435 I will never fight a battle without preparation
The three great calligraphers from the Jixia Academy moved quickly. They picked up the charcoal pencils and started circling. Then they quickly folded the paper. Mr. Yan and Mr. Yuan Xi hesitated for a moment before putting pen to paper.
Xiling Tianlei waited until the three judges from the Jixia Academy had chosen their names before he carefully drew a circle, slowly folded the paper, and threw it into the bamboo tube. In the end, only the Ninth Uncle was left.
"Uncle Ninth Prince, it's your turn." Seeing that Uncle Ninth Prince had not made any move for a long time, Xiling Tianlei reminded him with a smile in his eyes.
“Circle Feng Qingchen’s name for me.” The Ninth Prince leaned back and had no intention of doing it himself.
"Yes." The eunuch behind the Ninth Prince stepped forward, circled the paper for the Ninth Prince, and without folding it, threw it directly into the bamboo tube.
The Ninth Prince's answer was not a secret at all, and it was useless to fold it up.
"Is the Ninth Prince blatantly showing favoritism?" Xiling Tianlei raised his eyebrows. What exactly did the Ninth Prince mean by playing anonymous judging? Was he trying to scare Su Wan on purpose?
The Ninth Prince shouldn't be so boring.
"Partiality? How could I be partial? Choosing Feng Qingchen is partiality. What logic do you have, Prince Lei? Can it be said that I am not partial only if I circle Su Wan's name? If that's the case, why would Su Wan want to compete with Feng Qingchen? She could just say that she is invincible in the world." The Ninth Prince took out all the anger he felt from Feng Qingchen on Xiling Tianlei and Su Wan.
Xiling Tianlei deserved it. As for Su Wan, although she also deserved it, it was also her bad luck!
"..." Xiling Tianlei was choked by the Ninth Prince. He knew that he had said the wrong thing in a hurry. A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. He said as if it was a matter of fact: "The Ninth Prince is indeed not partial. We all see how much love the Ninth Prince has for Miss Feng. Of course, every move of Miss Feng is good in the eyes of the Ninth Prince." The subtext is still that the Ninth Prince is partial.
"I have always loved my wife and everyone in her family. What? Does Prince Lei have any objections?" The Ninth Prince admitted it with confidence, which made Xiling Tianlei speechless.
Just then, Su Wan and Feng Qingchen stepped forward and unfolded the notes from the seven judges. As expected, Feng Qingchen was the first to unfold the note from the Ninth Prince.
"Feng Qingchen." Feng Qingchen read out his own name with a smile.
The Ninth Prince never fights a battle without preparation. Since the Ninth Prince stands on her side so high-profile, she is sure to win.
Su Wan reached out, took out a piece of paper from the bamboo tube and unfolded it: "Su Wan."
Feng Qingchen smiled, then took out the third note and read it calmly: "Su Wan."
"Su Wan." Three cards in a row, all with her own name. A hint of joy flashed in Su Wan's eyes.
One to three, there are still three pieces of paper in the bamboo tube. As long as there is one piece of paper with Su Wan's name circled, Feng Qingchen will lose. But for some reason, Feng Qingchen found that he just couldn't get nervous.
No matter how much she wanted to withdraw her feelings from the Ninth Prince, she could not deny the fact that she believed in him, so when she unfolded the note and saw her name, she was not surprised and said calmly, "Feng Qingchen."
Su Wan took out the sixth note and prayed silently in her heart, it must be her name, it must be her name. As long as one more person circled her name, she would win.
Su Wan unfolded the note with great anticipation, but was disappointed.
"Feng Qingchen!" Su Wan's voice was full of dissatisfaction, and the smile on her face was so faint that it could not be seen. But this could not change the fact that the note in her hand had Feng Qingchen's name circled.
The score was tied at 3-3. The note in the bamboo tube decided the outcome of the match between Su Wan and Feng Qingchen. It was Feng Qingchen's turn to open the seventh note. However, when she saw Su Wan was nervous even though she tried her best to control herself, she asked kindly, "Miss Su, this is the last note. Do you want to open it or should I?"
"I'll do it." Su Wan stepped forward and took out the last note.
Why should Feng Qingchen decide her, Su Wan's fate?
Knock, knock, knock... The moment Su Wan picked up the note, she felt like her heart was about to jump out. She had never been so nervous before.
In the three games of music, chess and calligraphy, she lost one and drew the other in the first two. If she changed this game again, the Third Prince would definitely not let her go. The Third Prince had already warned her that if she ruined the Third Prince's plan, he would hand her over to the Lord of Jincheng in exchange for military funds.
The note that could decide her victory or defeat was right in her hand, but she didn't dare to unfold it. Su Wan held the paper in both hands, her palms sweating. The note, which had been quite stiff, was now wilted and wrinkled.
On the other hand, Feng Qingchen didn't seem to care about the result. Seeing Su Wan like this, he just reminded her softly: "Miss Su?"
Su Wan was startled, but soon came to her senses and smiled elegantly at Feng Qingchen: "Miss Feng, are you anxious?"
Su Wan was trying to cover up her mistake, but it only made it more obvious. She wanted to use this method to tell everyone that she was not the one who was nervous just now. However, except for Su Wan, everyone present knew what was going on.
Feng Qingchen didn't want to argue with Su Wan over such a small matter, so he smiled generously: "I'm not anxious, I just want to remind Miss Su that the note in your hand is getting wet. If the words are blurred, it will be difficult to recognize."
"Don't worry, Miss Feng. The names on this note will never be confused." The smile on Su Wan's face became calmer and calmer, but the conflict in her eyes became more and more obvious, and her fingers that unfolded the note trembled slightly.
Old Yan and Mr. Yuan Xi frowned slightly. The mentality and bearing of the daughter of the Nanling Su family were not as good as those of the orphan Feng Qingchen. It was really disappointing.
With such a result, is it because Feng Qingchen doesn’t care about winning or losing, or is it because Su Wan cares too much?
Can a person who cares too much about winning or losing really write a character with style? Mr. Yan and Mr. Yuan Xi wondered if they were wrong to circle Su Wan's name...
Yes, the person that Mr. Yan and Mr. Yuan Xi circled out was Su Wan. Even though Mr. Yuan Xi favored Feng Qingchen, when it came to such an elegant thing as calligraphy, Mr. Yuan Xi would not let his emotions get the upper hand. In his eyes, Su Wan's handwriting was better than Feng Qingchen's, so it was normal for her to choose Su Wan.
As for Master Yan, there is no need to mention it. Master Yan has his own principles. Verbally supporting Feng Qingchen is already giving face to Feng Qingchen. Judging victory or defeat is a sacred matter, and Master Yan will never allow himself to act on his emotions.
No matter how slow Su Wan's movements were, she could not stop the note from unfolding, allowing Mr. Yan and Mr. Yuan Xi to see the circled face, and smiles appeared on their faces at the same time.
Even though they misjudged, the result was satisfactory.
"How is it possible?" Su Wan unfolded the note and screamed, "Impossible, how could it be Feng Qingchen? You must be mistaken, you must be mistaken. Ninth Prince is you, it's you, right? My handwriting is obviously better than Feng Qing's, how can you say Feng Qingchen is better."
Su Wan angrily tore the note into pieces. If she lost one more round, she would be in more danger. She didn't want to lose and couldn't lose. She didn't want to marry the Lord of Jincheng. She didn't want...
"I won." Feng Qingchen said silently in her heart, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, but her face showed no joy or sadness. It was not that she was pretending to be calm, but she did not dare to provoke Su Wan.
Can’t you see that Su Wan is going crazy? If she laughs triumphantly, what if Su Wan is stimulated to go crazy?
If we lose, we must stand up straight and not let others look down on us. If we win, we must be humble and show the demeanor of a winner. Hysteria is the worst thing to do.
Feng Qingchen ignored Su Wan's accusations and complaints, bowed gracefully to the seven judges, and prepared to leave.
Even if she wins, why is she still staying here? Is it worth it to attract hatred?
"Feng Qingchen, you stay here." Feng Qingchen wanted to leave, but Su Wan didn't let him and took a big step in front of Feng Qingchen.
She was still elegant and graceful the previous second, but at this moment she turned into an ignorant and foolish woman. The jewels on her hair bun shone brightly under the sunlight, magnifying Su Wan's ugliness. When she stood next to Feng Qingchen, the difference was immediately apparent.
So, unless it’s couple outfits, don’t wear the same color clothes on other days. The contrast is too obvious, Feng Qingchen reminded himself in his heart.
Ahem… Clearing his throat, Feng Qingchen reminded himself not to provoke Su Wan: “Miss Su, do you have anything else to say?”
"Feng Qingchen, do you really think you won? Don't even think about getting away with it. You and the Ninth Prince must give me an explanation for what happened today." Su Wan said righteously.
"Explanation? What explanation do you want me to give you? Can't the young lady of the Nanling Su family afford to lose?" The Ninth Prince stood up, walked towards Feng Qingchen, stood beside Feng Qingchen, and faced Su Wan.
Su Wan's face flashed with embarrassment, but she quickly put it away: "Can't afford to lose? Ninth Uncle Su Wan will never be unable to afford to lose, but I can't lose for no apparent reason. Anyone with eyes can tell the difference between Feng Qingchen and I in calligraphy. Under such circumstances, you actually let Feng Qingchen win. What do you want me to think?"
Yes, it's just inexplicable.
She had nothing to say about the game of chess. She underestimated her opponent and was caught off guard by Feng Qing. But what about her musical instrument skills and calligraphy?
She was obviously stronger than Feng Qingchen, but in the end she lost, and lost inexplicably.
What kind of stringless harp is this? What kind of writing on rice is this?
It is obvious that no sound can be produced by playing without strings, and we still don't know what is going on with Feng Qingchen's song. As for writing on rice, so what? If you want to be unique, you don't have to pay attention to the style of the font.
The more Su Wan thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.
It’s not fair. This competition is not fair at all. Why do all of them side with Feng Qingchen and speak for Feng Qingchen? Feng Qingchen is obviously no match for her, so how could she defeat her?
Feng Qingchen saw the madness in Su Wan's eyes clearly and turned her head away with disdain. She had seen many people like Su Wan. She just had princess syndrome. She just thought she was the best and the world should revolve around her. She was really stupid and naive.
Feng Qingchen left the back of her head to the Ninth Uncle, making it clear that she wanted him to handle the matter, but before the Ninth Uncle could open his mouth, Old Yan stood up.
"Miss Su, your handwriting is like your personality. The handwriting and the person are two and one, one and two, like fish and water blending together. Seeing the handwriting is like seeing the person. Writing is the painting of the heart. Calligraphy is a depiction of the human mind. It uses lines to express and express the changes in human emotions and moods. I can't see how good your handwriting is from yours." Mr. Yan left this sentence, flicked his sleeves, and left angrily...
Su Wan was stunned. She had never thought that Old Yan would come out to accuse her, and in such a harsh tone. She...
If you lose, you are ruined!