432 Using tricks, even a grain of rice can shine

Feng Qingchen thought maliciously that if she was disrespectful enough to wear a white dress tomorrow, she wondered if Su Wan would also wear white. You know, white is very suitable for her, such as a white coat.

Of course, this idea can only be kept in mind and must never be implemented. In the Kyushu continent, unless you are in mourning, it is generally taboo to wear white clothes. In the eyes of these people, white is a very unpleasant color. Wearing all white is mourning clothes, and it is not appropriate to go out in mourning clothes.

Haven't you heard of the saying that if you want to look pretty, you have to wear mourning clothes? Mourning clothes means white clothes. Generally, only women who are in deep mourning will wear white clothes. During the mourning period, most of these women will not go out, and no one will invite a woman in deep mourning to their home to avoid bad luck.

When you attend a banquet or something and the whole family is in a festive mood, if you wear a white dress, aren't you intentionally causing annoyance to the host? Similarly, clothes that are too plain are also not okay. If they are too plain, they are not elegant, but look childish.

Some small details determine whether you can integrate into a society. Feng Qingchen pays great attention to this aspect. Although both her parents are dead and no one will say anything if she wears white clothes, she will never wear white clothes when going out except on the operating table.

Just when Feng Qingchen was thinking with evil humor that if she and Su Wan came out wearing white clothes at the same time, would anyone think that something happened in Su Wan's family, the jury headed by the Ninth Prince appeared.

Others didn't notice, but the Ninth Prince saw the teasing and smile in Feng Qingchen's eyes. Seeing Feng Qingchen's expression, the Ninth Prince knew that Feng Qingchen must have some bad intentions. Feng Qingchen was like this every time she played a prank, just like last night...

When he thought of last night, the Ninth Prince's ears turned red.

Xiling Tianlei raised his eyebrows and looked at the Ninth Uncle in surprise, then looked around. Except for Feng Qingchen and Su Wan wearing the same color clothes, there was nothing unusual.

As for other people, of course they won't pay attention to such small details.

The judges came in, including the emperor's uncle and the prince. Feng Qingchen and Su Wan were no exception. The two women stood up at the same time and saluted to everyone.

“No need to be polite.” The Ninth Prince was from Dongling, and had the highest status among the seven judges. Not surprisingly, he sat in the middle and had the most say.

As soon as he sat down, the Ninth Prince signaled to the eunuchs behind him that they could begin. Judging from his look, he wanted to end the battle quickly.

"The tables and chairs are ready, ladies, please come in." The eunuch's shrill voice sounded.

The Ninth Prince sat in the middle, looking intimidating without even getting angry, with no expression on his icy face. When his eyes swept across Feng Qingchen, a slight, invisible ripple appeared in his calm black eyes.

Feng Qingchen and the child she brought with her had nothing in their hands. How could she write? Didn't she know that she had to bring her own writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone for today's competition? Or was Feng Qingchen ready to give up?

In fact, this is also where the competition is unfair. Even if the calligraphy skills of two people are similar, there will be a big difference if the pens, ink, paper and inkstone are not equal. Obviously, the words written with good pens, good ink and good paper will be better.

Of course, the so-called competition seems fair, but in fact, there is no fair competition in this world. Feng Qingchen is very clear about this, so she doesn't care about the unfairness of the competition at all, and she doesn't intend to compete fairly with Su Wan.

Feng Qingchen and Su Wan stood up at the same time, bowed to the Ninth Prince and others, and then stood in their seats. Su Wan's maid put away the pens, ink, paper and inkstone one by one. As soon as the things were put out, they immediately attracted everyone's admiration.

"The Su family is really generous. If I am not mistaken, that pen should be the imperial pen named Longhao by the royal family of the previous dynasty. Only the Cui family can make Longhao pens. This pen does not shed hair and does not drip ink. It was used by the royal family in the previous dynasty. It became extinct with the demise of the previous dynasty and the retreat of the Cui family. I didn't expect that the Su family still has such a good thing."

"That's a clay inkstone. The ink in the clay inkstone is thick and will not dissolve in water."

"Ice silk is used instead of paper. Ink on ice silk does not smudge or dissolve, and it is easier to preserve than paper."

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The onlookers were discussing the pens, inks, paper and inkstones that Su Wan had displayed. The three great calligraphers from the Jixia Academy sitting on the judges' panel didn't say anything, but the enthusiasm in their eyes told Su Wan that they liked what he had displayed very much.

The Su family invested a huge amount of money this time. Once these things were displayed, people could see that the Su family was also a family with a solid foundation, not some nouveau riche.

Hearing the praise and envious eyes of the crowd, even though Su Wan tried her best to restrain herself, she couldn't hide the pride in her eyes. The things she took out could not be bought with money.

Even Old Yan, Mr. Yuan Xi and Prince Lei's expressions changed when they saw the dragon-hair brush. Only the Ninth Prince had a cold expression and didn't take her things seriously at all, which made Su Wan quite discouraged.

Suppressing the dissatisfaction in her heart, Su Wan looked at Feng Qingchen. She wanted to see what Feng Qingchen could come up with.

After everyone was amazed, they followed Su Wan's gaze and looked at Feng Qingchen who was sitting opposite her. Although everyone did not think that Feng Qingchen could come up with something better than Su Wan, they were somewhat expectant.

But when they saw what Feng Qingchen took out from his sleeve, everyone was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Well……

Were they seeing things? Feng Qingchen actually brought something like this to participate in the calligraphy competition. Didn't Feng Qingchen know what they were going to compete in today?

It would be fine if she didn't prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but she couldn't prepare things like this, right?

Not to mention the onlookers, even the seven people on the judges' panel stretched their necks, each suspecting that they had seen it wrong, or that Feng Qingchen had gone crazy.

Su Wan Yanmo paused, then laughed again, as dignified and proper as ever. But only she knew that her laugh was full of sarcasm and contempt.

Faced with the puzzled, contemptuous, mocking and disdainful looks of the crowd, Feng Qingchen just smiled faintly and did not take it seriously at all.

She had no intention of competing with Su Wan in calligraphy. She was here to take advantage today. As for whether she could win, it all depended on her luck and whether the Ninth Prince was strong enough.

"Feng Qingchen, if you didn't bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I'll have someone send you a set." Old Yan's goatee twitched. If he hadn't cared about saving face, he would have been like Mr. Yuan Xi, leaning forward with his eyes as big as copper bells, losing the demeanor of a great scholar.

"Hehe, I also have a nice set of pens, ink, paper and inkstone." After Mr. Yuan Xi came to his senses, he immediately sat up straight and lamented in his heart that he and Feng Qingchen probably had a bad fate. Feng Qingchen was the only one who could make him lose his image in public, and it had happened more than once.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan and Mr. Yuan Xi, for your kindness. Qingchen will just use this." Feng Qingchen pointed to the things on the table and smiled calmly.

"Those things on the table? There's not even a piece of paper. Where are you going to write the words? On the table? Or on the rice?" Mr. Yuan Xi's mouth twitched, and he found that he really couldn't understand Feng Qingchen.

Before it was a stringless harp, and now he took out a handful of rice and something that looks like a pen but the tip of the pen is thinner than a needle. Can't Feng Qingchen be a little more normal?