The matter of Sipa was over, and although Ning Hong ordered that the matter should not be mentioned again, what happened in the front hall that day still spread throughout the entire mansion.

The second lady's love handkerchief to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince finally appeared on the eldest lady, but the eldest lady's silk handkerchief disappeared.

Everyone whispered that the eldest lady deliberately borrowed the second lady's silk handkerchief, wanting to ruin the second lady's reputation, but they never thought that they would lose their own mistakes.

Some people also said that it was the eldest lady who really fell in love with the prince at first sight, but because of her name, she didn't tell anyone, but shirked it to the second lady at the time of the incident, and it was tragically exposed.

These disagreements naturally reached Ning Zhao's ears, and she was not surprised by this result. After she treated Murong Cheng, Ning Lian stared at her silk handkerchief intentionally or unintentionally, how she didn't know that Ning Lian had a crooked mind, so she replaced her silk handkerchief that day.

The silk handkerchief of the two of them was originally made of the same cloud silk, and the feel was the same, the only difference was the words embroidered on it. And Ning Jian was also diverted by the fact that she had healed Murong Cheng at that time, and she was so stupid that she forgot to check whether the silk handkerchief was her own.

So much so that he had such a foreign appearance, lost face, and was scolded by Chen.

Since then, Ning Jian has not been able to go out, until this day, someone under the prince's door held a poetry meeting, and specially invited Ning Zhao and Ning Jian to go together, and the two sisters saw each other again.

The development of events in this life gradually deviated from the memory in the depths of Ning Zhao's mind, and the palace banquet and poetry meeting were all things she had not participated in in her previous life, and she was also mixed with joy and sorrow about this.

Xing Xu Ning Jian later understood that it was Ning Zhao who made a move in advance, and when he saw her, he no longer showed too much enthusiasm, and he was just not salty or distant along the way.

Even when he arrived at the poetry meeting, he didn't greet Ning Zhao again, and sat down and talked with his close friends in his boudoir.

She still kept the grievances she suffered a few days ago in mind, and was thinking about how to win back a game, when she heard someone compose an excellent poem.

From the heart, Ning Yingying stood up, and her voice was melodious and tactful: "It is a great pleasure to be able to enjoy such excellent verses here today. Good poetry shouldn't be so lonely, why not match it with a pair of wonderful methods? ”

She is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is quite famous in the talented girl circle in the capital, so what she said has successfully attracted everyone's attention.

During the banquet, someone responded: "Everyone knows that Miss Ning is a good painter, and it is rare to see Miss Ning's masterpieces on weekdays, are we so lucky to see Miss Ning show her hand today?" ”

Ning Jian chuckled, covered his face with his sleeves, and said modestly: "Gongzi praises, it is not me who wants to present a painting today, but my sister Ning Zhao." ”

Coldly being called by name, Ning Zhao raised her head, and saw that the eyes of the people around her fell on her.

Immediately, a woman next to her seemed to sneer, and her eyes were full of disdain: "Just her? Juan'er, are you sure she will be danqing? Don't lose face then. ”

"Yes," another woman chimed in, "she's just a maid in your house, and we don't invite maidens to poetry clubs on weekdays, so why did she follow you today?" ”

"What else can it be, if you want to be in the limelight, you don't weigh how many pounds and taels you have, don't be smiling and generous when the time comes."

As he spoke, there was another burst of laughter at the banquet.

Ning Lian feigned anger and said angrily: "Although Zhao'er is a concubine, her mother has always regarded her as her own, and she has been taught the same as me, and my father and mother have said that Zhao'er's intelligence is better than mine, but I don't have the opportunity to show it on weekdays." ”

"In that case, why don't you ask Sister Zhao'er to show her hand?" The woman who said this was the woman who satirized Ning Zhao's identity, and her eyes were full of schadenfreude.

These people who opened their mouths, Ning Zhao, were all familiar, and they basically revolved around Ning Lian on weekdays, so in order to please Ning Lianhuan, they were holding high and stepping on low.

With their yin and yang weirdness, how could Ning Zhao not understand that Ning Jian wanted her to paint in public, and Ning Jian decided that she didn't know anything about it, so she made up her mind to make her lose face in public.

Ning Zhao couldn't help but sigh secretly in her heart, and after a few days of hard work, she began to behave again.

Facing everyone's ridicule or ridicule eyes, Ning Zhao stood up and said calmly: "The little woman's painting skills are really not good, I am afraid that everyone will be disappointed." ”

Ning Jian urged: "It's okay, just show your hand at will." ”

Ning Zhao glanced at her lightly, but the moment he withdrew his gaze, there was a slight smile in his eyes.

She is indeed going to disappoint everyone, but only to those who want to see her jokes - it really is the skill branch of her white dot in her last life!

Ning Zhao calmly walked to the table that had already been prepared, and dipped the pen in ink without hurrying, and left a stroke on the rice paper.

Immediately, the strokes were smooth, the wrists flew, and the painting process did not pause at all.

"I'd like to see what my sister draws......"

Ning Jian approached with a smile, but when his eyes touched the rice paper, the smile and words on the corner of his mouth stopped abruptly at the same time.

Her eyes widened in disbelief and she took a few steps back uncontrollably.

A moment later, Ning Zhao's last stroke was completed, and the moment he lifted the pen, there was a momentum bursting out for no reason, and there was more taste of looking at the world, which made people unconsciously feel a pang in their hearts.

It wasn't until she unfolded her painting that everyone came back to their senses, but they were momentarily stunned when they saw her painting.

This is an ink painting, there is only a simple landscape and a flat boat in the painting, but the depth of the ink is just right, and the artistic conception of the whole painting is profound, which actually complements the poem written by the previous person.