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Chapter 151 Falling Poems
Some ladies from aristocratic families began to take a new look at the second young lady of the Shen family. Although she had an ordinary appearance, her elegance could not be concealed.
Shen Qingyu is not even an adult yet, but she has such understanding at such a young age. One day in the future, she will surely be famous throughout the entire Jiangnan region.
Shen Ruyan's expression changed continuously from astonishment to surprise and then to shock, and it was very complicated.
The third brother's second daughter had been silent for so many years, but her move was earth-shattering. She had been planning for more than ten years, but how could she have missed this important chess piece?
The most embarrassed one among them was Madam Nan Rong. As the mistress of the household, she just said without any basis whatsoever that Shen Qingyu was mentally ill and wanted someone to drag her away, insisting that Shen Qingyu could not paint at all.
But the fact is, Shen Qingyu is not only good at painting, but her painting skills are far beyond everyone's imagination.
She acted arbitrarily and lost face in front of all the ladies from the noble families. Although she managed to save the painting, how could she hold her head up in front of others in the future?
Madam Nan Rong was unwilling to give up and still wanted to maintain her remaining dignity and face. She asked Shen Qingyu condescendingly, "Second Miss Shen, your painting is really good, but Second Miss Shen, you should be aware of the task I just asked you. Not only do you have to paint, you also have to write a poem. Are you sure about that half poem?"
Even if you, Shen Qingyu, can paint and write poems?
It was rumored in Jinling Prefecture that the second young lady of the Shen family could not read a single word. Even if the rumor was false, no one present dared to match the half poem of Master Nanrong. How could it be possible for a little girl to write lyrics and compose essays?
If it was Madam Nan Rong's niece Liang Lan who made this half of the painting now, Madam Nan Rong would naturally turn a blind eye and let her get away with it.
But it was Shen Qingyu. Just now, this little girl had mocked her for not being able to give birth to a son, causing her to be embarrassed in front of everyone. How could Madam Nanrong swallow this? She said she would never let the second daughter of the Shen family marry into the Nanrong family.
A little girl who has not yet reached the age of marriage, is arrogant and disrespectful to her. Once Yan'er really marries this arrogant girl, and the old master passes the position of head of the family to Yan'er in the future, wouldn't the mistress of the Nanrong family fall into the hands of this little girl, and she would have to obey her orders in the future. She might as well kill herself.
Madam Nanrong was deliberately making things difficult for them, and all the ladies and young ladies from the aristocratic families present knew it very well, but no one would speak up to say a fair word for Shen Qingyu. Even Shen Qingyu's aunt, Shen Ruyan, pretended to be deaf and dumb. After all, if Shen Qingyu won the first prize at Madam Nanrong's birthday banquet today and married into the Nanrong family, then their trip to the Nanrong family today would have been in vain.
"Don't let her write poetry!"
Shen Xitong cried out in panic. Everyone thought that Shen Qingyu could not compose poetry, but Shen Xitong seemed like she was crazy, because she knew better than anyone that even though she slandered Shen Qingyu everywhere, saying that Shen Qingyu was illiterate, she could not cover up the fact. Shen Qingyu was not only literate, but she was also very good at poetry.
The poem he presented at the flower-viewing banquet a few months ago was written by Shen Qingyu. It was praised by everyone and became famous in Jinling Prefecture.
Shen Xitong's shout startled everyone.
Why is the eldest daughter of the Shen family going crazy for no reason?
Shen Ruyan felt something was wrong. Could it be that the rumor was wrong? Could it be that the third brother's second daughter could write poetry? But she heard from the third brother and the servants in the Shen family's mansion that the second daughter was thrown into a remote courtyard by the mistress since she was a child. She was not taken care of and had never hired a teacher for a day. So, who taught Shen Qingyu to read and write poetry?
Shen Qingyu threw the wolf-hair brush in his hand to the ground. The ink stained his plain clothes, adding a touch of ink painting style.
"Mrs. Nan Rong asked Qing Yu to write a poem. How could Qing Yu dare not do it?"
The poem in front of me is too simple.
Her calmness and composure made everyone feel nervous.
Mrs. Nan Rong turned pale with panic. Can she write poetry?
"Second Miss Shen, you are still so young. If you are too arrogant, you will be ignorant of your own limitations." Even when things came to this point, she still refused to lose face.
Shen Qingyu stretched out her hand and Xiangyun handed her another pen.
The wilderness is steep and towering above the dust, the green bamboos and blue leaves are pure and noble, the branches are intertwined and seem to reach into the sky, standing alone and unrestrained halfway up the mountain.
This was what she wrote to Nan Rongyan in the bamboo forest.
Her memory is naturally better than others. It is not an exaggeration to say that she has a photographic memory. Although she is not one of the smartest people, she has relied on her brain to get rid of her previous life.
This poem was probably just as she guessed, it was the poem originally written on Nan Rongyan's painting.
Her eyes inadvertently swept to the bamboo curtain behind the main seat, as if she felt Shen Qingyu was looking at her. The person behind the curtain froze and seemed a little at a loss.
"Second Miss Shen, can you write poetry?"
"If you don't know how, come down quickly!"
Seeing that Shen Qingyu had not started writing for a long time, Wei Xue thought that Shen Qingyu was stumped by the poem and was overjoyed. As long as Shen Qingyu could not finish the second half of the poem, she could go back on her oath.
If she really took Shen Qingyu as her master, wouldn't she be laughed to death when she went out in the future?
Shen Qingyu smiled and nonchalantly stroked the embroidery on her cuffs. She turned her back to Danqing, took three steps forward, then turned around, put up her sleeves and picked up the brush.
It’s over, that Shen Qingyu can really write poetry.
Several of the young ladies from aristocratic families present had pale faces and their beautiful eyes were wide open, but they still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts. If they were to compose a poem, who among them couldn't write one? But to make it connect perfectly with the first half of the poem without leaving any trace, as if it was written by the same person, that was much more difficult.
Young Master Nan Rong is about to fall into the hands of the plain-looking second young lady of the Shen family. Shen Qingyu has a very bad temper and even dared to contradict Madam Nan Rong today. She is very arrogant. They feel indignant for Young Master Nan Rong in their hearts, as if this perfect Nan Rong who is as perfect as an immortal, who is untainted by the world, has married the violent second young lady of the Shen family and will be tortured from now on.
The banquet was so quiet that even the slightest sound of the bamboo curtain could be heard clearly.
All the ladies and young ladies from the noble families present were staring at the woman in plain clothes. They saw a bright smile on her lips. The confident light in her eyes outshined all the magnificent hall and glass lamps. Even some young ladies from noble families who were aware of their beautiful faces subconsciously felt a little inferior in front of Miss Shen.
Shen Qingyu was painting on Nan Rongyan's half of the painting, not worrying at all about ruining Master Nan Rong's painting. He acted so naturally and confidently that no one could match him.