Chapter 162: Will Banished Immortals Also Do Cheating Things?
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It's a very cold joke, but don't be too funny!
Su Jinyan winked at Su Jinxin frequently, but Su Jinxin couldn't see it. Mr. Su asked her to help the concubine Su Jinyan, but she didn't really agree. Besides, like the concubine Su Jinyan,
As a selfish person, if you help her, she may not be grateful to you. If she doesn't bite you in the future, you should repay God's kindness.
The scroll was slowly unfolded, and all the ladies and ladies from the aristocratic families present opened their eyes wide, fearing that if they missed something, someone would take the opportunity to take advantage of them, and the position of the young lady of the Yun family would not be available to them.
"Su Jinxin, do you even dare to disobey and refuse to listen to what dad said?" Su Jinyan once again used Master Su to pressure Su Jinxin, but Su Jinxin just leaned on the rosewood chair and lazily beat her
Yawning, her clear eyes were half-opened. Since it was not her turn, she would just take a nap first. When the ladies from the aristocratic families decided who was better, she would find another way and adapt to the situation.
Mr. Yun is her future husband. If he wants to marry another wife and have concubines, she has to agree with it, Miss Su Er, right?
"Sister, I advise you to hurry up and look at the paintings. If someone else gets there first, you won't even have time to cry." Su Jinxin laughed, not in any hurry, but she was so angry that Su Jinyan was half dead.
If she was good at poetry and painting, she would have gone up there a long time ago. Why bother begging Su Jinxin, a little bitch, anymore?
Mrs. Yun got up from her seat and came to the painting. She couldn't help but be impressed by the exquisite brushwork and the profound meaning of the painting. It was such a good painting. If it were to be sold, it would be worth at least ten thousand taels of silver.
Mrs. Yun doesn't know how to paint, but she can still see the badness of a painting if it's not a good one, not to mention that it was painted by Che'er.
"It's limited to half an hour. Ladies, can you see the painting clearly?" Mrs. Yun pointed at the painting and said, "Half painting, half poem. The title is very simple. I want any of you ladies to be able to complete this painting within half an hour."
After finishing the painting and filling in the remaining half of the poem, the lady will keep her word and will make her a big promise."
When the maid whispered in Mrs. Yun's ear and told her how to choose the young lady of the Yun Mansion, Mrs. Yun was overjoyed when she heard it. Her niece Liang Ying had been proficient in poetry and painting since she was a child. She just filled in a poem.
It was definitely not difficult for her niece Liang Ying to make a painting, but after seeing that half of the painting, Liang Ying had a sad look on her face, her eyes were fixed on that half of the painting, and her nails painted with kodan were even deeper.
Embedded in the flesh.
Not only Liang Ying, but all the ladies from aristocratic families present were confused and their eyes were full of complexity. They were amazed at the artist's skill. If it were them, even if they had studied for decades, they would not be one ten thousandth as good as him.
, therefore, they pale in comparison.
"Mom, I can't draw, I really can't draw..." Miss Gu, who has always had her eyes high above her head, threw herself into Mrs. Gu's arms dejectedly and sobbed softly. Whether it was a painting or a poem, she couldn't draw it.
Having reached the highest level, how could she paint and write poems in just half an hour?
Miss Qin is the best at painting among the ladies from aristocratic families present. When she first saw the half of the painting, she felt a little complacent, but the more she looked at it, the more frightened she became. That half of the painting seemed simple, but every time
The brushwork in one place and the hidden edge in every place are not easy to grasp. If she insists on filling in the remaining half of the painting, in the end, it may be like a dog's tail and the mink's, neither fish nor fowl. The most important thing is, that half of the painting
Even if it was completed, that half of the poem was lofty in artistic conception, unrestrained and wild, which could not have been written by a girl like her.
Although Mrs. Yun did not directly say who painted this painting, there are many ladies and ladies from aristocratic families here who are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. As soon as they saw it, they quickly guessed the person who painted it.
Who in the south of the Yangtze River doesn't know that Mr. Yun's paintings are as good as one painting, and Mr. Yun himself is even more famous as a painter. Now if he wants to paint on half of Mr. Yun's paintings, is that something ordinary people can do?
.
There are those who are good at poetry, but they may not be good at painting; and those who are good at painting may not be good at poetry; even those who are proficient in both, are stumped by the profound meaning in this half painting and half poem.
For a moment, all the ladies from the aristocratic families present at the banquet looked at each other. No one dared to come forward. After all, if you go up there, if you can't make a painting or write a poem, it's not a joke. They are generous.
They were all direct ladies from famous families, and every move they made represented the reputation of their respective families, and they would never allow any adverse rumors to be cast upon them. Although they ridiculed Su Jinxin for his unruly behavior and shocking behavior.
, but in the hearts of some young ladies from aristocratic families, they are still extremely envious of Su Jinxin's wanton behavior. After all, they are in a prominent family, and many things are beyond their control. For example, when they came to Anyun's house this time, it was mostly for family interests.
Of course, they are willing to marry Mr. Yun, even if they are used.
The rice paper has been delivered to the hands of ladies from various aristocratic families for a long time, but few ladies from aristocratic families are seen writing. Even her own niece Liang Ying fell into deep thought. Mrs. Yun was shocked. Is it possible that this happened?
The banquet, which was called to celebrate her birthday but was actually intended to invite her bride, had to be abandoned halfway.
"Ying'er, is it really so difficult?" Mrs. Yun walked to Liang Ying and asked anxiously. The Liang family and the Yun family were already in-laws, so it would be better if they could get closer. And Mrs. Yun also agreed to her.
The eldest brother, Mr. Liang, said that Mr. Yun would marry Liang Ying. Originally, everything went smoothly, but who knows, one of the most crucial people was missed.
Liang Ying bit her lips tightly and nodded sadly. If she could make paintings and write poems, she would have started writing them long ago. However, after studying hard for more than ten years, she still could not guess the deep meaning in cousin Yun's paintings.
This half of the painting is not just a painting, but a painting that expresses one's emotions and integrates the painting into the heart. Although she has seen some clues, she has not experienced the world deeply. She has some insights into life. How could she guess it so quickly?
Realize.
Cousin Yun, why, why do you never want to look at me again.
Looking at half of the painting, Liang Ying seemed to have met Mr. Yun who always ignored her in the Yun Mansion. She didn't know what it was about herself that didn't please her cousin Yun. In terms of appearance and talent, there were several people in Lin'an City.
A lady from an aristocratic family can match her.
However, since he was a child, he always disdained to look at her, looking at her indifferently, like looking at a stranger.
Su Jinyan had no reputation for her talent, and her poetry and painting were mediocre. She was a little worried at first, but when she saw that the ladies present from the aristocratic families who were full of poems about her, they all had sad faces now.
Some of them even cried softly in the arms of the ladies of the aristocratic family, feeling secretly happy that as long as no one could answer the question, she still had a chance. Haha... Mother was right, a woman's appearance is better than anything else, no matter how talented she is
In the end, a woman just wants to get married and have children. If the husband she marries has no ideas, it will be a life of misery. If the husband sees that you are more talented than him, his self-esteem will be damaged and he may take a concubine.
, let you stay alone in an empty house for the rest of your life.
"Su Jinxin, eldest sister really blamed you wrongly. I thought you were unwilling to help eldest sister, but now it seems that you are just as helpless as to the question asked by Mrs. Yun." Su Jinyan swept away her sad face and said to Su Jinxin
With a sneer on his face, "If you don't understand, just don't understand. Why are you pretending? Damn you."
Su Jinyan thought that Su Jinxin didn't understand and was pretending to be aloof, so the look of contempt on her face became even worse.
The eldest lady was too shameless. She didn't know how to move out of the master and forced the second lady to help her. If the second lady didn't help her, she would sneer at the second lady. Qiaolan glared at Su Jinyan angrily and said, "
Naturally, my second young lady is not as famous as your eldest daughter in Lin'an City for her talents. If the second young lady doesn't know how to do it, why not?"
"Presumptuous!" If it hadn't been for the presence of many ladies and ladies from aristocratic families, Su Jinyan would have slapped Qiaolan long ago. This little maid, every word she spoke was thorny. She was truly cultivated by this little bitch Su Jinxin.
Yes, just like her master, she is annoying.
Yes, the poem about the last lotus appreciation banquet was indeed written by Su Jinxin. The name of the talented girl should also belong to Su Jinxin, but so what, Su Jinxin looks like this
, those young masters from aristocratic families would not even look at her. Even if she was given the title of a talented woman, it would be a waste. It would be better to give it to her. With her appearance, Su Jinyan would definitely be the icing on the cake. Su Jinyan did not feel that she had done anything wrong at all.
On the contrary, she felt that it was natural and just for Su Jinxin to help her.
"Qiaolan, please don't be rude to the eldest lady." Su Jinxin said calmly, "Some people are not worth our time at all." It was all in vain.
"Haha, Su Jinxin, stop being hypocritical. If you can't do it, you can't do it. There's nothing to hide. You see, those ladies from aristocratic families who are more talented than you are at a loss..."
Su Jinyan was still sneering at her, but Su Jinxin was shocked by what she just said. With so many ladies from aristocratic families present, could it be that none of them could paint or write poems?
What kind of painting did Master Yun create and what kind of poem did he write?
Su Jinxin didn't care at first, but now, out of curiosity, she quickly raised her head.
That half of the painting was held by two maids at one end and hung in the center.
This is……
Because she was so shocked, Su Jinxin could hardly believe it. She closed her eyes and opened them again. Yes, she had seen half of the painting just now. Moreover, what she saw was not half of the painting, but a whole painting.
A complete painting.
What's going on? Mr. Yun actually made a painting that she had seen before.
He looked at the verses next to him, and his heartbeat quickened even more with shock.
The dust rises from the steep hills in the wilderness, and the green bamboos and green leaves become noble and pure;
The horizontal branches are clasped together and want to fly into the sky, walking freely in the middle of the mountain;
This poem, this poem... wasn't it what she wrote that day on the Yunqi Bamboo Path?
The poems she wrote, besides her, who else in the world could write the second half of the poem.
Su Jinxin was dumbfounded and shocked.
He, what does this mean?
If the ladies and ladies from the aristocratic families present knew that Mr. Yun was so blatantly telling the truth, they would definitely be like her and think that Mr. Yun was possessed by evil spirits today.
Could it be that Mr. Yun, who is like an immortal, would also commit fraud?
If this spreads out, his reputation as a gentleman will be completely ruined.
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