Cheng Yue'er's sleeve was gently ripped off, and a low voice came from the side, Cheng Yue'er's eyes flashed with a hint of discoloration, and she smiled coldly.

Although she has seen Jiang Wanxiu's blood-stained plums with her own eyes, today, she has made all the preparations, and look at how proud she Jiang Wanxiu is.

"In this round of piano skills, Jiang Wanxiu wins."

After that, the calligraphy and painting should have been divided into two rounds, Jiang Wanxiu was troublesome, so she proposed to simply combine the two into one, and write an inscription on the painting, which also saved a waste of time.

Seeing Jiang Wanxiu's contemptuous and disdainful appearance, Meng Rong'er was also furious, and waved her hand to let people put paper and ink.

It is still in the empty seat in the middle of the upper seat, and there are two huge desks, on which are placed good inkstones and paints, and wolf pens of different sizes on the pen stand, which are suitable for writing and painting.

Meng Rong'er is also from everyone in the end, even if the piano competition just now failed miserably, this scene of calligraphy and painting still restrained her emotions, calmly stood in front of the case, and started to paint.

On the other hand, Jiang Wanxiu, holding a wolf pen, dipped in ink, only drew a stroke on the rice paper, and then stopped moving, looking at the rice paper in a daze, and didn't know what she was thinking.

"It seems that this Miss Jiang has admitted defeat."

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"I'm sorry, could I ask me a favor?" Jiang Wanxiu put down the wolf pen and walked in front of Qin Lixuan.

According to Jiang Wanxiu's request, Qin Lixuan immediately sent his henchmen to leave to prepare what she wanted, but there was a little more thought between his eyebrows.

"Miss Jiang, what kind of trick is this? Why don't you draw it? Duan Haiyun looked at her curiously and stood in front of the desk.

"Piano skills can rely on skills, but calligraphy and painting can't, relying on day and night practice, Miss Jiang is afraid of my sister?"

The dreamer's maiden dreams softly, covering her mouth and making fun, obviously it should be a mocking word, but it seems like a joke between little girls when it comes out of her mouth.

Jiang Wanxiu hadn't refuted yet, but Jiang Wanwen jumped out, "My sister won't be afraid of Miss Meng, don't underestimate people." ”

"Hehe, then why hasn't she done it yet, my sister is already halfway done." After that, he snorted quite proudly.

"Even if my sister loses, there is still me, don't underestimate our Jiang family." Jiang Wanwen finally said this.

It's really a cold water splashed from head to toe, Jiang Wanxiu thought in her heart, this sister really doesn't expect her to order it at all, it's really sad.

While they were talking, the person sent out by Qin Lixuan had already returned, holding a few small bowls in their hands and a kettle.

Seeing that he was holding it carefully, he should have filled some water, but I saw that he put the things in his hand on the table in front of Jiang Wanxiu, took out a brand-new Zihao pen from his sleeve, nodded at her, and retreated.

Jiang Wanxiu poured some ink into several small bowls, took a kettle and poured some water into each small bowl, picked up the wolf pen in his hand just now and mixed the ink in several small bowls.

Then she glanced at the little guy who had just left, and the man immediately nodded and walked out, not knowing what he was going to get this time.

Surprisingly, Jiang Wanxiu threw aside the wolf pen in her hand, lifted the cuffs up a little, and her jade-like fingers went straight into the small bowl, and immediately drew on the rice paper when they were stained with ink.

Both hands are moving on the rice paper at the same time, and from a distance it looks like stroking the qin, and from time to time they reach into different small bowls to dip in ink.

The fair-skinned jade hands were stained with black ink, and there was no sense of embarrassment, but like a cute and naughty little girl playing, which made people particularly curious about the paintings she made.

After about a moment's work, the little servant led two of his subordinates over, and each of them took a clean basin in his hand.

Jiang Wanxiu looked at the painting on the desk steadily, nodded slightly, then walked to the next person to wash his hands, took the brocade on the basin and wiped it clean, then returned to the side of the case, picked up the Zihao pen, dipped some ink on the inkstone, and wrote the inscription with almost no pause.

After she finished writing the last word, Meng Rong'er had finished it, and the little girl held up her painting, and the judges were full of praise.

Meng Rong'er painted a picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty, clusters of flowers competing for beauty, natural charm, and unique ingenuity.

Although it is an ordinary picture of a hundred flowers, there is also a unique place, into the wood three points, lifelike, people have a feeling of being in a hundred gardens.

"The breeze dances and the bright moon, the dreams fall among the flowers, the Yiren flowers in the mirror, and the years are quiet and good." It's really a girl's feelings, but it's not just a girl's feelings.

Meng Rong'er smiled lightly, what she was most confident in was her own paintings.

It's just that when the little guy beside Jiang Wanxiu lifted her calligraphy and paintings, she obviously heard the sound of the people around her suddenly holding her breath, she frowned, turned her head to look at her calligraphy and paintings, and actually lost her mind in a daze.

It stands to reason that this is just an ordinary ink bamboo, with horizontal and oblique bamboo branches, dense branches and leaves, mountain stones, bamboo and wood, water waves and smoke clouds, and nothing special.

I don't know if it's because Jiang Wanxiu doesn't use a brush but a finger, but is more flexible and casual, moisturizing with ink, deep and spicy, simply out of order, mostly at hand, made at will, obviously sometimes out of shape, but it seems to be out of shape and like a god.

Many people like to learn to paint first, but it is not easy to really draw ink and bamboo.

Su Dongpo once said that painting bamboo must first become a bamboo in the chest, and there should be a gentleman's heart in the chest, so that it can be swept on the roll, so that the ink bamboo is the ink king.

However, those who have big hills and ravines in their chests can not be compared with very people, so there are many people who can draw bamboo, but there are very few people who can really draw bamboo well.

"Dust has always been like water, rarely tears, why do you want to love your life? Mo is affectionate, and his feelings hurt himself" Song Chen muttered in a low voice, looking at the ink bamboo in distraction like a demonic barrier, is this a poem that a fifteen-year-old girl should write?

Why does she always give him a feeling of going through the vicissitudes of life, as if she has seen through the joys and sorrows of the world, and she is indifferent to it.

Qin Lixuan swept over Jiang Wanxiu with a calm demeanor, and always felt that this girl exuded a charm that made people can't take their eyes off it.

He can imagine that when she grows up, she will be a peerless beauty in the city, calm and elegant, faintly smiling, and noble temperament, he secretly thought.

It seems that his master's rivals in the future must be a lot, thinking of this, he silently swept a handful of tears for his master, and inadvertently collided with Mo Zixuan's gaze, both of them found banter and understanding from each other's eyes, and in the end they still tacitly opened their eyes.

"Miss Jiang wins this time."

Jiang Wanxiu ignored Meng Rong'er's stunned, walked straight to Nan Rongran, stretched out her hand, and obviously asked him for a jade pendant.

Nan Rongran sighed, put Qinyu in her hand, and thought to herself that it was fortunately given to Jiang Wanxiu, otherwise she wouldn't be distressed to death.

This kind of ancient jade is not something that can be bought with money, but he is becoming more and more obsessed with Jiang Wanxiu, and it is true that this high-quality lady is not a false name.

Her piano skills are not mentioned for the time being, just talking about the ink bamboo is enough to make people surprised, but he is a little curious, she suddenly switched to painting with her fingers, is it a clever trick, or is there another reason.

However, his thoughts obviously did not affect Jiang Wanxiu, Jiang Wanxiu walked up to Qin Lixuan again and bowed slightly to him, "Thank you Deputy Master Qin for your help." ”

"It's just a matter of effort."

However, his gaze fell on the original wolf pens on the desk, and he silently withdrew his gaze and said to her:

"Since Miss Jiang has won, then Mingyue Villa will make a promise to Miss Jiang."

In the envy of everyone, Jiang Wanxiu smiled and sat back in her seat, naturally she didn't miss Jiang Wanwen's ugly face, and Nanmengxi and Cheng Yueer's jealous face.

After the dinner, the poetry tasting meeting ended, and all the daughters of the families left Mingyue Villa in their own carriages.

Because the owner of the village never appeared, those powerful officials who wanted to see him had to leave early, but they always saw the deputy owner Qin Lixuan, which was considered a bit of gain.

Before the dinner party ended, Jiang Wanwen had already left under the pretext of being unwell, Meng Rong'er also left early, and Meng Rouxin sat alone until the end.

Jiang Wanxiu just walked out of the villa, Xiling was already waiting outside the village, seeing Jiang Wanxiu walking along, Meng hurriedly stepped forward to wrap the cloak in his hand on her, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Miss finally came out, it's three o'clock in time, and it will be dangerous if you don't go back." ”

Jiang Wanxiu nodded, after all, this is outside the city, it is better to go back early.

As soon as she spoke, she saw Meng Rouxin smile at her and approached.

"Miss Dream Er, is this admiring the moon?"

She remembered that Meng Rouxin left the table in front of her, and it was time to go back to the house at this time, looking at her appearance, as if she was waiting for her outside the village, which made her a little curious.

"Miss Jiang, Rouxin is waiting for you here."

Meng Rouxin's body lacks a little bit of everyone's beautiful bearing, especially on a night like this, she is wrapped in a thick cloak, she looks more petite and lovely.

"Oh? Is there anything wrong Miss Yumeji waiting for me? Jiang Wanxiu glanced at Xi Ling, who immediately walked back to the carriage and waited.

Meng Rouxin bit her lip, as if she was a little hesitant, lowered her eyes and said, "Today's wolf pen was made by someone I asked to buy the subordinates of Mingyue Villa." ”

Although Jiang Wanxiu had already guessed that it was her handiwork, she didn't expect that she would have the ability to buy the subordinates of Mingyue Villa, if she didn't guess wrong, Rouxin should have come for the first time, and she already had the ability to buy people, which was really amazing.

However, what is the reason why she turned herself in so much?

"Why?" Jiang Wanxiu took the opportunity to ask.

"I ...... I can't help it, my status in Mengfu is embarrassing, and I am not as favored as my eldest sister. ”

She pursed her lips, and after a long while, she continued: "It was Cheng Yue'er and Jiang Wanwen who instructed me to do it, saying that as long as they succeed, defeat you, and let Jiang Wanwen become Miss Shang, they will definitely not treat me badly and will definitely help me." ”

If Jiang Wanwen becomes a concubine, she will often walk around with Rouxin at that time, and with Cheng Yue'er as a backstage, it will inevitably improve her status in Master Meng's heart.

Moreover, Cheng Yue'er has enough silver in her hand, and she thinks that she has tempted Rouxin with silver, and a concubine like her must have enough silver now to gain a foothold in the house, otherwise it will be difficult.

"Don't you know that your eldest sister is also Cheng Yue'er's subordinate?"

"I know, but I have no other way today, they are targeting our family, and they are all used as pawns to defeat you."

"But you told me, aren't you afraid that they will take revenge on you?"