The rain outside poured down like a waterfall, while inside, a peachy fragrance filled the room.
Upon the long table, white silk spread out, with brushes for outlining, coloring, arranging, crab claws, and fox tails neatly laid upon a Five-Peak brush rest.
In the color-mixing bowl, there were soft hues of ochre, guanghua, gamboge, and rouge.
A beautiful woman sat holding silk as Du Wenchang sketched with his brush.
"Since the Great Qian era, everyone favors literati painting, using thick Xuan paper and abandoning the use of silk along with green and blue paints.
But if you ask me, true green and blue painting should still be done on silk, the colors adhere well, and the ink doesn't spread easily. In spring when it warms and the rains increase, if you used Xuan paper, the paintings would be ruined."
"Not only are your poems superb, Master Du, I had no idea that your painting skills were also so formidable."
