The Favoured Medical Princess: 032 Cheating

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The moon sets in the west and the sun rises in the east. This eventful night is finally over.

Nangong Yue got up early again, and everything was as usual. When the girls arrived at Jingzhe Residence, it happened to be a quarter to the hour, and they still had time to make some preparations before class.

Nangong Yue slowly put her calligraphy and painting on the desk. Yesterday, Mr. Fang asked them to complete a calligraphy and painting and bring it over, but only Nangong Yue knew that what she brought was an old painting that she had painted before. She curled her lips sarcastically. Her aunt didn't like her being too popular, but she didn't know she didn't care about it at all!

Nangong Yue looked at the others calmly. Nangong Qing looked aloof and confident, Nangong Yan still looked timid and inferior, Nangong Lin looked proud, and Su Qingping...

Nangong Yue looked at Su Qingping with interest. If she remembered correctly, Su Qingping in her previous life only knew a little about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but now she looks confident...

At this time, Fang Ru arrived on time. She was still serious and expressionless as always, and her first sentence was straight to the point: "Girls, spread out your calligraphy and painting on the desk."

As always, the first thing Fang Ru looked at was Nangong Cheng's paintings. Nangong Yue remembered that Nangong Cheng's paintings were always good, but her calligraphy was relatively weak.

Sure enough, after looking at Nangong Cheng's painting, Fang Ru nodded appreciatively, "This painting is in harmony with the landscape, harmonious, and freehand. It's a pity that the painter is immature, but if you can achieve this level at your age, you are considered excellent." "After a pause, she looked at Nangong Cheng's painting again, always feeling that something was missing, "Why didn't you mention the words?"

Nangong Cheng showed a hint of embarrassment and explained: "The student's handwriting was missing by three points. It was afraid that it would affect the overall beauty, so I didn't mention the handwriting."

Fang Ru nodded, with a trace of regret in his eyes, and said nothing more, then went to look at Nangong Yan's paintings.

Nangong Yan drew a picture of a chicken pecking at rice. A few crooked lines barely formed the shape of a chicken. Four slender claws supported the whole body crookedly. Under the chicken claws were a few drops of thick ink. , regarded as rice, the painting style is simple and childish, as if made by a five-year-old child.

Even so, Fang Ruye still looked as normal and said lightly: "Practice more."

"Yes, sir." Nangong Yan's face turned red with embarrassment, and he almost shrank into a ball.

The third one is Nangong Yue. She brought a painting she made a month ago before her rebirth, a sunset photo. Of course, at the age of nine, her painting skills were really average.

Fang Ru frowned, a little disappointed. Nangong Yue's piano skills made her overestimate the second girl. Fang Ru raised his head and looked at Nangong Yue, but saw that the other party was calm, with a hint of freedom and ease. She was stunned for a moment, then looked at Nangong Yue, and saw that the other person's face was awkward, which was not inconsistent with the immatureness that should be expected at this age. She felt a little funny that she could be dazzled.

"An inch is short, a foot is long." Fang Ru did not directly comment on Nangong Yue's painting skills, but said euphemistically, "Three girls, please spend more time practicing the piano on weekdays. If you are good at it, you will be good. ."

When Nangong Cheng heard this, he couldn't help but straighten his back, put on a confident smile on his face, and secretly made up his mind.

Of course Nangong Yue understood what Fang Ru meant. Although she didn't care about the other party's evaluation, she still pretended to be modest and said: "Yes, sir, the student will practice the piano well."

Then it was Nangong Lin’s turn. Unlike others, what Nangong Lin brought was not a painting, but a set of calligraphy. The beautiful plum blossom seal script appeared on the paper, exuding the faint fragrance of ink.

"Not bad." Fang Ru nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. When she was originally invited by Zhao, she said that it would be enough to focus on teaching Nangong Cheng. She also met Nangong Cheng at that time and felt that she was a malleable talent, so she agreed. But she didn’t expect that the young ladies from Nangong Mansion each had their own talents. Nangong Cheng was good at painting, Nangong Yue was good at qin, and Nangong Lin was good at calligraphy. It was really beyond her expectation!

The last one is Su Qingping.

At the first glance, Fang Ru's eyes flashed with admiration, but then her eyes became more and more strange, and her sharp eyes narrowed slightly. Without even looking at Su Qingping, she neither said yes nor no, and walked directly towards the desk.

Interesting. Of course, Nangong Yue didn't miss the turbulent relationship between Fang Ru and Su Qingping, and couldn't help but feel a little interested. Although she didn’t know much about Mr. Fang, she also knew that he was not someone who looked down upon others, so there must be a reason for everything...

Nangong Yue's eyes flashed, and she quickly glanced at Su Qingping's desk in the rear left. It was a picture of looking at the river, with the river flowing between the mountains and the river. The artistic conception was elegant, and the painting skills were extremely sophisticated and sophisticated. The scene was It appears on paper, lifelike, and a piece of atmospheric beauty! As far as she knew, Su Qingping never had such skills!

At this time, Su Qingping's hands were clenched into fists under the desk, feeling that Fang Ru must have done it on purpose, deliberately humiliating herself. She suppressed her blush and said angrily: "Sir, why don't you look at the students' homework? Could it be that the students didn't do a good enough job?"

Hearing this, Fang Ru just glanced at her lightly and said, "Fake things can't be true."

Clenching her teeth tightly, Su Qingping squeezed her palms tightly, remembering that it was hard for her to get into this boudoir school, and she couldn't give up so easily. She suddenly said: "...Sir, the student is wrong!" Her voice was slightly choked.

Fang Ru did not look back, Su Qingping gritted her teeth again, knelt down resolutely, and sobbed: "Sir, the student was confused for a moment, and his cousins ​​and nieces were by his side, making the student feel ashamed, so he thought of Li Daitao. Sir, please forgive the student once. The student will never dare to do it again..."

Nangong Cheng and others knew what was going on with her performance, and their expressions were a little weird, and Nangong Lin even laughed out loud.

Nangong Yue admired Su Qingping, but she didn't expect that she would have such courage to admit her mistake in court. This woman is indeed extraordinary, capable of bending and stretching. No wonder she was able to live smoothly in her previous life. It's really not that easy to deal with her!

At this time, Fang Ru finally turned around and looked at Su Qingping with a softer look, "If you know your mistakes, correct them. There is no such thing as a good thing." After that, Fang Ruoran no longer ignored Su Qingping and simply said Commenting on her calligraphy homework also means that Su Qingping’s past mistakes have been easily overcome...

Nangong Yue was not surprised by this result. After all, Mr. Fang was just a gentleman invited by the Nangong family. Why should he be serious with his master? He would appear to be narrow-minded and intolerant of others.

After class, Nangong Yue took Yimei back to Mozhuyuan. As soon as she entered, she found that Lin was there, and beside her stood Yu Baozhu's Yixuan.

Seeing Nangong Yue come back, Mrs. Lin smiled and waved to her, "Sister Yue, come here quickly."

Nangong Yue followed her words and walked to her mother. Mrs. Su took her little hand and said lovingly: "Sister Yue, this is Yu Baozhu's house. She is the steward of the kitchen and also belongs to Yixuan. Mother. Today, Yu Baozhu’s family came over to ask me for something. She said that Yixuan is not young anymore and she wants to take her home and find a marriage. Yixuan is your girl, so mother brought them here. , ask what you mean."

It was Nangong Yue's intention to let Yixuan leave, so how could she have any objection? She said with a smile: "Mother makes the decision in everything." After saying that, she leaned into Lin's arms with a look of dependence. But his eyes looked sharply at the Baozhu family.

The exquisite ladies of Yu Baozhu’s family immediately put on a look of joy and saluted together with Yixuan: "Thank you second madam, thank you third lady."

"You don't have to be polite." Mrs. Lin raised her hand, "Yixuan, you have served the third girl for many years, and you have worked hard without any merit. I have prepared something for you, which can be considered as your master-servant relationship. ." As she said that, her maid Linglong had already come in with a red wooden box.

"Thank you, second lady." Yu Baozhu's family hurriedly saluted and pushed Yixuan, "Silly girl, I still don't kowtow to you."

Yixuan hurriedly walked up to Nangong Yue and kowtowed heavily. Nangong Yue was about to help her up, but she found a note stuffed into her hand and hurriedly hid it in her sleeve.