"
"I've heard of it; it's supposedly a good way to get started."
"What a good method! It's very harmful."
"Who taught you that? Forget it as soon as possible, it won't do you any good!" Even Master Xue couldn't help but object.
Song Wuyan didn't care at all, and even generously admitted, "That's right, I did ask you to suspend your wrist. If you knew how, would I need to resort to such a desperate measure?"
"Mr. Song, I didn't say that suspending the wrist is impossible. It's just that I have never suspended my wrist before, and many people here who are proficient in calligraphy and painting have never done so either. Anyone would have been shaking so badly at first that they wouldn't have been able to hold on."
But what did you do? I had barely touched you when you lashed out with your whip, leaving my hand red and swollen, unable to even hold a pen. I had to rest for several days, and then you said I was hopeless and stormed off. Is that what you call teaching me?
Since the last incident, Jiang Qingyue did not intend to show her wound, because she knew there was a loophole. The day after Qin Xuanyu delivered the medicine, she went to the clinic to see a doctor and even told him about the source of the wound. Having someone as a witness was enough.
She was blinded by hatred and acted too extremely. To achieve her goal, she was willing to use herself as a bargaining chip, which was indeed a very bad strategy.
So, seemingly afraid that people wouldn't believe her, Jiang Qingyue continued, "If you don't believe me, you can go to Wande Medical Hall and ask. They should still have the prescriptions I used to get the medicine."
Jiang Qingyue's words convinced those who were still somewhat skeptical.
But Song Wuyan didn't think he was wrong. "Was I wrong? If you can't learn, you deserve to be beaten. I'm only here to strictly teach you at the request of the Prime Minister's wife, so I should take it seriously. Besides, Miss Jiang Chuchu can use this method, so why can't you?"
"So it was Jiang Chuchu who told you this trick works?" Jiang Qingyue went straight to the point.
Jiang Chuchu never expected that the fire would eventually spread to her, and she never expected that Song Wuyan would be so unreserved. Was he not afraid that people would say he couldn't teach and needed a junior to guide him?
"Sister, is it so hard to admit your mistakes? Master Xue is only doing this for your own good. Don't you even understand the basic respect for your teacher?"
"Shut up!" Jiang Qingyue stopped Jiang Chuchu from trying to smooth things over. "Mr. Song, I'm asking you, did Jiang Chuchu tell you this?"
Song Wuyan snorted coldly, "Do I need others to teach me how to do things? Miss Jiang Chuchu did tell me that suspending the wrist is a good method. Besides, your eccentric personality needs more tempering."
After hearing this, everyone finally understood that Song Wuyan had taught Jiang Qingyue to paint, but Jiang Chuchu, out of revenge, deliberately spoke ill of Jiang Qingyue. Mr. Song had misunderstood Jiang Qingyue, which led to the current situation.
"No, sister, I'm doing this for your own good. Who hasn't gone through this? I also had my wrist suspended when I was a child!"
In fact, Jiang Chuchu was not lying. It was precisely because she had gone through this process that Jiang Qingyue learned to do the same in her previous life.
"So your paintings are stiff and lifeless, you've ruined them yourself." Mr. Xue stepped forward again, not forgetting to mock Jiang Chuchu.
Jiang Chuchu was furious. What kind of spell did Jiang Qingyue cast on Master Xue? Time and time again, Master Xue was speaking up for Jiang Qingyue!
“Miss Jiang Chuchu’s painting still needs improvement, but what about Jiang Qingyue? It’s even more shameful to ask someone else to paint for her just to save face!” Master Xue was speaking up for Jiang Qingyue, but Song Wuyan thought more highly of Jiang Chuchu.
"Mr. Song, you have always said that my paintings are unpalatable, but have you ever seen me paint one in person?"