Chu Qingwan recalled some of the poems he had read in modern times and selected one of the masterpieces by the poet Li Bai.

"'Lanling's wine is filled with tulips, and the jade bowl contains amber light. But it makes the host drunk, and the guests don't know where they are.'"

As the words fell, you could hear a needle drop in the room.

Five years ago, everyone knew that the daughter-in-law of the Chu Mansion had grown up in the countryside and had no ideas. Therefore, she was not welcomed back to the Chu Mansion. She also looked down upon herself, flirted with others, and eventually caused trouble.

A disreputable one.

Roujia had already heard this clearly, and she hinted to the two young ladies before the banquet started that she wanted her to embarrass herself again in the princess's mansion today.

But who would have thought that she would have such a good literary talent!

The time it took her to compose the poem was much shorter than the other two. It is not an exaggeration to say that she wrote the poem in an instant. This was not embarrassing at all, it was clearly a show-off!

Chu Qingwan had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions and humbly handed over his hands: "You're showing off your shame."

The two ladies were ashamed when they heard this.

This is called showing off one's ugliness, so what is it for them? This is nonsense!

The atmosphere was a little stagnant. A young lady in a goose-yellow dress clapped her hands several times and praised: "What a poem!"

When Chu Qingwan heard the sound, he looked over and recognized that she was the daughter of the Minister of War. He smiled at her and said, "Thank you, Miss Zhao."

Zhao Xinyu was slightly shocked: "Do you recognize me?"

Chu Qingwan was neither humble nor arrogant: "Miss Zhao is both talented and beautiful, and has a good reputation. I have heard about it for a long time."

After returning to Kyoto, Chu Qingyue kept pestering her. Chu Qingwan guessed that such a day would come sooner or later, so he asked General Wei Zhan to inquire about the daughters of the ministers in the court.

She didn't expect that it would come in handy at Roujia's poetry meeting.

Zhao Xinyu waved his hand: "Compared with your talent and appearance, this is just a little witch who has met the ancestor of witches. Stop being ashamed of me."

She said, pointing to the flower pattern on Chu Qingwan's forehead: "I see your flower pattern is quite unique. I have never seen it like this before. How did you describe it?"

Everyone has a love for beauty. After Zhao Xinyu finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Chu Qingwan's forehead, and they discussed the materials and techniques in a low voice.

Chu Qingwan said: "I ordered it casually. If Miss Zhao likes it, I can teach you now."

Zhao Xinyu immediately walked to her side holding up the hem of her skirt.

A cold feeling passed across the corners of Roujia's lips and she said, "Since everyone is interested in the flowers, why don't you go to my room, where there is rouge and gouache for easy study."

Pointing and writing poems were not her ultimate goals. She was still worried about finding an excuse to call people over, so Zhao Xinyu took the next step.

A group of people laughed and went to the princess's boudoir. Chu Qingwan taught Zhao Xinyu how to draw the flower on the forehead.

The latter tried several times on the back of his hand and was able to trace it, so he traced it on his forehead in front of the mirror, turned around and asked: "How?"

Chu Qingwan said sincerely: "Magnificent."

Zhao Xinyu smiled with his dimples out.

There were three or four more people who followed the same example, laughing and describing each other.

One person looked at Chu Qingwan closely and asked curiously: "Dr. Chu, what kind of powder did you apply? Why can't you see any traces of it?"

Chu Qingwan said: "I have never applied powder."

The man exclaimed: "Then your skin is so good too!"

Chu Qingwan smiled politely: "Thank you, yours is also very good."

Seeing Chu Qingwan gradually getting acquainted with everyone, Roujia felt increasingly tight in her chest.

She secretly composed herself and said: "Speaking of powder for applying on the face, I got a box of it some time ago. It is called hibiscus noodles when applied on it."

The ladies shouted at her to take it out and have a look.

Roujia ordered the palace maid to bring it, and several people tried it one by one, and all praised it.

"How can I take out something that is not good enough to be an eyesore? I am reluctant to use it, for fear that it will be wasted if my servants don't get the best of it."

Rou Jia turned to Chu Qingwan: "I just saw that Dr. Chu's fingers are dexterous. It just so happens that my makeup is a little messy, so I'll ask Dr. Chu to work hard and re-apply makeup on my face."
Chapter completed!