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572 Humiliated deeply today

Madam Tu and the other madams present were stunned when they heard this.

Clearly, she had not expected Shi Qingluo to have such a request.

This was probably because she didn’t know how to compose poetry or paint, so she wanted to imitate other people’s painting and poems.

Many people held back their laughter.

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When Madam Tu was young, she was also considered a talented woman in Northern City.

Her painting and writing were both very good.

Shi Qingluo actually wanted to copy her paintings and poems.

If she wasn’t asking for humiliation, what was?

It was impressive that she had come up with such a “stinky” idea.

Madam Tu had similar thoughts.

She laughed and said, “Of course, I don’t mind.”

She raised her hand and made a gesture of invitation. “Please, princess.”

Later on, even if Shi Qingluo imitated her painting and poems, it would still be very embarrassing.

Other than Xi Rong, all the madams and young ladies present thought that Shi Qingluo was going to make a fool of herself.

Shi Qingluo, on the other hand, stood up and walked to the long table with a calm expression.

At this moment, a maidservant took the initiative to unroll Madam Tu’s painting.

Shi Qingluo looked at it carefully twice, then picked up the brush and began to draw.

Her young husband was an expert at imitating, to the point where he could pass off a fake as the real thing.

She had learned how to make things old from her grandfather, so she was good at imitating.

After she married her young husband, he had taught her many imitation techniques, so even though her skills couldn’t compare to her young husband, she could still imitate Madam Tu’s calligraphy and paintings.

Moreover, not only did she imitate it, but she also put in a lot of effort.

Whether it was the painting or the writing, the painting and writing were all better than Madam Tu’s.

Madam Tu wanted to embarrass her, so she would do the opposite.

There was a saying in modern times that it was not scary to wear the same clothes, but whoever was the uglier would be embarrassed.

It was the same for this painting.

After she finished writing the last character, she tossed the brush into the stationary holder. “It’s done!”

Madam Tu didn’t think that Shi Qingluo could surpass her, so she smiled and asked the maidservant to bring the two paintings over for everyone to admire.

The servant girl picked up Madam Tu’s painting first.

The two of them held the four corners of the painting and showed it to everyone.

The other two maidservants picked up Shi Qingluo’s painting and used the same method to display it to everyone.

When the paintings were displayed, Madam Tu, who was originally smiling, stiffened.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief. How was this possible?

As long as one was skilled in painting and calligraphy, they could tell that, while the two paintings were nearly identical, Shi Qingluo’s painting was more vivid, and her calligraphy also had a more distinct style.

The other madams and young ladies who were skilled in painting also had looks of surprise on their faces.

They really didn’t expect Shi Qingluo to draw so well, and her handwriting was even better.

Although she was imitating Madam Tu’s handwriting, it had its own style.

It was obvious which one was better.

The madams did not know what to say.

“I’m making a fool of myself!” Shi Qingluo chuckled.

Then, she looked at Madam Tu and asked with a faint smile, “Madam Tu, what do you think of my calligraphy?”

Madam Tu saw the expression in Shi Qingluo’s eyes, and her face couldn’t help but turn red in anger and embarrassment.

Princess Fubao was really difficult to deal with.

Not only did she destroy her plans one after another, but she also deliberately targeted her.

She really wanted to curse out loud at this moment, but she had to maintain her demeanor.

She could only force a smile and say, “Princess, your painting and calligraphy skills are excellent.”

Shi Qingluo didn’t let her off just like that.

She pressed on and asked, “Then what about when compared with yours?”

Madam Tu was speechless.

Princess Fubao was really too annoying.

When she realized that everyone was looking at her, she clenched her fists on her legs and could only say in a sullen voice, “My painting is not as good as the princess’.”

“Most importantly, the flowers you drew aren’t vivid enough, and the words you wrote are lacking in flavor,” Shi Qingluo said with a smile.

“But it’s not bad,” she said. “After a few years of practice, you might be able to develop your own style. You won’t just blindly imitate the small regular script on the word stamps.

She wasn’t polite in her comments, “It’s just that it’s not easy to increase your writing’s liveliness by doing this. Madam Tu, you should put in more effort next time.”

It was Madam Tu’s turn to be embarrassed today.

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She had written in small regular script and drawn flowers, which happened to be what she was best at.

In her previous life, her grandfather liked all kinds of flowers.

He also enjoyed drawing and recording the various appearances of the same pot of flowers over time with a brush and ink.

So he passed on this responsibility to her.

In addition, she was an expert in agricultural science and loved flowers, so she was best at painting.

She could gradually draw the flowers with charm because she had a lot of experience drawing.

If she had to draw people or mountains and rivers, she would not be able to do it.

If it had been cursive script or landscape painting this time, she would have been the one that was awkward.

Of course, if it was cursive script or landscape painting, she wouldn’t have suggested following Madam Tu’s art piece.

The handkerchief in Madam Tu’s hand was almost torn apart by her.

Shi Qingluo was simply too much.

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She actually mocked her for having such stiff handwriting and a lack of liveliness in her drawing.

However, be it the painting or calligraphy, she was indeed inferior to Shi Qingluo. How could she refute that?

“Thank you for your advice, princess,” she said, feeling even more aggrieved.

Shi Qingluo raised his eyebrows. “Your words sound like you’re grinding your teeth, Madam Tu. Do you think I’m wrong?”

Hmph. If she wanted to humiliate her, of course she had to fight back.

Madam Tu was speechless.

How could there be someone who spoke so directly and so harshly?

The smile on her face could not be maintained any longer.

“How could that be? You have misunderstood, princess.”

Shi Qingluo laughed. “I used to be a farmer’s daughter. That’s why I’m more direct and straightforward in my words and actions. I’m not like you, noble madams, who speak in such a reserved manner.

“If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me!”

Although she said that, there was no sign of apology on her face.

Madam Tu and the madams on her side thought to themselves, she was exposing one’s weaknesses.

But since Shi Qingluo had already said so, what else could they do?

Bicker with a farmer’s daughter? Or challenge a princess?

At the crucial moment, Qingluo had won, so they couldn’t even challenge her.

Just as the atmosphere was getting a little awkward, a maidservant hurriedly ran over with a bamboo flute.

Upon seeing this, Madam Tu immediately heaved a sigh of relief. “The bamboo flute is here. Please, princess!”

If Shi Qingluo was putting on an act, she would be caught immediately.

Shi Qingluo took the flute with a smile. “Then I’ll embarrass myself again.”

Madam Tu and the others were speechless. You’d better shut up.

What she did just now was called making a fool of herself.

If they were worse than her, wouldn’t that be even more embarrassing?

Madam Tu, in particular, felt Shi Qingluo was mocking her again and became enraged.

Shi Qingluo took the bamboo flute and started to play.

She was playing “three stanzas of plum blossom,” a tune that she loved in her previous life.

Because she had to participate in an artistic performance in college, she chose this ancient flute song and practiced it repeatedly.

As a result, not only was she very familiar with it, but she also liked it a lot, so when she played it, she put in a lot of feelings.

Therefore, when she blew the flute, it was no worse than the young lady who had just played the zither.

In fact, it even had a more lingering charm and artistic conception.

Madam Tu’s smile completely froze when she heard Shi Qingluo play the song.

How could this be? Was she really a farmer’s daughter?

She really regretted using these to embarrass Shi Qingluo. Instead, it caused her to be humiliated deeply today.