C49 On the Painting of Feng Hua Ting (Part I)

Xu Minglan was unwilling, and said, "How can we leave our master at that place to sit down? Since you've already cleaned up everything properly, you can all leave, and the left and right aren't strangers either. They are all brothers of the Sister Ning Hui."

Xu Mingmei was speechless, and said in a daze, "Fifth Sister, the brother of Sister Ning Hui is her brother, how can he not be a stranger?"

Xu Mingwei thought that this was Xu Minglan's plan to become the person's sister-in-law, so she would naturally not treat the other party as a stranger. She did not care that the Fu Clan's elder brother would bring people in with him, acting like a rascal.

The two Zuo Family sisters were also unwilling to go out. Seeing that the crowd was still silent, Xu Minglan sat down and was not willing to talk to them anymore.

Yang Jinxi had been woken up by their actions before, and her cheeks were covered with red clouds due to being full and sleeping.

"What are you sisters talking about? "Why am I sleeping here?"

Xu Mingwei laughed and explained, "You are drunk, and I do not dare to disturb you, we are all playing chess outside."

Yang Jinxi asked, "Sis, are you playing rest?"

Xu Mingwei nodded, before he could even tell her the situation in the garden, she heard the footsteps of Fu Ninghui and the rest approaching Feng Hua Pavilion.

"My sister's venison is indeed delicious, but what method did you use?" One of them said.

"Do you still have the rest of the rouge? Little sister, you should also take it out and trade it with us for some fruits to eat. " Another said.

"Yan Zhen, I still feel that something is amiss. Let's wait in the courtyard, shall we?" Xu Mingwei thought the voice was familiar, only when he saw the person did he remember that it was the person he met on the pathway.

He was dressed in rough blue clothes, which made him look even more shabby among the young masters and mistresses. However, he didn't seem to be ashamed at all.

Qin Jianrui was forcefully pulled here by Fu Heng, if it wasn't for him losing in the wine industry, Fu Heng wouldn't have pulled him into such a ridiculous matter.

However, Fu Heng laughed, "We are all sisters of mine, what's there to be embarrassed about? If you can get three people to fill in these words for you, that would be considered your victory."

At this time, Fu Ninghui said apologetically to the crowd with a helpless look on her face, "My brother has such an absurd temper, please do not take offense to him. This time, it's their punishment for ordering us to drink wine, only by filling in the words on the painting can we have peace."

Only after she said that, did Xu Mingwei and the others know the whole story, and it was no wonder that Fu Ninghui did not stop him from entering Feng Hua Pavilion.

What Fu Ninghui did not say was that she, her big brother, had an overbearing personality since she was young. Looking at her good temper, it was actually the hardest thing to discuss at home. Ever since he was young, he had often knelt in the ancestral hall. The ruler in his father's study had already been broken two times, so it was impossible to change his personality.

However, he was born to be a bookworm. Master Zhi Zun had listened to Fu Heng's words when the Fu Clan was burning incense, and almost took him in as a inner disciple. This scared the Old Man of the Fu Family so much that he donated fifty years of money for the scented oil and gave up his old face to beg. Only then did he invite the wise master to come in and teach them. As a result, as long as the adults in the clan did not make any mistakes, they could only turn a blind eye to Fu Heng.

So even if Fu Ninghui had that intention, she didn't have the ability to stop him. In the end, she was still angry at him for causing trouble, so she didn't even bother to talk with Third Brother, and just allowed the two of them to sing a song for themselves.

It was probably because they were afraid that the children below would be affected by Fu Heng. The elders in the family all paid extra attention to restraining the juniors, afraid that the juniors would follow Fu Heng and learn to be bad. Amongst them, Fu Ming was the Fu Clan's most righteous achievement. He was only eight years old and his entire body was exuding the aura of an old scholar. Even though the Fu Ming family was extremely sensitive, Fu Ming still listened to what Fu Heng said and followed behind Fu Heng all day, as if he was a follower.

Originally, it was Fu Heng who had invited his schoolmates over to his house to read. However, after hearing that fresh deer meat was sent over from the manor, and that they were too lazy to fix it themselves, they could only send Fu Ming to his courtyard to beg for it. Who would have thought that Fu Ming would not want to go even if he used the excuse that there were "seven years old seats for men and women". In the end, he could only call Fu Quan over.

When Fu Quan returned with the venison, Fu Heng and the others were satisfied with it. They asked Fu Quan who roasted it, but even at a young age, Fu Quan could not remember the name, she only said that it was the prettiest one among the sisters. Qin Jianrui suddenly choked, his face completely red.

Fu Heng then had a narrow heart, pretended to do the alcohol, and stopped right at where Qin Jianrui was. He had to find three female servants to fill in some words for him in order to pass the test. Pity that Qin Jianrui, an honest man, had been forcefully dragged into the inner courtyard of the Fu Clan. He regretted it a little, even though he knew that Fu Heng was careless, he didn't expect him to do this.

As long as Fu Ming led Fu Ming and Fu Ming, they could go anywhere, and it was not inappropriate at all. Previously, Fu Heng had sent him to the girls' courtyard to get some barbecue meat, but he had refused to go, but now, he followed in with a fart.

Qin Jianrui looked at the room full of big and small females, their faces red to the point that he didn't know where to put them.

However, Fu Heng was even narrower, urging him to open the newly created ink painting for everyone to see.

"Brother Yuanshan, you're not letting people see it. How can my sister and the others write the words for you?" Fu Heng winked at him and laughed.

Qin Jianrui thought that since they had already reached this point, and were willing to admit defeat, then so what if they came. To win earlier would be the most important thing, he immediately agreed and carefully laid out the new painting on the table.

Fu Ninghui took the initiative to look over, and praised, "You can write it as you wish, you look really cool and easy!"

Xu Mingwei also went over to look, she did not know much about calligraphy and painting, and could not differentiate good or bad. She only felt that looking at the lonely mountain in the painting made her feel relaxed, and she suddenly felt that she was enlightened.

Xu Mingmei crept close to Xu Mingwei's ears and asked: "Seventh Sister, what did you see? I seem to be quite ordinary too. "

She did not expect the words to be so quiet, and in a moment everyone laughed and looked at her. Xu Mingmei stole a glance at Qin Jianrui, and lowered her head in shame.

At this time, Lian Qiubai also walked over with a fiery red cloak, smiling as he nodded, "This Old Song seems to have drawn 80% of the bones of the wind, it seems a little like the work of the Mr. Daqian."

"Brother Yuanshan is indeed a disciple of Mr. Daqian."

Lian Qiubai exclaimed, "Didn't Mr. Daqian travel all over the place a few years ago? How come there's still a disciple here? "

Qin Jianrui cupped his fists towards the east side and said respectfully: "Jirui is not officially under the Mr. Daqian, I dare not disgrace Mister's tutelage."

Fu Heng frowned as if he could not bear to see this, and said, "Brother Yuanshan, there is no need to be so modest, not everyone has such a good opportunity to be guided by Mr. Daqian."

Qin Jianrui did not speak anymore, and only waited for the servants to fill in the ink so that everyone could fill in the words.

Jing Xuan helped with the ink, and was the first to introduce Fu Ninghui to her, causing her to laugh, and refused, "But that won't do, I don't have as much ink in my stomach as you ladies, it's better not to make a fool of myself."

With that, Fu Ninghui turned to Lian Qiubai and said, "Please do as you wish. Cousin sister, please take care of this for me."

Lian Qiubai faintly smiled as he took the brush from Jing Xuan's hands and bent down to write on the paper, "How could Ling Yunxiao rise up thousands of feet (original line from Li Bai's poem)."

Seeing that, Qin Jianrui's heart rejoiced, he even forgot to look at himself when he was in the middle of the pile of female servants, and praised, "So full of heroic spirit!"

Fu Heng was also praising, "Cousin sister, you truly are worthy of being the ear of a married woman."

With Lian Qiubai's inscription in front of them, no one was willing to write it. After all, unlike Lian Qiubai, who could only make friends with books, who had accumulated a lot of talent at such a young age, Xu Mingwei and the others had not even read a book for a few days and could barely read a single character, let alone draw an inscription.

Seeing that no one stepped forward, Fu Ninghui laughed, "Forget it, let me be the one to make a fool of myself."

She held the brush in her hand and pondered for a moment. Then, she cheerfully wrote, "Those who don't return will have water. Those who don't move in time will have pine trees."

Yang Jinxi looked at it, shook her head, and said, "Words are good words, but they don't really match the concept of this painting."

Fu Heng still wanted to help his sister gain some face, so he smiled at Fu Ninghui: "These two lines are the most suitable for you to read and write after Master. When I get back and finish writing on the red paper, I'll show it to Master, so that I can praise you."

Fu Ninghui did not think much of it, as a wise man, how could he care about how good they learned from others, she only cared about Fu Heng.

"There's still one more to go. Who's coming?" Fu Heng read the first two sentences in detail and felt that the two female teachers in his house were not any worse than his schoolmates.

The two most cultured people in the room had already answered their questions, and for a moment, everyone's gaze automatically gathered on Yang Jinxi.

Yang Jinxi immediately blushed and refused, "It's fine for me to see, but not for me to write. My grandfather had said before, I'm just a top scholar, I can talk about anything and everything, but I don't actually know anything."

Zhou Ranxing replied, "I don't know about anything else. If Big Sister Jin Xi were to write the menu, I guarantee that it would be there."