Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 255 Reveal
The girls who came to the gathering were either discussing in small groups, meditating alone, or chanting in a low voice. It seemed that everyone was looking forward to showing off their talents at this autumn gathering.

Yao Shanzhi asked Zhao Wangshu, "What bird do you want to draw?"

"I don't want to become famous, just write a poem." Zhao Wangshu pulled a weed from the ground.

"No, Princess Liao knows that you are good at painting, and she also said that she is particularly looking forward to seeing your paintings. You'd better draw a bird, so as not to disappoint her." Yao Shanzhi said.

Zhao Wangshu frowned, "How does she know I'm good at painting?"

"I swear to God, I didn't tell her." Yao Shanzhi said, holding up three fingers.

Zhao Wangshu thought for a moment and said, "I know."

"What?" Yao Shanzhi and Qin Youzi looked at her eagerly, asking her to clear up their doubts.

"I painted a picture for the proprietress of an embroidery shop, and the proprietress made an embroidery for Princess Liao based on the picture." Zhao Wangshu explained.

"It seems like you can't do this without painting." Yao Shanzhi pushed her to an empty desk.

Zhao Wangshu smiled helplessly. The theme of the elegant gathering was birds, but the painting could not only be about birds, but also the scenery.

While Zhao Wangshu was conceiving her painting, the Han sisters were hiding in a deserted place to discuss countermeasures. Han Zhihe said with a bitter face: "Sister, you know, I am not good at poetry and I am not quick-witted. I can't help you."

"Stop pretending, I've read the poem you hid in the embroidered silk towel. You'd better write a poem and give it to me, or else you won't get the good news when you get back." Han Zhiqing threatened her.

Han Zhihe's face turned pale, her hands nervously twisted the handkerchief, and she whispered uneasily: "Sister, I, I really can't write poetry."

Han Zhiqing frowned impatiently and said coldly: "Han Zhihe, don't forget, everything you eat and wear does not belong to the Han family? If you can't do this, I will ask your mother to take your aunt Sell ​​me and marry you to a libertine."

Han Zhihe knew that her sister-in-law could do what she said. If she couldn't help her this time, there would be terrible consequences waiting for her.

She gritted her teeth and said bravely: "Sister, I, I will try my best."

When Han Zhiqing saw that she had agreed, her face brightened a little and her tone became softer: "You only need to write a poem, and then I will say a few nice words for you in front of your mother."

"Thank you, eldest sister." Han Zhihe smiled bitterly.

Although she has some talent, her qualifications are limited and she is only slightly better than Han Zhiqing. It is almost impossible to write a good poem in a short time.

However, for the sake of her aunt and her own future, she could only try her best.

While she was thinking hard, Zhao Wangshu had already started painting.

She dipped a thin brush into some ink and sketched the lines.

An old maple tree stood quietly, its leaves already dyed golden yellow by the autumn frost.

The bird was standing on the branch of the maple tree, looking into the distance.

In her paintings, the birds seem to be integrated into the atmosphere of autumn, with a hint of calmness and depth.

Then use light ink to outline the background, which is the autumn wilderness and a scene of harvest.

Feeling lustful, Zhao Wangshu put down his pen and smiled at Yao Shanzhi and Qin Youzi: "Okay, the painting is done. I hope Princess Liao will like it."

The two people came over to take a look, with astonishment in their eyes.

Yao Shanzhi praised: "It's really wonderful. The birds in this painting seem to have souls. They are so vivid that people can't help but want to touch them."

Qin Youzi also nodded in agreement: "Indeed, Wangshu, your painting skills are getting better and better. This painting is perfect in terms of color and composition." "Thank you for the compliment. My painting is good. What about you two?" " Zhao Wangshu asked.

Qin Youzi smiled and said, "I wrote a poem called "Mountain Dwelling and Autumn Ming"."

"I wrote lyrics, and the word card I used was "Crying in the Night"." Yao Shanzhi said.

Zhao Wangshu smiled, "It's a coincidence that the three of us have collected three poems and paintings."

Qin Youzi raised her eyebrows, "That's good. My poem will win the first prize, Gardenia's lyrics will win the first prize, and your painting will win the first prize."

"It's too embarrassing to say." Yao Shanzhi waved his hand, "Wang Shu's paintings can win the first prize, but forget about your poems and my lyrics, they are too ordinary."

At this time, a maid came over and said, "Girl, the incense is about to burn out. Please present the painting as soon as possible."

"Okay, thank you for reminding me." Zhao Wangshu handed over the painting.

Compared with writing poems and lyrics, painting took the longest. Zhao Wangshu was not the last one to hand in painting. There were two girls behind her.

The poems and lyrics have been selected by the three princesses of Liao.

The poems and lyrics of Yao Shanzhi and Qin Youzi were quite average, not outstanding, and were rated as average.

Everyone's poems and lyrics, as well as the three princesses' comments on them, were all hung up, but Han Zhiqing didn't see it. Han Zhihe helped her write the poem named after her.

"Princess, why aren't my daughter's poems hanging?" Han Zhiqing stepped forward and asked with a salute.

"Is this the poem you are talking about?" Princess Liao motioned to the maid to hand the poem to her.

"Exactly." Han Zhiqing responded.

"Are you sure this poem was written by you?" Princess Liao asked in a deep voice.

A flash of panic flashed in Han Zhiqing's eyes, but she still said firmly: "This poem was indeed written by my little girl."

"In the past few months, Miss Han's talent has been widely spread, and she is quite a bit like the most talented woman in Beijing. I was also looking forward to your poems, but I didn't expect that this poem has bland words and no artistic conception. It's far from the rumored talent. Is this poem really written by Miss Han?" There was a hint of disappointment and confusion in Princess Liao's voice.

Han Zhiqing hated Han Zhihe to death, but she could not admit that the poem was written by Han Zhihe at this time. She gritted her teeth and said: "This poem was indeed written by my daughter. My daughter has not been feeling well these days. The poem she wrote is not up to standard. Please forgive me, Princess." "

"You really can't shed tears until you see the coffin. Shuangcheng, come and tell everyone who wrote this poem." Princess Liao said coldly.

A maid came out from behind Princess Liao and pointed at Han Zhihe, "Princess, she wrote this poem. Miss Han threatened Miss Han, saying that if Miss Han didn't help her compose the poem, she would send Miss Han's aunt to prison. Sell ​​it and marry Miss Han to a prodigal."

Han Zhiqing's face instantly turned pale, "Princess, that's not what happened. I..."

"Princess, please forgive me. My sister did not deliberately want to deceive the princess. It was because of my temporary itch that I overstepped her authority. If the princess wants to be punished, then punish me." Han Zhihe knelt down and kowtowed.

"Second Miss Han, do you think that this princess is a fool?" Princess Liao slapped the desk, "Come here, kick them out. I will never invite the Han family to any banquet hosted by Prince Liao in the future."

With the Liao Palace adopting this attitude, the various palaces in Beijing had to weigh their options when inviting the Han family.

Han Zhiqing's reputation as a talented woman was exposed.

After driving the two girls from the Han family away, Princess Liao glanced at everyone and said, "I hope everyone can take this as a lesson and be honest and not cheat."

Everyone responded and expressed their understanding.