432 Using tricks, the pearl of rice grains can also shine
Feng Qingchen thought evilly that if she was rude and wore a white dress tomorrow, she wonders if Su Wan would also wear white. After all, it would still be very suitable for her to wear white, such as a white coat.
Of course, this idea can only be kept in mind and must not be implemented. In the Kyushu continent, unless one observes filial piety, it is generally taboo to wear white clothes. In the eyes of these people, white is a very unpleasant color. If you wear white, you are wearing filial piety clothes, and wearing filial piety clothes
Not suitable for going out.
I’ve never heard of that saying, if you want to look pretty, you should dress in filial piety. Generally, only women who observe filial piety will wear white clothes. And most of these women will not go out during the filial piety period, and no one will ask them to keep their filial piety.
A woman who values filial piety comes to the house to avoid any bad luck.
You attend a banquet or something, and the house is full of joy. If you wear a white dress, don't you mean to cause trouble to the host? Similarly, clothes that are too plain will not work. Too plain clothes are not elegant, they are childish.
Some small details determine whether you can integrate into a society. Feng Qingchen pays great attention to this aspect. Although her parents are both dead, no one will say anything if she wears white clothes, but she will never wear white clothes except on the operating table.
Go out.
Just when Feng Qingchen was thinking in a wicked way, if she and Su Wan came out wearing white clothes at the same time, would anyone think that something had happened to Su Wan's family, the jury headed by the Nine Emperors Uncle appeared.
Others didn't notice, but Uncle Jiuhuang saw the joking and smile in Feng Qingchen's eyes. Looking at Feng Qingchen's look, Uncle Jiuhuang knew that Feng Qingchen must have some bad intentions. Every time Feng Qingchen played a prank,
It's all like this, just like last night...
Thinking of last night, Uncle Nine Emperor's ears turned red.
Xiling Tianlei raised his eyebrows and looked at Uncle Nine Emperors with some surprise. He looked around again. Except for Feng Qingchen and Su Wan wearing the same color clothes, there was nothing unusual.
As for other people, of course they won't pay attention to such small details.
The judges came in, including the emperor's uncle and the prince. Feng Qingchen and Su Wan were not exempt from the customs. The two women stood up at the same time and saluted everyone.
"No courtesy." Uncle Nine Emperors is from Dongling, and he has the highest status among the seven judges. It is no surprise that he is in the middle and has the most say.
As soon as he sat down, the Nine Emperors Uncle motioned to the eunuch behind him to start. From the looks of the Nine Emperors Uncle, he wanted to fight quickly.
"The tables and chairs are ready, please, ladies." The eunuch's high-pitched voice sounded.
Uncle Nine Emperors was sitting in the middle, showing no anger or authority. There was no expression on his ice-like face. When his eyes swept over Feng Qingchen, an invisible ripple appeared in his calm black eyes.
Feng Qingchen and the child she brought had nothing in their hands, so what should she use to write with? She didn't know that for today's competition, she would need to bring her own pen, ink, paper and inkstone? Or maybe Feng Qingchen was ready to give up?
In fact, this is where the competition is unfair. Even if the calligraphy skills of two people are the same, there will be a big difference if the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are not equal. It is obvious that the writing must be written with good pen, good ink and good paper.
Words will be even better.
Of course, the so-called competition seems fair, but in fact, no competition in this world is fair. Feng Qingchen knows this very well, so she does not care at all that the competition is unfair, and she has no intention of doing it fairly.
Compared with Su Wan.
Feng Qingchen and Su Wan stood up at the same time. After bowing to the Nine Emperors Uncle and others, they stood in their seats. Su Wan's maid put pens, inks, papers and inkstones one by one. As soon as the things were put out, they immediately attracted people.
Received admiration from everyone.
"The Su family is very generous. If I read that pen correctly, it should be an imperial pen that was given the name Longhao by the previous royal family. Only the Cui family can make the Longhao pen. This pen does not shed hair or stain with ink."
No, it was used by the royal family in the previous dynasty. It disappeared with the demise of the previous dynasty and the Cui family's retreat. I didn't expect that the Su family still had such good things."
"That is a Chengni inkstone. The ink of the Chengni inkstone is thick and does not melt when exposed to water."
"I actually used ice silk instead of paper. The ink on ice silk does not smudge or melt, and it is easier to preserve than paper."
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The onlookers said something, and I said something, discussing the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Su Wan put out. At the judges' table, the three great calligraphers from Jixia Academy did not say anything, but the enthusiasm in their eyes told the story.
Su Wan, they liked what Su Wan brought out very much.
The Su family has spent a lot of money this time. Once these things are displayed, people will understand that the Su family is also a well-established family and is not a nouveau riche.
Hearing the praise and envious looks from everyone, Su Wan tried her best to restrain herself, but she couldn't hide the pride in her eyes. The things she took out could not be bought even if she had money.
Even Mr. Yan, Mr. Yuan Xi and Prince Lei, their expressions changed a bit when they saw the Long Hao Brush. Only the Nine Emperors Uncle had a cold expression and did not take her things seriously at all, which made Su Wan quite embarrassed.
be discouraged.
Su Wan suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart and looked at Feng Qingchen. She wanted to see what Feng Qingchen could come up with.
After everyone marveled, they also followed Su Wan's gaze and looked at Feng Qingchen opposite her. Although everyone did not think that Feng Qingchen could come up with something better than Su Wan, they were somewhat expecting it.
But when they saw what Feng Qingchen took out from his sleeve, everyone was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to say.
Well……
Did they read it right? Feng Qingchen actually brought this kind of thing to participate in the calligraphy competition. Doesn’t Feng Qingchen know what to compete with today?
It’s fine if she doesn’t prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but she can’t prepare such things, right?
Not to mention the onlookers, even the seven people on the judges' bench craned their necks, each suspecting that they had seen it wrong, or that Feng Qingchen was crazy.
Su Wan paused her hand and then laughed again, as dignified and decent as ever, but only she knew that her smile was full of sarcasm and contempt.
Facing everyone's puzzled, scornful, mocking, and contemptuous looks, Feng Qingchen only smiled faintly, not taking any of this into consideration.
She had no intention of spelling calligraphy with Su Wan. She was here to take advantage of the situation today. As for whether she could win, it would depend on luck and whether the Nine Emperors Uncle was strong enough.
"Feng Qingchen, if you didn't bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I'll have someone give you a set." Mr. Yan's goatee twitched. If he hadn't been concerned about his face, he might have turned away like Mr. Yuan Xi.
He leaned forward, his eyes were as big as bells, and he lost the demeanor of a great scholar.
"Ahem, I also have a good set of pens, inks, paper and inkstones." After Mr. Yuan Xi came to his senses, he immediately sat upright and sighed in his heart. He and Feng Qingchen probably had a bad relationship. Feng Qingchen was the only one who could make him
He lost his image outside, and more than once.
"Thank you Mr. Yan and Mr. Yuan Xi for your kindness. Qingchen can just use this." Feng Qingchen pointed to the things on the table and smiled lightly.
"Those things on the table? There isn't even a piece of paper. Where are you going to write? On the table? Or on the rice?" Mr. Yuan Xi's mouth twitched, and he realized that he really couldn't understand Feng Qing.
dust.
It was a stringless harp before, but now he took out a handful of rice and something that looked like a pen, but the tip of the pen was thinner than a needle. Can't Feng Qingchen be more normal?