"It was painted by his scholar." Su Qian pointed to the first three paintings, "These three were all painted by his scholar, only this one was painted by that scholar."
Upon hearing this, Chu Yu showed a flash of surprise: "If a scholar can copy to such a standard, that scholar's painting skills must be very high, right?"
"Not really that high!"
Just then, a white-robed person emerged from the tower.
This person had distinguished features, fair skin, and flowing long hair, appearing even more graceful than the scholar as portrayed by Chu Ming.
"Brother, why did you come out?" Su Qian asked, turning around.
Chu Yu also looked over quickly, clasping his hands in greeting: "Brother Su."
Su Zhe raised his hand, lightly arranging Su Qian's hair in front of her forehead, speaking warmly: "Though my sister's eye is not bad, these paintings aren't particularly skillful, but they have appealing points."
As he spoke, he also greeted Chu Yu with a clasped hand: "Young Master Chu."
