Chapter Sixteen: Displaying Painting Skills

  Ah! Ye Yun only then realized that she had spoken too hastily and said those words, hurriedly covering up: "Ha, nothing. I was just talking to myself."

  "Really?" Xing'er nodded in doubt, her eyes shifting to see the painting by Ye Yun. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, "Wow! Young Mistress, your painting is amazing! The tiger you painted seems so lifelike, as if it's about to jump out of the painting!"

  Ye Yun smiled and said, "You're exaggerating. I haven't finished drawing yet."

  Such a tiger, she draws when bored, and has already become very skilled at it.

  Although the teacher also praised her painting skills as very high, and that she painted very well. However, she never had any feeling for animals or landscapes, only being interested in painting people.

  This time there was no figure to paint, so I painted this old tiger.

  "Xing'er is telling the truth, your tiger painting is really good. At first glance, I thought it was a real tiger." Xing'er stared with wide eyes, her face full of surprise and admiration.

  Ye Yun smiled and continued drinking tea, unfazed.

  "Are there really tigers here?" Ling Feng's voice came from outside the house.

  Ye Yun and Xing Er turned their heads at the same time, seeing him walk into the house with four guards following behind him.

  "Master," Xing'er said with a smile as soon as she saw Lingfeng enter, "I was just talking about Madame's painting! Look, this tiger is so lifelike, it seems real."

  "Oh?" Ling Feng lowered his head to take a look, and his eyes lit up instantly. His face still wore its usual smile, "Indeed it's a great painting! Your brushwork is excellent!"

  "It's too much praise, I just drew it casually." Is it really that good? Being praised by Ling Feng like this, Ye Yun was indeed surprised.

  After all, Ling Feng has seen many famous paintings with his own eyes.

  It seems she really painted well.

  If someone else pays 300,000 yuan for her, it shouldn't be a teacher's trick.

  Just doodling? Ling Feng smiled and lifted his head, looking at Ye Yun.

  Yexuan's words made Yelan feel uneasy in her heart.

  He won't have some other trouble coming after her again, will he?

  The man in purple clothes behind him stepped forward and said to Ling Feng: "Young master, this..."

  Ling Feng raised his hand, stopping him from continuing.

  "Daughter, the tiger painting is so vivid, I wonder if you can paint people?" Ling Feng asked.

  "Drawing people is my strong point." Ye Yun said, looking vigilantly at Ling Feng, "Why are you asking this?"

  He absolutely wouldn't ask her about her hobbies out of boredom.

  "Oh, I just thought the painting of the lady was quite good, so I asked out of curiosity. Because Yan Cheng found a few painters to come over, the lady's painting skills are truly unmatched compared to theirs! Right? Yan Cheng." Ling Feng turned his head slightly.

  The man in purple immediately echoed: "Young master is right. I think the young lady's painting is absolutely better than theirs. But it's just unknown whether the young lady can paint a portrait based on someone else's description."

  "I've never tried it before, I don't know if I can draw it out." Ye Yun shook her head directly.

  She's telling the truth, and indeed has never tried it before.

  "Would you like to give it a try, Madam?" Yan Cheng asked.

  Ye Yun shook her head again, "Not interested."

  She didn't plan on trying something so troublesome and exhausting.

  Yan Cheng was about to say something, when Ling Feng said: "Forget it, Yan Cheng. Yun'er paints for her own pleasure, if she says she can't do it, then she definitely can't paint it. Don't force her."

  These words are really hurtful!

  "Who says I won't be able to? Not having tried doesn't mean I won't be able to!"

  "You don't have any evidence to prove that you can, so it's better to say that you can't. Yun'er, this kind of thing won't be very normal. The painters that Yan Cheng found are all very famous painters, they won't do it. You can't and there's nothing shameful about it. Don't take it too seriously." Ling Feng spoke with a bitter tone, his expression full of sincerity.

  But to Ye Yun's ears, his words were piercing and unpleasant.

  No, no, no. A sentence actually contains four "no"s.

  But how could Ye Yun not hear that he was provoking her?

  Yeyun coldly laughed and said, "If you want to use the tactic of provocation on me, I advise you to give up this idea early, I won't fall for your trick."

  Ling Feng still had that slightly crooked smile on his face, "Of course! Of course!"

  Ye Yun glanced at Yan Cheng and said, "Go get me a piece of charcoal, it has to be hard, the harder the better, can't break easily, not too big, just the right size to fit in my hand."

  "Charcoal?" Yan Cheng looked puzzled, "I don't know what Young Mistress wants charcoal for."

  "Aren't you asking me to describe the person? Then get me some charcoal, and make sure it's hard!" After that, Ye Yun glared at Ling Feng, emphasizing, "I'm just bored with nothing to do."

  Ling Feng just smiled and didn't say a word, anyway his goal was achieved. As for what excuse she wanted to use, it didn't matter.

  Yan Cheng quickly found a basket of charcoal for Ye Yun, but it wasn't just one piece, it was a whole basket.

  "The subordinate didn't know which one would satisfy Madam, so he brought all of them."

  "Alright," said Ye Yun as she stood up, "Xing Er go get some flour."

  Xing'er nodded, her eyes still misty, but she quickly got moving, "Yes."

  Ye Yun looked around and squatted down, beckoning to Yan Cheng, "Bring the charcoal over. And who's going to describe? You?"

  "Yes!" Yan Cheng put down the charcoal and asked in puzzlement, "Does Young Mistress want to draw on the ground?"

  "Really? That paper is too thin. Can't it be?" As she asked, Ye Yun turned her gaze towards Ling Feng.

  Ling Feng nodded, "Of course."

  When Lingfeng saw someone drawing with charcoal for the first time, he was very interested.

  "Alright, let's get started." Ye Yun picked up a piece of charcoal that was convenient to use, "Male? Female?"

  Woman.

  Yes, she likes it.

  "Fat or thin?"

  Thin.

  "Round face? Melon seed face? Or square face?"

  "Hmm..." Yan Cheng thought for a moment, "It should be a melon seed face."

  "Her hands moved deftly as she painted, while asking: 'What about the eyes? Phoenix eyes? Single eyelid? Double eyelids?'"

  "Double eyelids, should be phoenix eyes, very big eyes." Yan Cheng replied along with Ye Yun's question.

  Even he himself did not realize that all dominance was in Ye Yun's hands.

  Before he knew it, everyone had gathered around him.

  Ling Feng looked at Ye Yun's serious and focused profile, and his heart was moved.

  Just now when I asked the painter to paint, it was all a serious narrative, and then the painter painted according to what I said. But the paintings that came out were not very satisfactory.

  It wasn't until I heard Ye Yun's question that I realized the loopholes in Sheng Cheng's statement, and the most critical part was not clearly explained.

  No wonder those painters can't paint anything that looks like it.

  Apricot brought flour, was used as an eraser by Ye Yun.

  If you think there's something wrong, use flour to erase the carbon marks (PS: I haven't tried it and don't know if it works, just fictional!), then redraw them.