Song Qian didn't get angry when he saw her like this, but just stepped aside silently. And Fuhe knows that an eldest lady like Zhao Liuyin has a high heart and wants to compete for everything.

For the sake of face, she didn't say much, but just followed Zhao Liuyin and said, "Miss Zhao is really bothered, don't stay here, everyone go in quickly."

Mrs. County Ling gave Song Qian a look and motioned for her to follow.

Song Qian comprehended and followed with his things.

The prefect's wife held Zhao Liuyin's hand all the way to the backyard, and from time to time Zhao Liuyin would turn to look at them, as if she was proud of Song Qian.

"Ignore her." The county commander's wife, Wanqiu, whispered to Song Qian.

Song Qian nodded, she naturally wouldn't be bored to fight for this kind of thing, since Zhao Liuyin wanted it, let her take it.

When they came to the backyard, Fuhe really prepared tea and snacks in the pavilion, waiting for them to come and sit down.

As the master, Fuhe naturally sat on the main seat, and then beckoned his good sister Wanqiu to sit in the deputy seat.

Because Wanqiu was trying to help Song Qian introduce her this time, when she saw that there was still a place left next to Fu He, she pushed Song Qian to let her sit over, not wanting to be preempted by a figure.

Song Qian staggered a few steps, frowned and looked at Zhao Liuyin as if she had nothing to do, she took Fuhe's arm innocently, and pretended to care about Song Qian: "Song Niangzi, what's wrong with you? Did you accidentally trip over something under your feet? Mrs. County Commander, you better hold on to Mrs. Song, lest you fall, right?"

Don't you know what happened to her just now?

"You ......"

Looking at Zhao Liuyin's pretending appearance, Mrs. County Ling had never experienced such anger, and her face became unhappy at the moment, and Song Qian pulled her sleeve to signal her to calm down.

Zhao Liuyin still looks like a grin, in contrast, it seems that Mrs. County Ling has a bad temper.

And Fuhe took in the scene just now, but she didn't say anything, just drank tea by herself, after all, as long as she opened her mouth, this kind of thing must be on the side.

On the one hand, Zhao Liuyin, who came from the imperial capital at the behest of the Empress Dowager, and on the other hand, the wife of the county magistrate with the most power in the local area, who had been friends for many years, could not be offended if she wanted to be safe and sound.

The best thing to do is to leave it alone.

As for Song Qian, she must also be a smart person, so she naturally knows the thoughts of everyone in it, and she will not be bold enough to cause any trouble.

Song Qian could only sit a little far away from Fuhe now.

"I knew you were coming, and I was looking forward to it day and night." In just a few words, Fuhe dissipated the original tense atmosphere.

After all, she has spoken, even if she doesn't deal with it, she has to make a show.

Zhao Liuyin kept pulling Fuhe to ask for warmth, Song Qian was interrupted several times when she wanted to speak, and she couldn't interject at all, and she didn't dare to be too presumptuous, for fear of upsetting Fuhe.

Seeing her like this, Wanqiu finally found an opportunity to stop Zhao Liuyin's words and said, "Fuhe, I remember that you don't like to collect calligraphy and paintings or something? Your study is full of treasures."

Zhao Liuyin was interrupted by force, but there was no way to refute it, so he could only swallow his anger in his stomach.

"You know me, this person has to find something to do when his life is good, otherwise it will be boring. My father and mother liked to read and write, and I didn't like to play calligraphy, paintings, and writing, which can be regarded as passing the time." Fuhe faintly showed off. Look at the book

Wan Qiu hurriedly followed her words: "It just so happened that this time Song Niangzi brought a painting and said that she wanted to present it to you, and everyone knows that you are proficient in this thing, why don't you come to appreciate it?" As soon as the words fell, Song Qian took out the scroll and respectfully handed it to Fuhe.

Seeing this, Zhao Liuyin secretly screamed badly, and the hand holding the handkerchief couldn't help but tighten, and his eyes stared straight at the scroll.

She regretted that she hadn't found out earlier that Song Qian's painting was taken from Zi Sangchuan, otherwise she would have destroyed it and not let it appear in front of Fuhe, stealing her limelight.

Fuhe was very useful for the praise, and he was already interested, so he agreed to push the boat down the river, and then let it

The maid helped open the scroll.

"This painting...... Where did Song Niangzi come from?" Fu He was very surprised to see the exquisite skills on the painting, and was immediately attracted away, and concluded that the person who painted was by no means ordinary, so he asked Song Qian curiously.

Wanqiu pushed Song Qian to Fuhe's side, signaling her to seize the opportunity to express herself, Song Qian did not live up to her expectations, and replied very calmly: "Madam, this painting was asked for by the folk girl from the famous calligraphy and painting master Zi Sangchuan from the imperial capital, I know that you like calligraphy and painting, so I want to give it to you, I don't know if you like it or not."

As soon as he heard that the painter was actually Zi Sangchuan, Fuhe's face suddenly turned pleasant, and he stroked the painting shaft in disbelief and said, "It is worthy of being made by Master Zi Sangchuan, which is breathtaking. Song Niangzi has a heart, I heard that this Master Sangchuan doesn't like to deal with people on weekdays, how did you get it?"

Because of this, Fuhe's attitude towards Song Qian is much closer.

"It's the master who thinks that he has fallen in love with the folk girl, and the folk girl has no other ability to make some food, so the master is kind enough to make a painting with the folk girl." Song Qian said with some embarrassment, Fu He laughed after hearing this, and continued to study the painting.

And Wan Qiu was relieved to see that there was no mistake, and then looked at Zhao Liuyin, whose face was blue and white for a while, with some smugness.

Hongyin's hand was pinched, and she frowned in pain. After raising her eyes and seeing Zhao Liuyin's gloomy face, she instantly understood what she meant, and walked boldly to the painting scroll.

Wanqiu suddenly sensed that something was wrong and felt that she had bad intentions.

After Hongyin settled down, he pretended to be casual and said, "Miss, Hongyin has no knowledge, in the past, I saw that those calligraphy and paintings, everyone's works were all stamped and signed, but there is no one on this painting. Sure enough, he is a master, but he is different from others."

"Hongyin, don't talk nonsense." Zhao Liuyin's brows furrowed, and he walked up to her with a pretended disgust, then looked at the scroll and said, "It's really, maybe it's really the master who is different from others, Mrs. Prefect, do you say?"

Hearing their words, Fuhe also felt that something was wrong.

Although Zi Sangchuan's painting is hard to find, she has been shuttling among the powerful in the past, and she has also seen his authentic works once or twice. Each painting has his special seal and inscription, but this one doesn't.

With this idea, and with Song Qian's identity, how could it be possible for Zi Sangchuan to really give her a painting, all kinds of Fuhe couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of this painting. And this is exactly the purpose of Zhao Liuyin's master and servant.

Song Qian didn't expect Zhao Liuyin to use this trick, her brain was thinking quickly, and when she was about to refute it, she saw Zhao Liuyin come forward and touch the painting scroll and said, "This is really similar to what Master Zi Sangchuan painted, presumably this master also follows Master Zi Sangchuan."

This sentence seems to say that Song Qian's painting is just someone imitating Zi Sangchuan's handwriting, not Zi Sangchuan's own handwriting.

After hearing this, Wan Qiu put it down and retorted, "Miss Zhao said this, but what evidence is there to prove that this is not Master Zisangchuan's handwriting? Since there is none, there is no basis for empty words, but you are responsible."

"What is the prefectural lady doing? I'm just following what my maid said, Song Niangzi is not so stingy, how can she worry about a subordinate, isn't it?"

Hongyin didn't dare to make a sound on the side.

"What the next person said, the master has to guide her to do what she said is right, Miss Zhao, this is the first time I have seen it, and I think it is very fresh." At this time, Wanqiu didn't want to save face for Zhao Liuyin, after all, she had been suppressing them everywhere since she entered the door, and she couldn't get along with them. Now that she is on the territory of Sulou Town, she is still afraid that she will not succeed as the county lady?

Zhao Liuyin didn't expect to be refuted by Wanqiu, and was dumbfounded for a while.

Song Qian next to him also clarified the ins and outs at this time, and looked at Zhao Liuyin and her maid with a wide range of eyes.

This Zhao Liuyin is indeed scheming, every time she relies on her maid to make trouble, and when something happens to her, she will blame Hongyin, and she can get out of the way.

She really didn't feel worth it for Hongyin.

Song Qian originally felt that they were face-saving characters for each other in front of Fuhe, and the grievances in the past were put down first

If she doesn't want Zhao Liuyin to be stable, then she doesn't have to give in.

So she followed Wanqiu and Zhao Liuyin's own words: "It seems that the education of the Zhao Mansion is indeed amazing, even a subordinate can know the master's work, and he knows how to do elegant things. Then Miss Zhao must have studied this more well, right? After all, you are well-informed, why don't you show your hand now as a village woman in a small town like me? Let the folk girls see how you appreciate the paintings of the masters."

Zhao Liuyin originally just wanted to embarrass Song Qian, but he didn't expect to catch fire. Moreover, Song Qian's request is not excessive, and in the eyes of others, it is even a chance for her to express herself.

Feeling a few eyes on him, especially when there was also Fuhe's expectation, Zhao Liuyin had no choice but to catch the duck on the shelf, and came to the painting scroll calmly, carefully trying to find the flaws from above.

But she knew that this was Zi Sangchuan's handwriting, how could there be a flaw? Now it's shooting yourself in the foot.

Wan Qiu looked at her and couldn't help but say, "Miss Zhao, since this painting has no flaws, doesn't it mean that it is real? Why be so serious, don't disturb everyone's Yaxing."

Song Qian didn't dare to relax her vigilance, and stared at Zhao Liuyin tightly, fortunately, she stopped it in time when she was ready to make a bad move.

Although Zhao Liuyin couldn't find any flaws, he still said in a firm tone: "Although this painting looks like it is from Master Zi Sangchuan at first glance, a closer look can show that this person's technique is not skilled enough, and he is not firm enough when he paints, which can easily deflect the charm of the painting." Although Zhao Liuyin didn't know what he was talking about, he was sure that this painting was not painted by Zi Sangchuan himself.

Song Qian only felt ridiculous when he heard her blunt explanation, and after resisting the idea of debunking her, he defended himself and said: "Madam, it is said that the master will not only work on the seal and the payment, but also on the painting or the painting tools, let's take a look at what is on this painting, and we can know if it is the handwriting of Master Zi Sangchuan."

Actually, she guessed too, but she couldn't help it. Song Qian can only bet, betting that he can guess correctly.

"Yes, Mrs. Song is right." Fuhe's reaction seemed to affirm Song Qian's words, this son Kuwagawa would indeed make a fuss about the painting to prove that it was his own painting.

This made Song Qian's heart suddenly happy, but Zhao Liuyin stiffened in disbelief.

Why didn't she think of this stubble? If there really is, wouldn't it prove that what she said was false, so what would Fuhe think of her?

But now Zhao Liuyin is too late to stop it, even if he wants to.