All capable scholars cared about their vision and mood. They should be picky about every object they use. Cultivating a good vision would also be beneficial to writing.
However, if one looked closely around Master Mo…
Tsk…
Baili Ji was annoyed.
Her armchair and table were ordinary and were not worth much money. There was not even a rosewood or red sandalwood object in the room. It was fine if she did not pay attention to the material, but the design was not good either. The top was bald, there was no pattern at all.
At least carve some plum, orchid, bamboo or chrysanthemum to show a gentleman's style, right?
Sigh, a pair of good hands were wasted.
There were many things downstairs, but they were actually carved for dead people.
Feeling Baili Ji's disdainful gaze, Xie Qiao could not help but feel wronged.
Her hands trembled twice, and she hurriedly put down the brush. She slowly took out a pill and ate it.
