She tried to hold Zhuang Tingyun's arm in a familiar manner.
Zhuang Tingyun dodged sideways and said calmly with a dark face: "Who are you?"
Jiang Wan's face froze slightly, and then she introduced herself: "I'm Jiang Wan, Jiang Wen is my brother, we met each other when we were in school."
As for Zhuang Tingyun, she has admired him for a long time.
When I was in school, I thought he was tall and cool, different from other boys, and particularly attractive.
Although the two never met again, she often heard of his name from her brother and the major families in the imperial capital, and therefore became even more fascinated by him.
She felt that, given her status as a young lady from the Jiang family, the only person in the entire China who was worthy of her was a big shot like Zhuang Tingyun.
It’s just a pity that her brother had always disagreed with her going to Ancheng. But now, Zhuang Tingyun has actually come to the imperial capital. With the power of the Jiang family, it will not be easy to capture him.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wan's expression became more attentive, but...
...
...
Before she could speak again, Zhuang Tingyun said with disgust, "Jiang Wan? I have no impression of her. Who is Jiang Wen? I have never heard of her."
Swish, the people around them who heard this were stunned. Who is this big shot? He even dared to reject the Jiang family's face and said so openly that he had never heard of Jiang Wen. Is he looking for death?
Jiang Wan's expression froze completely, "Master Zhuang, I..."
She had to endure it, because this was Zhuang Tingyun, not just any other person. Even Jiang Wen would take him seriously.
Everyone who heard their conversation looked at Jiang Wan, only to see a flash of anger on her face, which then turned into courtesy. It was obvious that the background of this Zhuang family owner was so important that even she didn't dare to get angry.
The surname is Zhuang, and in China this surname is the most powerful person in the world. When they came to their senses, they thought that there was no one else but the head of the Zhuang family in Ancheng.
If it was that person, it's no wonder that the little witch from the Jiang family wanted to please him.
"The game is about to start. If you want to call me daddy, just say so." Yun Xi's voice suddenly sounded.
"Besides." She came to Zhuang Tingyun and blocked him behind her. "I warn you, Jiang Wan, stay away from my second brother-in-law. He is not someone you can dream of."
Jiang Wan couldn't believe what she heard, "What did you call him?"
Second brother-in-law?
How could she not know when Zhuang Tingyun got married? Although she would go abroad for a period of time every now and then, and only came back yesterday after hearing about the calligraphy competition, it didn't mean that she was so easy to be fooled.
"Tsk, your hearing is already bad at such a young age. Who else in this generation of the Jiang family can be of great use except Jiang Wen?"
Yun Xi protected Zhuang Tingyun. Yun Qianran, who had wanted to watch the fun, restrained her expression. She also came to Zhuang Tingyun, took his arm and announced, "Let me introduce you to my husband. Well, he was the one who took the initiative to pursue me."
"What did you say?" Jiang Wan didn't believe it. How could that man who was as noble and cold as a god take the initiative to pursue someone?
Moreover, who is Yun Qianran? Why has she never heard of such a person in the Yun family?
"Don't even think about teaming up to deceive me. I won't believe it."
"If you don't believe me, go back and ask your eldest brother. What's the point of telling us?"
Zhuang Tingyun put his arm around Yun Qianran's waist and walked towards the competition venue step by step.
Looking at the backs of the two people leaning against each other, Jiang Wan gritted her teeth and said, "Ask if you want to. Don't think you can get rid of me by using this method."
She turned around and called Jiang Wen, but after hearing the affirmative reply on the phone, she was stunned for a long time. Zhuang Tingyun was actually engaged, and to the country girl from the Yun family who had been living away from home for more than 20 years.
Why would a woman from a small town in the 18th tier do that?
There was a gleam of reluctance in her eyes. Did you really think you could scare her away like this?
Even after marriage, there are still divorces, so what’s engagement?
"If you want to cause trouble, please don't involve our Jiang family. The engagement party between the two of them was attended by the leaders of the Chinese country." Jiang Wen's warning voice came from the other side of the phone.
Jiang Wan's face turned pale. The leader of the Chinese nation attended their engagement party. This...
"Why on earth?" She didn't understand, she really didn't understand.
"That's the fact. Why don't you care about it?" Jiang Wen hung up the phone unhappily. If it wasn't for the leader's face, did he really think he would be willing to accept it? Did he really think that he could be sent off with three glasses of wine?
But even if you can't poach people openly, you can still try other methods...
Anyway, all he wants is the person, whether he has the heart or not. Now that he has the person, it doesn't matter whether he has the heart or not.
Jiang Wan followed closely and also came to the competition venue. The referee in charge breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her finally arrive. It was already five minutes overtime, and he was really worried about being held accountable if he waited any longer.
"All players, take your positions."
Jiang Wan subconsciously looked towards Yun Xi, and sure enough, in the position where Yun Xi was supposed to be, she saw Yun Qianran, who had just come with Zhuang Tingyun.
So this granddaughter of the Yun family who has been living outside for more than 20 years is the external aid that Yun Xi is looking for?
But what real skills can a woman who grew up in a small city in the 18th tier learn?
Yun Xi's brain was eaten by a dog. She actually believed in such a woman. She felt that even if Yun Xi herself went on the field, she would definitely be stronger than Yun Qianran.
Yun Qianran was resting with her eyes closed at this time. After the referee finished speaking, she looked in the direction of Jiang Wan. Did this woman just show murderous intent towards her?
But when she turned her head to look, Jiang Wan turned around again.
Yun Qianran seemed to be thinking about something. Why should Zhuang Tingyun’s romantic debt be put on her? No, just let him solve it himself after the game.
The calligraphy competition venue is spectacular and you can't see the end of it as far as the eye can see.
According to rough estimates, there were at least three thousand participants. Each person had a desk in front of him or her, with rice paper, brushes and ink on the table.
The referee just announced that the competition in the first round is very simple. It is a poem that has just been drawn by drawing lots. Everyone is asked to write it on rice paper in front of them, and then be scored based on their handwriting.
This is one of Wang Anshi's "Song of the Ming Concubine". This poem is quite obscure and not many people know about it.
The judges gave the name of the word but did not give the specific content. This was also a test to see if everyone knew it or could remember it. If you didn't even know the content of the word, you would basically be eliminated.
Yun Qianran glanced around before she started writing. Sure enough, a large number of the three thousand people were scratching their heads. Some took out their phones to try to search, but when they saw the exclamation mark displayed on the signal location on their phones, they gave up speechlessly.
Some people chose to leave on the spot, while the rest planned to write their best essay. Regardless of whether they could pass the competition or not, at least they had to have a positive attitude.
She took one last look at Jiang Wan and saw her frowning as she wrote intermittently. She probably knew the poem but just didn't have a deep impression of it.
Yun Qianran shook her head slightly, leaned over to pick up the brush, dipped it in ink, recalled the lyrics and music in her mind, lowered her eyes, and finished writing in one go.
As soon as she finished writing, she pressed the notification button to hand in the paper, and the referee immediately sent someone to collect it.
Jiang Wan heard the noise and gave her a mocking look, "You gave up so quickly, you are such a loser."
Yun Qianran turned her head to meet her gaze, "Who are you calling a waste?"
"You're being called a piece of trash!" Jiang Wan was furious.
Yun Qianran nodded, "I understand, no need to emphasize it."
Jiang Wan was confused, "What do you know?"
Yun Qianran looked at her nose with her eyes, and her heart with her nose, and just didn't say anything.
Jiang Wan almost went berserk. This woman actually ignored her.
"Hahaha." Some people around who reacted to their conversation laughed.
Jiang Wan was puzzled.
"There are only ten minutes left in the first round."
When the referee's voice rang out, Jiang Wan almost went berserk. Ten minutes had passed and she still had half of the work to write!
"It's all your fault." She glared at Yun Qianran, venting all her anger on him. If she hadn't handed in the paper so early, she would have finished another sentence by now and wouldn't have wasted so much time.
"Remember to speak louder when you call me Third Sister Dad." Yun Qianran retorted.
Jiang Wan squeezed the brush with her fingers so hard that they almost broke. She took a few deep breaths, suppressed her anger, and started writing with concentration.
Yun Qianran raised the corners of her lips. She was confused. Her heart was in turmoil. If she was in turmoil, she would definitely lose. There was no need to say more about victory or defeat.
In the referee's booth, several gray-haired old men gathered together, each holding a magnifying glass in their hands, studying the Ming Fei song submitted by Yun Qianran in amazement.
"Look at the handwriting. The strokes are as smooth as flowing water, and the characters are vivid and lively. It must have been completed in one go without any pause in the middle."
"At first glance, it seems so casually written, but when you look closely, you can see that her writing is powerful and imposing, and her writing is so profound and impressive. It's extraordinary."
"It's hard to reach this level even if we write it ourselves. Who do you think is this disciple?"
"I don't know whose disciple she is, but I know she is the champion today."
As they talked, the first place in the first round was decided.
As the time was running out, more and more people handed in their papers. There were 3,000 participants, but less than 100 successfully passed. Most of them failed because they did not know the content of the test.
Those who just randomly wrote a song or melody and submitted it, although they also received comments from the judges, still failed to pass.
In the first round, the scores of the first three were retained and the referee chose not to announce them. The scores of everyone after that were announced, and those who didn’t hear their names did not pass.
Jiang Wan listened from beginning to end, and when she heard that she was ranked eighth, her tail almost rose to the sky.
She glanced at Yun Qianran provocatively, and when she finished reading all the names, she didn't hear Yun Qianran's name, so she shouted excitedly, "Kneel down and call daddy, right now!"
Yun Qianran glanced at her as if she was looking at a mentally retarded person.
“By the way, although I won’t report the top three places specifically, I still want to say that Yun Qianran, Shen Congxin, and Park Xuewen will directly advance to the second round.”
As the referee's voice sounded, Jiang Wan was dumbfounded. Yun Qianran, isn't that the name of Yun Xi, the foreign aid, the woman who returned to the Yun family from a small city in the 18th tier.
There was disbelief in her eyes that a woman so young that she almost looked like she grew up in a mountain village could actually make it into the top three in the first round.
Are those referees all old and blind?
She wanted to raise questions, but when she thought of the identities of the referees, she didn't dare to speak.
Soon, the second round of competition began.
This round of the competition was much simpler. Everyone was required to write down the first word that came to their mind when they heard the question.
It's just one word. Although it sounds much simpler, everyone knows that one word is the most challenging in calligraphy. For a moment, no one started writing.
Unlike the remaining ninety-odd people, Yun Qianran picked up the pen and started writing. A big heart character appeared on the rice paper.
She handed in the paper after finishing it, which took only a minute. Everyone around her who heard the noise was dumbfounded.
"So fast? I'm having fun!"
Some people are disdainful, some are unwilling, but most of them admire it. Why can't they do whatever they want?
Thinking of this, someone quickly picked up the pen and started writing. Seeing her showing off again, Jiang Wan was so angry that her teeth itched for a moment, but there was nothing she could do. After hesitating for a long time, she picked up the pen and wrote the word "和".
Because before she came, her master specifically told her that the referees this time would be several masters who were easy-going and did not like fighting.
More than ninety people, thanks to Yun Qianran's promptness, all handed in their papers within five minutes.
The final results came out very quickly. Yun Qianran was first, Park Xuewen was second, and Shen Congxin was third. This was not the ranking of the second round, but the total ranking of the two rounds.
Jiang Wan looked at her name following the fourth place and protested on the spot, "I don't accept it!"
She came to the referee's seat, pointed at Yun Qianran and shouted, "How can a woman like this from a small city like this be qualified to win first place?"
"Who are you?" The referee's face looked very bad. Being questioned in public was tantamount to slapping them in the face.
"My master is the calligraphy master Huang Pu." There was a hint of pride in Jiang Wan's eyes.
Several judges were speechless. It turned out to be Huang Pu's apprentice. They were slightly surprised, and their tone became calmer. "What place are you in?"
"You gave me fourth place." Jiang Wan gritted her teeth in hatred.
"Is that the author of the word "he"? Huangpu, the calligraphy master, is not genuine." Several judges sighed. It was obvious that even if Huangpu had not told him the topic of his apprentice's competition, this was indeed something they thought of on the spur of the moment and they could not tell him, but he definitely reminded them of his character.
"What do you mean! Don't slander my master." Jiang Wan retorted angrily.
"Slander? Little girl, how dare you say you don't know who we are?"
A judge took out the Chinese character "和" written by Jiang Wan and said, "Take a look at what this character is. We admit that you are indeed talented and your handwriting and artistic conception are good.
That's your mood. It's clearly full of murderous intent, but you wrote the word "peace" to us. Isn't it because you knew who we are in advance?
If you dare to write the word "kill" openly, today, not to mention the third place, the second place will be yours! But this word "和" doesn't fit. It really doesn't fit. ”
Several referees shook their heads. Jiang Wan's face turned pale, and she realized why she lost.
"That's indeed my question, but what about the woman who ranked first? As far as I know, she grew up in the mountains and didn't receive any systematic education. How could she get first place?"
Several referees showed disappointment on their faces. This was the disciple of Huangpu Calligraphy Master, and he actually judged people by their birth?
This kind of mentality is really not suitable for calligraphy. Even if you force yourself to try, you will definitely not go far.
They took out the heart character written by Yun Qianran, "This is the number one character. As a disciple of Huangpu Calligraphy Master, you can read it, right?"
Two of them held up the words and protected Jiang Wan, separating her from the others, fearing that she would tear up Yun Qianran's work if she was dissatisfied.
Jiang Wan was so angry at their appearance that she laughed, "With such a simple word 'heart', how can you be qualified to take first place?"
The disappointment in the eyes of several judges was even greater. "The heart moves with the will, and the actions follow the heart. We will report today's events to Huangpu Calligraphy Sage truthfully. We will let your master give you the answer in person as to whether Miss Yun Qianran deserves the first place."
Jiang Wan's expression changed, "Why did you tell my master about such a small matter?"
"Since you don't obey our decision, let your master tell you." The referees didn't want to say anything more. They took three square boxes and walked towards Yun Qianran and the other top three. They wanted to personally deliver the prizes they had prepared earlier and then have a good chat with the three of them.
Yun Qianran looked at the referee who was walking towards her excitedly and took the initiative to approach him, "You..."
"Are you Yun Qianran?" The referee handed the box to her, "Take it, kid. This is your championship reward."
Yun Qianran took the box and thanked him, "Thank you."
The more the judge looked at her, the more satisfied he became. "Child, may I ask, who is your calligraphy master?"
"Lu Zixing, you may not have heard of it."
The referee's eyes flashed with thought, "Who is that master?"
He searched his mind for all the great calligraphers, but couldn't think of a big shot named Lu.
"He is not from our generation. He was born more than 1,400 years ago." Yun Qianran replied truthfully.
"Then you have inherited his legacy?" The referee's eyes lit up. So that's it.
Yun Qianran nodded, her calligraphy was indeed inherited from her ancestors.
"Just by inheriting the ancients, one can practice such calligraphy. This talent is really great. Child, do you plan to find another master?"
Yun Qianran shook her head and declined, "I already have a martial arts and medical master, and I don't plan to find another master."
The referee looked disappointed, "What a shame, what a shame."
She looked at the square box in Yun Qianran's hand and asked, "Why don't you open it and take a look?"
"Okay." Yun Qianran immediately opened the box, "What is this?"
"The Four Treasures of the Study, although not as good as your master's, are from more than 800 years ago."
Yun Qianran's eyes lit up. The Four Treasures of the Study from more than 800 years ago were truly valuable items.
"Thank you!" This time she thanked him sincerely.
"This reward belongs to you, not to the person who asked you for help." The referee emphasized this because he was afraid that she would give the reward away.
Yun Qianran smiled knowingly, "Don't worry, I will definitely not give them to anyone."
"When you have time in the future, you can come to Qingzhu Garden to discuss calligraphy with us old guys."
"I will definitely go."
The referee left, looking back every few steps. It was a pity to waste such a promising talent. However, thinking about the handwriting of Yun Qianran, he knew that he was not qualified to teach her anything.
"Second sister, what did Professor Zhong give you?" Yun Xi pulled Zhuang Tingyun over. She had heard that there were other rewards besides credits. She didn't take it seriously before because she couldn't get into the top three. Now that Yun Qianran got it, she really wanted to know.
"A set of four treasures of the study." Yun Qianran glanced at her.
Yun Xi's eyes showed envy, "Second sister, please keep it well. Professor Zhong rarely gives gifts to others personally."
"You don't want it?" Yun Qianran smiled.
Yun Xi shook his head, "This is not mine, I don't want it."
What she had always wanted was those twenty credits.
At the side, Jiang Wan secretly turned around when she saw them talking passionately. If she didn't run now, when would she run?
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