The Favored Medical Princess

The moon sets in the west and the sun rises in the east, this eventful night is finally over.

Nangong Yue got up early again, and everything was as usual. When the girls arrived at Jing Zhe Ju, it was just a moment before the twilight time, and they still had time to do some pre-class preparations.

Nangong Yue unhurriedly put her calligraphy and painting on the desk.Yesterday, Mr. Fang asked them to complete a calligraphy and painting and bring it over, but only Nangong Yue knew that what she brought was an old painting from the past.She hooked her lips sarcastically, the aunt didn't like her being too limelight, but she didn't know that she didn't care about it at all!

Nangong Yue looked at the others calmly. Nangong Tsang was always high and confident, Nangong Yan was still cowardly and inferior, Nangong Lin was proud, and Su Qingping...

Nangong Yue looked at Su Qingping playfully. If she remembered correctly, Su Qingping in her previous life only knew little about qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, but now she looks confident...

At this time, Fang Ru arrived on time.She was always serious and expressionless, and the first sentence was straight to the point: "Girls, spread out your calligraphy on the desk."

As always, Fang Ru's first look was Nangong Tseng's painting.Nangong Yue remembered that Nangong Tsang's paintings were always good, but her handwriting was relatively weak.

Sure enough, after seeing Nangong Tsang's painting, Fang Ru nodded in appreciation, "This painting is in harmony with the mountains and rivers. It is harmonious and freehand. It's a pity that the painting skills are immature, but if you have this level at your age, you are considered excellent." After a while, she looked at Nangong Tsang's paintings again, and always felt that something was missing, "Why don't you mention the words?"

Nangong Tsang showed a hint of embarrassment and explained: "The student's handwriting is three points off, which may affect the overall aesthetic feeling, so he did not mention the words."

Fang Ru nodded, with a trace of regret in his eyes, and did not speak any more, then went to look at Nangongyan's painting.

Nangongyan painted a picture of a chicken pecking at rice. The crooked lines were barely hooked into the shape of a chicken. The four slender claws supported the whole body crookedly. There were a few drops of thick ink under the chicken claws. For rice, the painting style is simple and naive, like the work of a five-year-old child.

But even so, Fang Ru still looked as usual, and said lightly: "More practice."

"Yes, sir." Nangongyan blushed with shame, and her whole body almost shrank into a ball.

The third one is Nangong Yue. She brought a painting she made a month ago by her self before her rebirth, a sunset evening photo—of course, at the age of nine, her painting skills are very ordinary.

Fang Ru frowned, a little disappointed.Nangong Yue's piano skills made her overestimate this second girl.Fang Ru looked up at Nangong Yue, but saw that the other party was calm, with a hint of freedom.She was stunned for a while, then looked at Nangong Yue again, seeing the other person's cramped expression, which was not incompatible with the immaturity of this age, she was a little amused, and she was dazzled.

"An inch is short, and a foot is long." Fang Ru did not directly comment on Nangong Yue's painting skills, but euphemistically said, "The three girls should spend more time practicing the piano on weekdays.

Nangong Chen, who was beside him, heard the words, he straightened his waist, and put a confident smile on his face, making up his mind secretly.

Of course, Nangong Yue understood what Fang Ru meant. Although she didn't care about the other party's evaluation, she still pretended to be modest and said, "Yes, sir, the students will practice the piano well."

Then it was Nangong Lin's turn.Different from others, what Nangong Lin brought was not a painting, but a set of characters, and the beautiful plum blossom seal appeared on the paper, exuding a faint fragrance of ink.

"Not bad." Fang Ru nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.When she was invited by the Zhao family, she said that it was enough to focus on teaching Nangong Tsang. She also met Nangong Tsang at the time, and after she really felt that she was a malleable talent, she agreed.But she didn't want this young lady from Nangong Mansion to have their own strengths. Nangong Tsang was good at painting, Nangong Yue Jingqin, and Nangong Lintong calligraphy. It was beyond her expectations!