Jiang Wanxiu was already prepared in her heart, but she smiled softly and shyly, corrected her, and said, "I said it just now, but it's not as powerful as Miss Biao said." ”

Bai Qingqing immediately took over, "Sister, come up and paint, let everyone see how powerful your painting is." ”

"My sister has won the prize. The little woman's painting is average, but since you want to appreciate it today, then I naturally can't be disappointed. ”

Jiang Wanxiu walked out of her seat, her silver-white fairy skirt fluttering, and her beauty was overwhelming.

She walked on stage like this, her body swaying, but she attracted everyone's attention.

Jiang Wanxiu walked to the desk where Jiang Wanwen had just painted, Jiang Wanwen's painting had been hung on the easel, and there was only blank rice paper left, Jiang Wanxiu picked up the pen and put down the pen to paint.

Biting her lip and gently holding the pen, she slowly drew each stroke, the pain of the wound made layers of sweat ooze from her forehead, and the wound wrapped in the bandage also cracked happily, and a little blood leaked out of the white bandage.

Everyone stared at her one by one, watching her draw a pair of plum blossoms with one stroke.

The plum blossom represents a strong, tenacious vitality.

Jiang Wanxiu wants to tell everyone that no matter what kind of predicament she encounters, she will always raise her head and go on tenaciously.

Song Yuanxi looked at the resolute Jiang Wanxiu, his heart tightened, and he felt a little distressed.

It took a long time for Jiang Wanxiu to finish the painting, and everyone watched her finish with a difficult stroke, and no one urged her.

Putting down the pen, Jiang Wanxiu dipped the blood stains on the bandage with the tips of her left hand, and embellished it little by little on the heart of the plum blossom, and the red blood stains suddenly made the plum blossoms look more lifelike.

After finishing, Jiang Wanxiu lifted the painting and put it on the desk. I saw that the rice paper was also painted with flowers, but whether it was from the rendering technique or the far-reaching comparison of the artistic conception, the plum blossoms painted by Jiang Wanxiu were better than the lotus flowers in Jiang Wanwen's pond.

This one is better.

Mo Zixuan clapped his hands and praised, looked at Jiang Wanxiu with admiration and smiled: "Good! Well drawn! It is amazing to be able to draw to this point with an injured hand, especially the plum heart drawn with blood."

Jiang Wanwen didn't have the slightest complacency, this was the experience of her previous life, she was never proud, but it was happy to let Bai Qingqing lift a stone and shoot herself in the foot.

Song Yuanxi's eyes fell on the painting, and then fell on Jiang Wanxiu's hand wrapped into a zongzi, others admired her talent, only his eyes, looking at the white bandage soaked with blood stains was particularly dazzling.

He motioned to the doctor with him to go and re-bandage Jiang Wanxiu.

The doctor handed the remaining plaster into Xia Zhu's hands and instructed Jiang Wanxiu: "Three times a day, once in the morning, noon and evening, it will be fine in four or five days, remember not to use your hands excessively like just now." ”

Jiang Wanxiu smiled and nodded, "Thank you, doctor, Wanxiu knows." ”

Lin Xuanran personally hung the painting on the easel and uploaded it below, allowing everyone to watch it one by one.

Bai Qingqing's face was pale, and he regretted it and wanted to hang himself.

And Jiang Wanwen on the side was even more like chewing wax in her heart, she looked at Jiang Wanxiu's painting coldly, her chest rose and fell, and her hand holding the handkerchief tightened.

She has obviously been appreciated by everyone, but Bai Qingqing has to ask Jiang Wanxiu to paint, and now the two paintings are hanging together, her paintings look very ordinary, not to mention that Jiang Wanxiu still paints with her injured hand, and others have long forgotten about her painting just now.

I hated Jiang Wanxiu in my heart, but Bai Qingqing, who hated it even more, ruined my good deeds again and again.

Everyone looked at the painting and discussed, but this time Jiang Wanxiu's eyes were different.

Some are secretly admired in their hearts, and some are even more jealous.

Chen Yue'er looked at the painting made by Jiang Wanxiu with her injured hand, and she was very jealous.

Listening to the admiration of the ladies on the side, Cheng Yue'er rolled her eyes and snorted coldly.

Seeing that she was angry, some of the daughters who followed her quickly stopped praising and quietly sat aside.

Jiang Wanxiu turned her head slightly and saw Bai Qingqing's regretful face, she was very relieved in her heart, and a light smile was hooked at the corner of her mouth.

"Bai Qingqing, what you said is really right. Jiang Wanxiu was really injured and drew very well. Mo Zixuan admired Jiang Wanxiu's paintings, and while being amazed, he did not forget to satirize Bai Qingqing.

Mo Zixuan has clear grievances, and it is very unpleasant to look at her.

The next moment, I saw Jiang Wanxiu looking at her with a smile and said, "Today, everyone is playing the piano and painting, how can there be no tea to help the fun." My cousin's tea art is a must, so why don't you ask my cousin to perform tea art for everyone and make a pot of tea. ”

As soon as everyone heard this, they all felt familiar, Bai Qingqing forced Jiang Wanxiu to paint just now, and now the feng shui is taking turns, and it is her turn.

Without waiting for Bai Qingqing to refuse, he saw Song Yuanxi glance at Lin Xuanran gesturedly.

I heard Lin Xuanran's cold voice, and said lightly, "Yes." ”

"But, Childe, I ......" Bai Qingqing's face changed greatly when he heard this.

Since she came to Wenhui, she has tried to minimize the time she sits, because although the injury on her buttocks has been recuperating for a long time, she still can't sit for a long time.

And performing the tea ceremony, that sitting is half an hour, how can her ass stand it.

Mo Zixuan had already instructed, "Come on, bring up the tea set." ”

Bai Qingqing wanted to refuse, but her reason was really indescribable, did she want to say in front of so many people that her ass was beaten and she couldn't sit? That must not be laughed at.

That is, half an hour, bear with it.

Bai Qingqing was driven to the shelves, so he had to kneel in front of the tea set, and he wanted to strangle Jiang Wanxiu to death in his heart.

Jiang Wanxiu, a slut, knew that her ass was broken, and deliberately asked her to perform tea art, just to see her make a fool of herself and take revenge openly, which is hateful

This woman, she will definitely not be spared.

Jiang Wanxiu felt the bitter hatred in Bai Qingqing's eyes, but her face was light and unmoved.

Bai Qingqing made tea in the lobby, and there were other ladies who went up to perform. First one played the piano, then one played the flute, and another danced, I don't know if it was because there were Jiang sisters in front of them, and there were several people who wrote and painted.

By the time the fifth person played the piano, Bai Qingqing really couldn't hold on, trembling all over, the water was already boiling at this time, but there was still the last formality.

Bai Qingqing endured it for the sake of her own face, but when she was about to pour tea with the teapot, her buttocks really hurt and couldn't stand it, the whole person fell crookedly, and a pot of hot tea was splashed on her legs, and she screamed in pain.

"Miss Table." Jiang Wanxiu and Jiang Wanwen went up at the same time, Bai Qingqing's two thighs were already half wet, and the tea stains were clearly visible, steaming hot.

Look at the damage like this.

Jiang Wanwen saw that Bai Qingqing was also so messy at this time, and sneered in her heart, but she still said with a worried face, "Come on, please doctor." ”

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts me......" Bai Qingqing's thighs hurt, his buttocks hurt too, his forehead was full of cold sweat, his pretty face was pale, he stared at Jiang Wanxiu, gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Wanxiu, you hurt me, I won't let you go......"

Jiang Wanxiu curled her lips and smiled, "What nonsense is my sister talking about?" ”

She immediately raised her voice and said to the maidservant girl beside her, "Xiaoyi, why don't you help your young lady go down to change her clothes and check her injuries." ”

Bai Qingqing looked at her face at this time, but felt as terrifying as a hellish ghost.

Seeing this happen again, Lin Xuanran, who was presiding over the meeting, looked at Bai Qingqing coldly.

He beckoned, and immediately two maidservants helped Bai Qingqing to the backyard.

Everyone looked at the faces of everyone with different faces this time, what happened to Bai Qingqing?

Most of the ladies have learned tea art, and no one will be like her, just making a tea, fidgeting, and finally being scalded by tea.

"This is her tea art?" Song Yuanxi raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Wanxiu smiled charmingly, her eyes were full of coldness, and she pursed her lips and said, "It's rude." Presumably, Miss Table is inconvenient today and has not played well, please forgive me. ”

Then ask someone to make tea. Song Yuanxi said casually, and immediately there was a lady who wanted to show more, so she volunteered, Lin Xuanran was approved, and took over Bai Qingqing's previous position.

Everyone didn't know the inside story, but they only felt that Bai Qingqing's tea art was not fine. Only Jiang Wanwen understood in her heart that Jiang Wanxiu was deliberately cleaning up.

However, she didn't think that Jiang Wanxiu did something wrong, when Bai Qingqing framed Jiang Wanxiu, she disturbed her talent, Jiang Wanwen hated it so much, and now someone has taught Bai Qingqing a lesson for her, she watched the show with a smile on the side, what's wrong.

The banquet continued, and after a while, Song Yuanxi got up from the sandalwood chair lazily, and his cold voice was magnetic, "I'm tired, let's disperse first, Zixuan, can you go with me?" ”

"I knew you didn't have that much to enjoy." Mo Zixuan sighed helplessly, "Okay, I'll go with you." ”

Song Yuanxi was dressed in white and walked out of the hall flutteringly, his cold eyes paused slightly on Jiang Wanxiu's body and then moved away, and he returned to his usual indifferent and arrogant appearance.

Mo Zixuan behind him also glanced at Jiang Wanxiu like him, but his eyes were full of smiles.

The people saluted and watched them go away.

After sitting like this for an hour, everyone was tired, so they left the Wenhui in twos and threes.

Jiang Wanxiu saw that it was getting late, and Bai Qingqing had already been sent back to the house, so she discussed with Jiang Wanwen and prepared to return home together.

Before leaving, Jiang Wanwen walked to Lin Xuanran's side, and only after saying goodbye did he go out of the house with Jiang Wanxiu.

The carriage was bumpy all the way, and Jiang Wanxiu was a little sleepy, so she leaned on Xia Zhu's shoulder and squinted for a while.

After a while, they arrived at Jiang's mansion.

Qiu Ju helped the young lady out of the carriage, Jiang Wanwen also followed, and the two entered Jiang's mansion and walked to the Heshoutang where the old lady lived.

At night, the prize house is brightly lit.

When I went, I heard Bai Qingqing's crying at the door.

Bai Qingqing was unkempt, his face was pale, his face was full of tears and snot, and he was extremely embarrassed.

The old lady rubbed her eyebrows and sighed, and Mama Li walked in with a bowl of soothing tea, and said, "Old lady, the eldest lady and the second lady have returned, and it's not too early, why don't you let them come to say goodbye?" ”

The old lady said with a tired face: "This kind of thing happened today, how can I sleep, let you come in!" ”

Since Bai Qingqing came back, she has been crying in her ear about Jiang Wanxiu's bad words, and she is annoyed to hear it.

Tonight's Jiang Mansion can be said to have not stopped.

"Wanwen, tell me about the meeting." The old lady said.

I wanted to hear what Jiang Wanxiu said, but after thinking about it, I was afraid that Bai Qingqing would cry again and say that she was biased towards Jiang Wanxiu, so I temporarily changed my mind.

Jiang Wanwen smiled lightly, glanced at Bai Qingqing, who was kneeling on the ground and crying, and said:

"I wanted to report to my grandmother tomorrow, but my grandmother asked and didn't dare not answer."

So I told me what happened at the meeting from beginning to end.

I have been hearing that the old lady has such a calm temperament at the end, and she has also been listened to by the ups and downs of the twists and turns at the literary meeting, and her face is extremely wonderful.