After I was reborn, I became the coddle of the factory master

Chapter 57

The competition for the poetry banquet continued.

But many people's eyes still glanced towards Shen Yueli's side.

From time to time, he looked at Song Haoxuan, who was pale and ugly, and Duan Rongxuan, who was wiping his hands not far away, and felt excited in his heart.

"I just found a backer." Shen Yueli took a sip of tea, brushed her lips against Shen Qingman and Song Haoxuan who were still gritted their teeth in resentment not far away.

Duan Rongxuan was willing to let her pretend to be a tiger, and indulged in her lack of anger, which made Shen Yueli feel very good and completely relieved.

She just said, in her previous life, Duan Rongxuan helped her collect the corpse, and even buried her and everyone in the Shen family in the Shen family's ancestral grave from the mass grave, how could she just think that Jiang Ruyan's unhappiness suddenly changed, and then hated her .

But speaking of it, Duan Rongxuan's attitude towards her some time ago obviously did not really accept her, and it's not to blame for her overthinking...

Princess Youheng obviously didn't expect her daughter to say such a thing.But immediately, Princess Youheng said anxiously: "But Duan Rongxuan is not a kind person... His city is so deep, you are no match for him at all!"

"Really?" Shen Yueli raised her eyebrows.

Princess Youheng was taken aback for a moment, and then she remembered that her daughter was no longer the weak and deceitful one she used to be.

Thinking of how her daughter became like this, Princess Youheng blushed and held her daughter in her arms, "But, but..."

"Don't worry." Shen Yueli comforted her, "My daughter has a sense of proportion. In the future, my daughter will protect you."

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Fortunately, Duan Rongxuan was still safe and sound, and did not make any other actions. Everyone's attention gradually returned to the poetry appreciation banquet.

It's just that for some reason, Duan Rongxuan didn't want to leave as if he was also interested in this little banquet.

"But unfortunately, I won this round again." Shen Qingman smiled softly.

Before, everyone's eyes were on Shen Yueli. Shen Qingman, a talented woman, spent a long time working hard, and won three games in a row before completely pulling everyone's attention back.After listening to those complimenting and envious words, she felt a little better, and her mood improved a lot.

She looked at her cousin not far away with some joy, but found that her cousin didn't look at her at all, but stared blankly at Shen Yueli.

Shen Qingman's body froze, and then strong jealousy and unwillingness surged up.

So she changed the subject, looked at Shen Yueli, and said softly: "Sister, there seems to be some misunderstanding between us. Why don't you show it to me in the third game? Sister remembers that you have a lot of experience in painting!"

Shen Yueli is indeed the best at painting.

She used to stay in bed for a long time, and she was really bored, so she knew how to paint.Sometimes it was the birds passing by outside the window, and sometimes it was the mother sitting on the porch mending her clothes. At that time, she even won the appreciation of the Queen Mother, and her lively and interesting style made her laugh out loud.

As for Shen Qingman, what she is least good at is painting.

Shen Qingman had also studied hard and practiced hard, but without talent, no matter how hard she tried, she was still quite satisfactory.In terms of her poetry and other talents, this is her shortcoming, which is particularly mediocre after being compared.

Therefore, Shen Qingman invited Shen Yueli like this, and outsiders couldn't find anything wrong with it.

But in fact, Shen Yueli was praised by the queen mother before she was ten years old.Although she is a bit talented, she has not been taught by an orthodox teacher after all—Princess Youheng is not willing to let her suffer and suffer, and it has been so long, no matter how spiritual she is, it is impossible for this group of talents who have been taught by everyone for more than ten years Talented women can show their hands.

"Second Miss Shen, since your elder sister wants to give you a chance to show it off, why don't you show it off." Princess Yu Yingjiao said.

The father of Yu Yingjiao's grandfather was the prince.Later, she was crowned king, and in her generation, her lineage, like that of the emperor, has faded a lot.

However, although Yu Yingjiao's father, King Zheng, was stupid, he also had ambitions. He was dissatisfied that Yu Heng was able to be adopted as emperor because of his distant blood relationship.Shen Yueli remembered that in her previous life, King Zheng was dissatisfied and jealous to the extreme, and was provoked by Yu Xuanli's few words, and her mind got hot and forced the palace to rebel.

In the end, although he was easily counter-killed, it also bought time and opportunities for Yu Xuanli. When everyone's eyes were attracted by the rebellious King Zheng, Yu Xuanli went all out and directly killed everyone when everyone was unprepared. He acted quickly, caught the emperor by surprise, and won the first battle...

And Yu Yingjiao obviously inherited King Zheng's brain.

He was won over by Shen Qingman with a few words, not only brought Shen Qingman into the palace, but now also helped Shen Qingman speak.

How could Princess Youheng not see Shen Qingman's plan.Just as she was about to scold in a cold voice, she heard Shen Yueli cough twice, and said softly: "It's not that my sister doesn't know, I haven't started writing for five years. But my sister practiced hard every day, and spent a lot of money to hire three famous artists The master personally taught... I have never invited a teacher to study, how can I be my sister's opponent?"

Shen Yueli paused for a moment, then revealed a look of surprise and disbelief.

"Could it be, could it be that it's really like what Hua Hong Liu Lu said... sister did it on purpose?"

Shen Qingman did not expect that Shen Yueli would dare to tell the truth about her only field of expertise, easily admitting that she was a good-for-nothing...and even said that.

"Flowers are red and willows are green??! What did they say?" Shen Qingman couldn't help asking subconsciously.

But she regretted it as soon as she said it.because……

"Oh, they, they didn't say anything, they just told me not to get too close to my sister, saying that my sister is jealous that I am a legitimate daughter, that I am favored by Mr. Song, and that I can easily have what you have worked so hard to get. Everything... and said that my sister promised to let them become the concubines of Mr. Song." Shen Yueli looked a little lonely when she said this, and asked softly: "Is this the case, sister? Do you really want to harm me?"

It was obviously a question, but Shen Yueli's voice was soft and her tone was lonely, making her look extremely pitiful.

"I...how is this possible! How can I harm you!"

"Then sister knows that I'm not good at it, so why make her look ugly?"

"I, I don't know! Sister, my sister's painting skills have always been excellent, sister, don't be too modest!"

Shen Yueli sighed, "Okay then. Since my sister doesn't believe it, I'll just paint it. It turns out that what my sister said about the deep love between sisters is all fake... In the end, I didn't know that I am not good at drawing at all. Forget it, I finished painting My sister will know whether it is my sister who is too modest, or my sister, my sister..."

When she said this, she was a little choked up and couldn't continue.

Although the words were not finished, and they were not clearly stated, it was not difficult for the audience to make up for the following words in their hearts——

Is Shen Yueli too modest, or Shen Qingman deliberately wants to see Shen Yueli make a fool of herself.

Shen Qingman was completely panicked.

Whether the painting is good or not... Isn't it up to Shen Yueli herself?If she wants to be "not good at", can't she draw as ugly as she can?
Sentence after sentence, the sisterly love that Shen Qingman had carefully performed was almost completely torn to pieces.

(End of this chapter)