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It's just that this sore spot can't be cured that quickly.

After all, Cheng Mingxue's personality was one of never remembering to eat or fight, so he could only leave her with a deep lesson, letting her remember at all times that she could not be rude to her elders, or that her mouth was too broken.

After Cheng Guan Yue helped ease the pain on Cheng Mingxue's face for the time being, she hugged Cheng Mingxiang and ran out of the house shakily. Even if Aunt Zhang wanted to, she couldn't stop her from doing so.

The chubby cat was also obediently sitting on Cheng Guanyue's shoulder. It had a pair of sapphire-like cat eyes that constantly scanned the surroundings like a spy.

"Big sister, where are we going?" Cheng Mingxiang asked as she chewed on the candied flakes in one hand.

"Shh!" "This is a secret, I can't tell you about it yet." Just like before, Cheng Guanyue used a secret trick to get through it.

However, just as she finished speaking, there were already many commoners surrounding the area in front of her, causing her to be unable to see what was happening in front of her even when she stood on her tiptoes.

"This year's Great Art Competition is definitely won by the number one genius, Gu Zhilun."

"Hey, you can't say that either. The match hasn't even started! "Let's make our decision then, it's too early."

"What do you mean early? Besides Gu Zhilun, who else has the ability to take first place?"

"That's true, but let's go take a look first..."

The two commoners beside Guan Yue were discussing it from time to time, but it was just enough for Cheng Guanyue to understand the gist of it.

It turned out that the reason why there were so many people gathered at the front was because of the painting competition.

"Elder sister, let's go take a look as well!" Cheng Mingxiang gently pulled Cheng Guanyue's sleeves, and spoke to her with clear eyes.

"En!" Cheng Guanyue unnoticeably responded, and then used her other hand to cover Cheng Mingxiang's head, pushing her to the very front of the painting competition.

"Wow, big sis, there are so many people!" Cheng Mingxiang looked at the spectators and sighed.

However, the moment Cheng Mingxiang finished speaking, a person suddenly ran towards them.

"Big... Elder sister-in-law, you've come. Are you looking for me to play? " Wen Taiping had just been sitting in the best room of the teahouse, preparing to watch the painting competition. But who knew that in the blink of an eye, he would see Cheng Guanyue squeezed into the crowd with Cheng Mingxiang in her arms, so he quickly went downstairs to welcome her.

"Eh, you don't call us old doctors, it seems you aren't that stupid." All of a sudden, a young man with a tender face squeezed his way up beside Cheng Guanyue.

Needless to say, he was Cheng Guanyue's follower.

"Ah!" Big brother Little Wu, why are you here? " Cheng Mingxiang said in a surprised manner.

"Because wherever the boss is, I'm there." Cheng Weiwu had followed Cheng Guanyue for such a long time, yet he still did not know the pattern of her movements.

Usually, the bosses would be unhappy and would loiter around to see if there were any powerful figures who could fight with her. That would be even better.

However, Wen Taiping pointed at Cheng Weiwu with a grin and said, "I'm not stupid, you're stupid."

Actually, when he went back last night, he was told about it by the ingot, and then was scolded by King of Qing He.

Let him always remember, friends and wives should not deceive this saying.

Furthermore, words like "we share good fortune and hardships together" also came from King of Qing He's own mouth and entered Wen Taiping's ears.

Then, King of Qing He would have the responsibility to teach Wen Taiping well.

"Look at you, you're not a fool. Don't tell me you're a fool?" It was not that Cheng Weiwu looked down on idiots, it was just that he thought that even if Wen Taiping was stupid, he was still smarter than normal idiots.

"None of your business. Let's go, Madam. I'll bring you to watch the painting competition." Wen Taiping was already used to Cheng Weiwu's questioning words, so he was not angry at all.

Instead, he grabbed Cheng Guanyue's sleeve and walked in the direction of the teahouse.

But halfway through, before they could even go upstairs, they were stopped by a few young masters from aristocratic families who looked down on Wen Taiping.

Among them, Gu Zhilun was one of them. However, he did not act like the others, showing off his disdain and contempt for Wen Taiping.

He only wore a gentle smile, but his eyes were cold and distant, and did not want to get too close to Wen Taiping.

He was afraid that the other party would be too stupid to deal with him.

"What? You've come to watch Brother Gu's match, but can you read it?" There were a few young masters from aristocratic families who liked to mock Wen Taiping. They were all descendants of Duke Wang Sun, and were on par with Wen Taiping.

However, their father's generation obviously could not afford to offend King of Qing He, so even if they said some nasty words, it would be enough.

Otherwise if he offended them, King of Qing He would grab onto them and would not let them go, and would make them pay the price.

"That's right! Given how foolish you are, how can you possibly be knowledgeable in painting competitions? " As soon as the aristocratic young master finished speaking, another elegant female voice appeared.

Cheng Guanyue didn't even turn her head, the beautiful girl with the feminine voice had automatically walked in front of Wen Taiping, and coldly said: "This painting competition is a place where scholars and scholars come from, and it isn't something that ordinary people can understand, especially idiots like you. "I advise you to come back from where you came, or else you will be a laughingstock, making people look down on you for pretending to not know anything."

"Miss Yuan'er is right. Pretending you don't understand is the biggest joke of all. Besides, a fool like you should be sitting at home playing with mud. How could you run around like this?" Those young masters from aristocratic families continued with a mocking expression.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Mingying held up her slender and thin white neck and asked the woman who was referred to as Miss Yuan'er coldly, "Then who are you? It's just a plaything that can read a few poems and then be proud of its talent. Is there any place for you to talk? "

Although Cheng Mingying was arrogant, cold and unreachable.

But she would definitely not mock wantonly, adding that Xu Yuan was only a brothel who accompanied his guests to recite poems, he would not stand a chance at all, yet he mocked Wen Taiping in such a manner.

He truly had no experience and no self-knowledge.

"And who are you? What right do you have to say that about me? And this painting competition, when will it be your turn to criticize me? "

Relying on the fact that she was a famous prostitute, with many children from influential families supporting her, Xu Yuan decided to ignore her status and follow the young masters of influential families who were mocking and making trouble for her.

However, he did not know that her actions were just a joke in the eyes of the young masters of the influential families, how could they possibly curry favor with Xu Yuan just because he wanted to?

Xu Yuan was extremely pleased with himself and thought that he truly was an outstanding figure, someone who was liked by many big shots.

But in the end, she was still just a plaything that Cheng Mingying had mentioned. As long as she grew old and weak, there would still be a few people who would be able to support her.