A farmer's daughter travels through time, farming and dividing the family to fight for the best

Chapter 207: Slap in the face again with strength

"I think you just don't dare, you're always guilty." With so many people surrounding her, looking like they were enjoying the show, Qiao Yueru was almost crying with anger. She turned around to look for Wang Qiuhuo, wanting to get her help, but saw that she was glaring at her fiercely with disgust in her eyes. She panicked immediately, wondering why she was like this.

"Okay, the little girl wins this round," the censor's wife stood up and announced the result of this round without even looking at Qiao Yueru.

Qiao Yueru was angry and annoyed, but she could do nothing about it because no one was on her side.

"Thank you, Madam. Actually, I just thought of two poems. Please give me some time so that everyone can appreciate the two poems and see which one is better?" Li Xiaoxiao bowed to the wife of the censor generously.

The purpose of her doing this was not for anything else, but firstly to prove herself. Not only Qiao Yueru didn't believe it, but there were probably many people present who didn't believe it. So she would write another poem. Anyway, she could write ancient poems about plum blossoms in a matter of minutes. Secondly, it was to slap Qiao Yueru in the face.

"Oh, the little girl is really talented. It is not easy for her to write two poems in such a short time. Would you ladies like to listen to them together?" The censor's wife, who was always tactful, asked with a smile.

"We have opened our eyes today, so of course we are all ears," Mrs. Liu, the deputy envoy of the Ministry of Public Administration, tried her best to please.

"Of course I am willing. The little girl is very talented and is truly a role model for our generation. I will have to ask her for advice in the future."

"Let alone one song, we'd be willing to listen to ten more."

Everyone was talking at once, praising Li Xiaoxiao to the point that she was the best in the world.

The more others praised Li Xiaoxiao, the uglier Qiao Yueru's face became, and she wished there was a crack in the ground for her to crawl into.

"Thank you all ladies for your kindness. It is a great opportunity for me to be able to come here. I am humbled and humble enough to perform," Li Xiaoxiao smiled tactfully. While affirming herself, she also praised others.

“Plum blossoms without snow are not lively; snow without poetry makes people vulgar. When the poem is finished at dusk and it snows again, the plum blossoms and the snow together make spring ten times more complete.” Li Xiaoxiao pondered for a moment, then opened her cherry lips slightly, her eyes and eyebrows raised.

"Good poem, it is indeed a good poem."

"The little girl is amazing."

"The first one is a very good poem, but I didn't expect that the second one is also very good."

"I am so lucky today to be able to come to the residence of the Censor's wife and enjoy a feast for the ears."

Now, no one doubts that Li Xiaoxiao's poem was stolen. After all, the suggestion was made by Qiao Yueru.

It is impossible that Qiao Yueru had colluded with her in advance and made her lose face so much.

Everyone now looked at Qiao Yueru with disdain and contempt.

Next was the fourth competition of the day. Qiao Yueru began to want to back out. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life.

He stood up hesitantly and looked at the Madam of the Censor on the main seat: "Madam, I..."

Before she could finish, Madam Yushi interrupted her and said in a cold voice: "Are you ready, Miss Qiao?"

Feeling the displeasure in her tone, Qiao Yueru pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly: "Okay, I'm ready."

"Then let's get started."

When Madam Yushi looked at Li Xiaoxiao again, her expression immediately changed and she said softly, "Little girl."

"I'm ready," Li Xiaoxiao said respectfully, glancing at Qiao Yueru opposite him with provocation in his eyes.

At this moment, Qiao Yueru didn't dare to say anything. She could do nothing but glare at Li Xiaoxiao fiercely.

The fourth competition officially begins.

Still taking plum blossoms as the theme, he improvised a painting, which would take one stick of incense. At this time, there was a long table in front of each of them.

On the table were the four treasures of the study prepared for the two of them. Qiao Yueru's palms were sweating from nervousness, as she didn't know whether Li Xiaoxiao could paint or not.

I only regret that I acted rashly before finding out Li Xiaoxiao's background. But it's too late to say anything now and I can only go ahead with it.

Fortunately, plum blossoms are not difficult to paint, as she has painted them before. She gently picked up the brush and first painted the branches of the plum blossom, outlining the contours of the plum blossom with light ink, and then used thick ink to render the branches and stamens of the plum blossom.

Maybe she didn't paint much, so her brushwork was a bit rough, failing to capture the hardness of the branches and the purity of the plum blossoms.

Qiao Yueru was proceeding in an orderly manner, but she saw Li Xiaoxiao standing in front of the table motionless, as if thinking about something. Seeing that half of the time had passed, Qiao Yueru was also coming to the end.

Suddenly Li Xiaoxiao moved. He reached out and grabbed the inkstone on the side, which contained ground ink. Amid the puzzled gazes of everyone, he suddenly poured the ink onto the rice paper.

The ink stains quickly spread across the entire piece of rice paper. Seeing Li Xiaoxiao's actions, the people around who were watching were stunned. What was she doing? Could it be that she didn't know how to paint, so she was just scribbling?

Li Xiaoxiao didn't care about other people's eyes at all. She looked at the ink stains on the rice paper and nodded with satisfaction.

Then pick up the paintbrush and fill the entire brush with the remaining ink in the inkstone. Then hold the brush just above the rice paper and flick the pen shaft to let drops of ink fall.

When it seemed almost done, he casually drew a few more lines on the rice paper, outlining the branches and trunks of the originally messy picture. As time went by, the rice paper had completely changed.

The paintbrush jumps on the paper like an elf, drawing plum blossoms of various shapes above each branch, making the plum blossoms appear lifelike.

A painting of plum blossoms was fully displayed in front of everyone. Everyone widened their eyes in shock. The people who had been surrounding Qiao Yueru before now gathered around Li Xiaoxiao, watching attentively and watching the entire process of making the painting. It was really possible to paint like this.

Looking at Li Xiaoxiao again, it was as if he was looking at a super idol. She was simply amazing. She was proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy to painting. She could actually create such a good painting in such a short time. Her paintings had reached an extremely high level in terms of composition, brushstrokes and use of colors.

Compared with Qiao Yueru, she is far ahead of her.

At this time, Qiao Yueru had not finished painting yet, but she could not continue. The facts were before her and she lost again.

The hand holding the pen was shaking slightly. She couldn't believe that Li Xiaoxiao had won again. She felt that everyone was looking at her with mocking eyes.

"What are you doing? Why is it so lively?" Just when Qiao Yueru felt ashamed to face the situation, a pleasant female voice suddenly sounded, rescuing her from the awkward atmosphere.