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Chapter 146 Generous Gift
"Xiangyun, don't be rude to the young lady," Shen Qingyu said calmly, "Some people are not worth our time and effort."
Saying it is in vain.
"Shen Qingyu, stop pretending. If you can't do it, then you can't do it. There's nothing to hide. Look at those young ladies from aristocratic families who are more talented than you, and they are all at a loss."
Shen Xitong was still sneering at the side, but Shen Qingyu was greatly shocked by what she had just said. With so many young ladies from aristocratic families present, was there not a single one who could not paint or write a poem?
What kind of painting did Nan Rongyan create? What kind of poem did he write?
Shen Qingyu didn't care at first, but now out of curiosity, he looked up.
The half painting was held by two maids, one on each side, and hung in the center.
This……
Shen Qingyu was so shocked that she could hardly believe it. She closed her eyes and opened them again. Yes, she had seen this half painting before, just now. Moreover, what she saw was not just half of a painting, but a complete painting.
What's happening here?
She glanced at the poem next to it, and her heart beat faster.
The wilderness rises high and steep from the dust, the green bamboos and blue leaves are naturally pure; the branches are intertwined and seem to reach into the sky, standing alone and unrestrained halfway up the mountain.
Wasn’t this the poem she wrote that day in the bamboo forest of Yuntai Mountain?
Who else in the world could write the second half of the poem she wrote except her?
Shen Qingyu was really dumbfounded.
What does he mean?
If everyone present knew that Young Master Nan Rong had blatantly leaked the test paper today, they would definitely think like her that Young Master Nan Rong was possessed by evil spirits.
Could it be that Master Nanrong, who seemed like a banished immortal, would also commit fraud?
If this gets out, his reputation as a gentleman will be completely ruined.
The ink on the scroll had not yet dried, and it was obvious that this half of the painting was just completed in a hurry. But even in such a short period of time, the quality of this half of the painting was unmatched, and all the ladies and young ladies from the noble families present were amazed.
The water on the clepsydra was flowing slowly. The atmosphere at the table was tense. The sound of stringed instruments had stopped and the drinking had stopped.
Mrs. Nan Rong sat in her seat feeling a little uneasy. After such a long time, no young lady from aristocratic family was willing to come forward to paint or write a poem. She couldn't help but wonder how the person behind the curtain could come up with such a difficult problem.
It's a good thing that someone can answer this question today. Otherwise, the Nanrong family might offend all the noble families near Jinling Prefecture. By posing a question that no one can solve, isn't this deliberately teasing the young ladies of these noble families? Saying that their Nanrong family has no intention of marrying a young lady is just a joke on them.
The prefect's wife, Madam Qi, could no longer sit still and sneered, "Madam Nanrong, it seems that no one can accept your generous gift today."
The Qi family of the prefect is not the same as the Qi family of the aristocratic tea merchants. Qi Yao is the daughter that Mrs. Qi holds in the palm of her hand. The prefect Qi and his wife have only this one daughter. Unfortunately, after she fell in love with Nan Rongyan, she became almost obsessed with him to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep.
Madam Qi had both love and hate for the Nanrong Mansion. If she could marry into the Nanrong Mansion, she would naturally be happy. After all, Young Master Nanrong was a genius and as elegant as an immortal. It would be a blessing to have such a good son-in-law. But the hateful thing was that her daughter Qi Yao had become the laughing stock of the entire Jinling Mansion, making her always feel inferior in front of all the wives of officials. She and her husband walked with their tails between their legs every day, for fear of meeting acquaintances. When they talked about her daughter, there was a sarcastic smile in their words, which made her wish she could find a gap to hide in.
The master is the prefect of Jinling Prefecture, holding important military and political power in the area. He used to have some reputation as an official, but now, all of it has been destroyed by this only daughter. In front of her, he always talks about "my family's misfortune" all day long.
As soon as Madam Qi said this, Qi Yao, who was sitting next to her, became unhappy. She liked Young Master Nanrong, so she naturally took everything related to him into consideration. "Mother, I don't allow you to say that about Aunt Nanrong."
"Yao'er, that young master Nanrong doesn't like you at all. In your mother's opinion, forget about this marriage, so as not to stay here and humiliate yourself. Our Qi family is an official family after all. Your father can make a marriage with our prefect's family with a word. You can choose any young master you want at that time. Why bother to be disliked here?"
Madam Qi persuaded Qi Yao in a low voice, asking what sin she had committed in her previous life to give birth to such an ancestor who tortured her parents.
But Qi Yao, who was obsessed with Master Nanrong, could not listen to these words. Originally, they were just whispering to each other, but Qi Yao got angry and shouted at the top of her voice, "Mom, I don't care, I don't care, I just want to marry Master Nanrong, even if it means being a concubine, I am willing!"
"Yao'er! You are really my ancestor, just shut up." Mrs. Qi panicked and quickly covered Miss Qi's mouth, but Qi Yao's words had already been spoken and it was too late to stop her.
The ladies and young ladies from the noble families present all burst into laughter when they heard this. This Miss Qi was truly shameless. She was the daughter of a prefect, a lady from a famous family, and a legitimate daughter, but she actually wanted to be a concubine. Even if the Qi family was willing, the Nanrong family might not dare to take her. The court laws were strict and legitimate daughters could not be concubines. If the Nanrong family took her, they would be sued.
"Madam Nanrong, I have something else to do at home, so I'll take my leave now."
It was so embarrassing that Mrs. Qi didn't want to stay any longer. She grabbed Qi Yao and took her away without saying anything.
"Madam Qi, it's still early, why rush?"
Madam Nan Rong was not a broad-minded person. Madam Qi had just mocked her, so she naturally wanted to take revenge. She continued to step on Madam Qi's sore spot and said, "I see that your daughter is well-behaved and sensible, and I like her very much."
"Mom, did you hear that? Aunt Nanrong said she likes her daughter." Qi Yao, with a silly look on her face, was the only one who could not hear Mrs. Nanrong's sarcasm and insisted on not leaving.
Qi Yao was only about seventeen years old. She did not pay attention to beauty like other young ladies from wealthy families. Instead, she was tanned, had a chubby face, and a relatively thick waist. Every time she moved, the wine glasses at the table would tremble slightly.
"She's so fat, yet she dares to come here," Shen Xitong sneered, "She must be several hundred pounds now, fat and big-eared, like a pig. It's ridiculous that Young Master Nanrong would like her."
"Not really. I think Miss Qi is quite likable. She doesn't care about the opinions of others. She pursues her goals with a pure and kind heart. This is a thousand times better than those who use despicable means to achieve their goals."