Chapter 295: Beating!

Style: Historical Author: ZiweiWords: 2023Update Time: 24/01/12 04:35:49
Yan Qi understood what Lord Di meant.

He felt that this beautiful view of Jinling was very powerful and could be called a masterpiece of ingenuity. If Shuang'er continued to compete, he might lose, which made Master Di very worried.

Yan Qi smiled and looked at Master Di: "Please don't worry, sir, Shuang'er will definitely stage a bigger surprise. Just wait and see, the picture of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix that Master Di just bought will probably double in value soon." .”

The people below were also amazed.

"This beautiful picture of Jinling is really beautiful, colorful and colorful. It makes people like it just by looking at it."

"He Baili really has a few brushes. In terms of embroidery skills, he is almost at the pinnacle. No one can compare with him. Even Xu Shuang'er's counting embroidery technique seems to pale in comparison."

"The situation is very unfavorable for Xu Shuang'er."



Listening to everyone's discussion, Shuang'er's beautiful eyes flashed without showing any displeasure.

He Baili was very happy when she heard everyone's compliments. Her self-confidence was unprecedentedly swollen. She glared coldly and said, "Haha, thank you for seeing my beautiful picture of Jinling. You can still stand in front of me, pretending to be beautiful." You look calm. I know that you are actually very scared. How can you reach my artistic conception and height? Xu Shuang'er, please tremble."

Shuang'er was indifferent to He Baili's ridicule. He stared at the beautiful scenery of Jinling for a long time, shook his head and said: "With all due respect, although the embroidery of this beautiful scenery of Jinling is excellent, the artistic conception is broken. It is partial and generous, and it only ends up being incomplete." The name "Bi" is not worthy of its name."

"What?"

Hearing this, He Baili seemed to have heard the funniest joke in her life, and said arrogantly: "You said that my beautiful picture of Jinling has been broken, and I only ended up with the name of a broken wall? Xu Shuang'er, you are so big What about your tone? Who do you think you are, how dare you point fingers at my masterpieces? Are you afraid of showing off your tongue when you have such a loud tone? You maliciously slander my works, and you are clearly jealous."

Shuang'er ignored He Baili's mouth like a poisonous snake, pointed at the beautiful scenery of Jinling and talked about it.

"The reason why I say that this beautiful picture of Jinling is not worthy of its name is because in this beautiful picture, there are only jade-painted houses, tall buildings, red bricks and green tiles, green mountains and rivers, and bustling streets and busy traffic. But this kind of flashy beauty, Can it represent the whole of Jinling? Obviously not, this can only be called a beautiful picture of the Zhumen, which is far from the beautiful picture of Jinling."

"It can be seen from this, He Baili, that the so-called beauty you show only exists in the superficial flashiness, within the naked eye. This kind of flashy beauty is not as good as one-tenth of the beauty of Jinling. Although it is beautiful at a glance , but the level is so simple that it’s hard to describe the meaning.”

He Baili was stunned, holding it in for a long time, then suddenly broke out, mad as thunder: "Xu Shuang'er, you are really enough, do you think you are some kind of learned and talented woman? You talk about flashy beauty, beauty of the naked eye, isn't this considered beauty? Apart from these beauties, is there any other beauty? Xu Shuang'er, if you tell me, I don't believe how long you can keep pretending with me."

Shuang'er smiled and said, "There are countless wonderful things in this world. I might as well give you a few more examples."

She pointed at the beautiful view of Jinling and said eloquently: "The beauty of Jinling is the beauty of China. Is the beauty of China just the beauty of flashy and visual beauty? Is humility beautiful? Is hard work beautiful? Is hard work beautiful? Isn't it good to not pick up things along the way? beautiful?"

Shuang'er stretched out his jade hands, pointed at the beautiful view of Jinling, and said attentively: "Under this green mountain, a pair of terraced fields are embroidered, and old people are cultivating them. This is the beauty of hard work; the bridge is dotted with two cars walking towards each other. , the master gives way, this is the beauty of humility; embroidering a humble house, a poor scholar stays up to read at night, dreaming of a poor family, this is the beauty of hard work; in the busy streets, a child picks up silver and returns it to the owner, this is the beauty of not picking up items on the road! All these , different from flashy visuals, if these beauties can be vividly reflected in embroidery, then it can be called the real beauty of Jinling."

After hearing Shuang'er's words, He Baili was completely dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and thunder was rolling in her head.

When everyone heard the words, they felt as if they were enlightened and suddenly realized.

"I really didn't expect that Xu Shuang'er is so knowledgeable at such a young age. He has never been to a private school. Why does he speak so profoundly?"

"Xu Shuang'er is worthy of everyone. Not only is her embroidery skill good, but her understanding of beauty is also better than those of us who have read books."

"Compared with Xu Shuang'er's, He Baili's understanding of beauty is really far behind. It's not worth mentioning. It's not worth mentioning. Haha!"



Everyone was slightly reminded of the connotation of beauty by Xu Shuang. Looking at the beautiful scenery of Jinling, they felt that although this picture was gorgeous, it did lack a bit of charm.

It is indeed not appropriate to call it the beautiful scenery of Jinling. It would be more appropriate to call it the beautiful scenery of Zhumen.

After hearing Shuang'er's words, Lord Di nodded secretly, feeling a little ashamed.

He originally thought that Shuang'er was just an ordinary farm girl, but he didn't expect that Shuang'er could say such insightful words. It was really amazing.

Yan Qi didn't expect Shuang'er to be so profound. She almost beat He Baili up. Looking at An Qing standing aside, a hint of kindness was drawn in the corner of her red mouth, she understood clearly in her heart and leaned over to whisper to her: "Shuang'er must be suffering from pain." I have such a profound understanding of beauty only because of your training, am I right?"

An Qing pursed her lips and smiled: "So, Brother Qi also wants to thank me."

"I thank you, why?"

"If Shuang'er only looked at the external beauty, he would think that Seventh Brother was a heinous and evil person. However, after Shuang'er was trained by me, he realized the inner beauty and found that Seventh Brother is a wonderful man that people admire."

Yan Qi asked back: "Since Shuang'er is Qing'er's direct descendant, can I say that in Qing'er's heart, I am also a strange man that Qing'er admires?"

An Qing's beautiful eyes were as bright as lightning, she rolled her eyes at Yan Qi, pursed her lips and smiled sweetly: "There are many talented women who admire Brother Qi, so I won't do it."

"Tch! You don't mean what you say!"

Yan Qi snorted and stopped teasing An Qing.

He Baili was furious when she heard the criticism and contempt from everyone. It took her a long time to wake up from her confusion, and she rushed to Shuang'er angrily, gesticulating and shouting.

"Xu Shuang'er, what kind of talent are you pretending to be? Do you think I don't know your true identity? Don't you know that it's easier said than done? My beautiful pictures of Jinling are great, but you are just nitpicking, envy and hatred! You have the guts, If you display your shabby work in front of everyone, believe it or not, I can find a lot of faults in just a minute?"

Xu Shuang'er smiled slightly: "I wish I could ask for it, and I am willing to listen to your advice."

She carefully opened the canvas bag and took out the embroidery wrapped in oil paper.

He Baili laughed contemptuously: "I don't believe that there can be any good works hidden in this oil-stained oilcloth. I'm afraid it's not junk, right?"