Super System Plundering the Heaven

"Personal literacy?"

Ye Yu chuckled and asked, "Uncle Han, what do you mean by that?"

Han Shiyue looked at Ye Yu and said Shen Sheng, "Our Han family is the first scholar of calligraphy, and your aunt is even more fascinated by calligraphy and painting."

With a finger, he pointed at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, Han Shiyue proudly said, "Look! These are all made by famous artists in the world!"

Ye Yu looked in the direction indicated by Han Shiyue.

I have to say that Han Shiyue's collection is quite rich. The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall are from the hands of famous artists of all dynasties.

Ye Yu is a talented master of literature. In Ye Yu's eyes, these calligraphy and paintings are pretty good.

Han Shiyue saw Ye Yu carefully looking at her collection, and was very satisfied with Ye Yu's "shocked" eyes.

Looking at Han Xue, Han Shiyue coddled and said, "Xiao Xue was influenced by her mother since she was a child, and she likes calligraphy and painting very much. I don't want to send Xiao Xue to the upstart household who doesn't understand anything!"

Ye Yu raised an eyebrow, this is challenging the dignity of a literary master!

"Uncle Han, then according to your meaning, how can it be considered tasteful?"

Han Shiyue chuckled, pointed to the gift box brought by Ye Yu, and said, "Don't you say you brought a picture, a pen?"

"Then prove it! You must have chosen this gift carefully?"

Ye Yu nodded and said, "Of course, this gift comes from a master."

"Hands of a master?" Han Shiyue chuckled. "If the gift you brought satisfies your aunt, I have nothing to say!"

After Han Shiyue finished, he turned to look at Min Rou and said Shen Sheng, "Wife, you can't lower the bar!"

Min Rou glared at Han Shiyue and said apologetically to Ye Yu, "Xiao Yu, it's not your aunt who doesn't help you. The aunt's favorite life is calligraphy and painting."

"Auntie was happy with what calligraphy and painting you brought, but since your uncle said so, don't blame Auntie's vision!"

Facing Min Rou's apologetic look, Ye Yu waved his hands indifferently. "Auntie doesn't need to apologize, I believe this picture will satisfy Auntie!"

Seeing Ye Yu's affirmation, Min Rou nodded and said, "All right."

Reaching out his hand, Min Rou opened the box containing the scroll.

Taking out the scroll and holding it in his hand, Min Rou gave a soft whisper, "Well! This is a good raw rice paper!"

Han Shiyue snorted coldly and whispered, "A good painting, it's a painter, not a paper!"

Min Rou gave Han Shiyue a glance, holding the drawing axis, Lianbu moved lightly, came to the desk, and slowly unfolded the drawing axis.

I saw snow-white rice paper covered with thick ink and light color, and countless colorful butterflies flying in pairs.

As the breeze came, the butterflies danced, and it seemed that several people were among the flowers. The playful butterflies were flying around, sometimes resting on their shoulders, sometimes between their fingers, and laughing and interacting with everyone.

"Okay! Good painting! This is a masterpiece!"

Min Rou took the lead in returning, staring at the spring and autumn fragrance on the desk in amazement, applauding again and again.

Han Xue was dazzling, staring at the real Tang Bohu, thinking of the ignorant emotion between himself and Ye Yu, and his shy cheeks became flushed.

Han Shiyue looked at this painting in shock, but did not expect that Ye Yu had brought this amazing masterpiece!

"Here, who painted this picture?"

Ye Yu reached for the seal on the scroll and said loudly, "Tang Yin, the true story of Tang Bohu!"

"impossible!"

Han Shiyue shouted, and said coldly, "Ye Yu, do you know Tang Bohu? How easy is it to get his true story?"

Han Xue looked at the seal and said, "Look, this seal is written by Tang Yin's private seal. Why isn't it Tang Bohu's true story? And this picture is really good!"

Han Shiyue sighed and said, "Although this painting is good, it can't be Tang Yin's true story at all!"

"Xiao Xue, most of the existing ones are fakes. Tang Yin's true story can be said to be rare!"

Min Rou's expression on the side also became lonely. Her personal favorite was Tang Yin's paintings, but unfortunately she could not see them.

Upon hearing this, Han Shiyue looked proud and said to Ye Yu, "Xiao Yu, it's not your uncle who disagrees with you. This painting really disappoints your aunt!"