Su Jinyan frequently winked at Su Jinxin, but Su Jinxin acted as if she couldn't see it. Master Su asked her to help her sister Su Jinyan, but she didn't really agree. Besides, if you help her someone like her sister Su Jinyan, she may not be grateful to you. If you don't bite you back in the future, you should thank God for your kindness.

The scroll was slowly unfolded, and all the ladies and ladies present opened their eyes wide, for fear that they would miss a little and be taken over by someone. The position of the young lady of the Yun family would be lost to them.

"Su Jinxin, do you dare to disobey what your father said?" Su Jinyan once again took out Master Su to oppress Su Jinxin, but Su Jinxin just leaned on the rosewood chair, yawning lazily, her eyes half open and half closed. Since it wasn't her turn, she would sleep for a short time. When the ladies of the aristocratic families distinguished themselves, she would take another approach and adapt to the situation.

Mr. Yun is her future husband. Whether to marry a wife or not to take a concubine must be agreed to her. Isn’t it?

"Sister, I advise you to read the painting quickly. If someone else takes the lead, you won't even have time to cry." Su Jinxin laughed, not in a hurry at all, but made Su Jinyan on the side angry. If she could be good at painting, she would have gone up long ago. Why should she beg Su Jinxin, the little bitch?

Mrs. Yun got up from the seat and came to the painting. She couldn't help but be impressed by this exquisite painting and profound painting. It was such a good painting. If you want to sell it, it would be worth at least ten thousand taels of silver.

Mrs. Yun doesn't know how to draw, but she is not a good painting. She can tell at least, let alone Che'er's hand.

"It's limited to half an hour. Miss, have you seen the painting clearly?" Mrs. Yun pointed to the painting and said, "Half a painting, half a poem, the title is very simple. As long as you miss, who can finish the painting in half an hour and fill in the remaining half of the poem, the lady keeps her word and promises her."

When the servant whispered to Mrs. Yun's ear and told her how to choose the young lady of Yun's mansion, Mrs. Yun was overjoyed when she heard this. Her niece Liang Ying was proficient in poetry and painting since she was a child. She just filled in a poem and wrote a painting. It would definitely not be difficult for her niece Liang Ying. However, she did not see her. After seeing the half of the painting, Liang Ying looked sad and stared at the half of the painting with her eyes tightly. Her nails painted with elixir were deeply embedded in her flesh.

Not only Liang Ying, all the ladies present were confused and complicated. They were amazed at the high skill of the painters. If they were them, even if they had been studying for a few decades, they might not be one ten thousandth of his. Therefore, in comparison, they would be pale in comparison.

"Mom, I can't draw it, I really can't draw it..." Miss Gu Si, who has always been above the top, threw herself into Mrs. Gu's arms with a dejected look and sobbed. Whether it is painting or poetry, she has reached the highest level. How could she draw and write poetry in just half an hour?

Miss Qin is the best at painting among the ladies of the aristocratic families here. When she first saw the half of the painting, she was still a little complacent, but the more she looked, the more she became more shocked. The half of the painting seemed simple, but the hidden brushwork of each place was not easy to grasp. If she insisted on filling in the remaining half of the painting, in the end, it might be a dog-tailed sable, incongruent. The most important thing is that even if the half of the painting is completed, the half of the poem has a lofty artistic conception and is definitely not something that a woman in the boudoir could write.

Although Mrs. Yun did not directly say who the painting was written by, there are many ladies and ladies from aristocratic families here who are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. When they saw it, they quickly guessed the person who painted it.

In the south of the Yangtze River, who doesn’t know that Mr. Yun’s paintings are all in the city, and Mr. Yun himself is even more famous as a painting immortal. Now he has to continue painting half of Mr. Yun’s paintings, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

Some people who are good at poetry may not be good at painting; while those who are good at painting may not be good at poetry; even if they are proficient in both, they are stumped by the deep meaning of this half of the painting and half of the poem.

For a time, the ladies of all the aristocratic families present at the table looked at me and I looked at you. No one dared to go forward. After all, if they couldn't make paintings or write poems, it would be a joke. They were all the ladies from famous families, and every move represented the reputation of their respective families. They would never allow any unfavorable rumors to be put on them. Although they ridiculed Su Jinxin's unfaithful behavior on their faces and shockingly acts, some ladies of aristocratic families still envied Su Jinxin's reckless behavior. After all, they were in the aristocratic families and had many things in their own way. Just like their arrival in the An Yun family this time, it was mostly related to family interests. Of course, even if they were used, they were willing to marry Mr. Yun.

The rice paper was delivered to the ladies of various aristocratic families for a stick of incense, but there were not many ladies of aristocratic families writing. Even her niece Liang Ying fell into deep thought. Mrs. Yun was shocked. Could it be that this banquet called her birthday was actually to be abandoned halfway.

"Ying'er, is it really that difficult?" Mrs. Yun walked to Liang Ying and asked anxiously that the Liang family and the Yun family were in-laws, so it would be better if they could get married. Moreover, Mrs. Yun also agreed to her elder brother Mr. Liang, saying that she would definitely let Mr. Yun marry Liang Ying. Originally, all this went smoothly, but who knew that she missed the most critical person.

Liang Ying bit her lips tightly and nodded sadly. If she could make a painting and write a poem, she would have started writing, but after studying hard for more than ten years, she could not guess the profound meaning of cousin Yun’s painting. This half of the painting is not just a painting, but a painting expresses one’s aspirations and integrates the painting into her heart. Although she saw some clues, she had not yet experienced the world. How could she guess and realize some of her life’s understandings so quickly?

Cousin Yun, why, why, why do you never look at me more?

Looking at half of the painting, Liang Ying seemed to see Mr. Yun who always ignored her in Yun's mansion. She didn't know where she didn't please her cousin Yun. In terms of appearance and talent, there are several aristocratic ladies in Lin'an City who can match her.

However, since childhood, he always disdained to look at her, his eyes faintly, like looking at strangers.

Su Jinyan was already a talented person and was just writing poetry and painting. She was a little worried, but when she saw the ladies of the aristocratic families who said she was full of poetry, they now had a bitter face, and some of them were still lying in the arms of the aristocratic wife and crying quietly. She was secretly happy. As long as no one could answer, she still had a chance. Haha... Mother is right. A woman's appearance is better than anything else. Even the talented woman will eventually marry and have children. If the husband is married without any ingenuity, it would not be a trouble for the rest of his life. If the husband sees that your talent is better than him and his man's self-esteem is damaged, he may have taken a concubine and let you stay alone in the empty room for the rest of your life.

"Su Jinxin, I really blamed you for your mistake. I thought you were unwilling to help you. Now it seems that you are helpless about the questions asked by Mrs. Yun." Su Jinyan swept away her sad face and looked sarcastic at Su Jinxin, "If you don't understand, don't understand. Why are you pretending to behave, I'm gonna be."

Su Jinyan thought Su Jinxin didn't know how to understand, and pretended to be noble, and the contempt on her face became even more contempt.

The eldest lady was too shameless. She didn't know how to do it, so she moved out and forced the second lady to help her. If the second lady didn't help her, she would sarcastically at the second lady. Qiaolan stared at Su Jinyan angrily and said, "My second lady is naturally not as famous as your eldest lady in Lin'an City. The second lady she doesn't know, so what's wrong with it?"

"Rareless!" If it weren't for the presence of many wives from aristocratic families and the ladies, Su Jinyan would have slapped Qiaolan long ago. This little maid, who spoke with thorns every word, was really worthy of being cultivated by this little bitch Su Jinxin. Like her master, it would be disgusting.

Yes, the poem I used to admire the lotus last time was indeed written by Su Jinxin. The name of a talented woman should have belonged to Su Jinxin, but so what? Su Jinxin looks like, those young men of aristocratic families will not look at her. Even if she is called a talented woman, it is a waste. It would be better to give it to her. With her Su Jinyan's appearance, it will definitely be icing on the cake. Su Jinyan doesn't think she has done something wrong at all, but thinks that it is natural for Su Jinxin to help her.

"Qiaolan, don't be rude to the young lady." Su Jinxin said lightly, "Some people are not worth our extra talk." It was useless to say that.

"Haha, Su Jinxin, don't pretend, no, no, there is nothing to cover up, look at the ladies of aristocratic families who are more talented than you are at a loss..."

Su Jinyan was still sneering at the side, but Su Jinxin was shocked by her words just now. Can't none of the ladies from aristocratic families write paintings or poems?

What painting did Mr. Yun write and what poem did he write?

Su Jinxin didn't care, but now, out of curiosity in her heart, she hurriedly raised her head.

The half of the painting was held by two maids one by one and hung in the center.

This is……

Because she was too shocked, Su Jinxin was almost unbelievable. She closed her eyes and opened it again. Yes, she had seen this half painting, and it was just now. Moreover, what she saw was not half painting, but a complete painting.

What's going on? Mr. Yun actually made a painting that she had seen long ago.

Looking at the poem next to it, my heart beat faster when I saw it.

The wilderness is steep and dust is revealed, and the green bamboos and green leaves are noble;

The horizontal branches are hugged and want to flow into the sky, but they are just relaxed in the mountains;

This poem, this poem... wasn't it written by her on the bamboo path in Yunqi that day?

Who else can write the second half of the poems she wrote except her in this world?

Su Jinxin was stunned and shocked.

He, what does this mean?

If the ladies and ladies present knew that Mr. Yun was so blatantly venting the question, they would definitely be the same as her. They thought Mr. Yun had been infected today.

Could it be that this young master Yun, who is like a banished immortal, will also do fraud?
Chapter completed!