Chapter 43
Tan Yueying seemed to have expected that Tan Xinting would not be able to fulfill the host's request, so she continued to paint with great confidence.

Then, everyone saw Tan Xinting stepping off the stage, grabbing some sand on the ground and returning to the stage.

Under the puzzled eyes of everyone, Tan Xinting squatted on the table and began to fiddle with the sand brought up.

The time for a stick of incense is approaching, but no one has completed it yet, and the atmosphere at the scene has gradually become tense as time goes by.

Some people even think that all the young ladies may not be able to get the title of talented women this year.

When Tan Yueying finished the painting and was about to write a poem, she took another look at Tan Xinting, as if she was worried and wanted to laugh at her.

Seeing her playing with the sand and soil, he couldn't help laughing at her in his heart.

I thought to myself: She is really embarrassing to our Tan family, even playing in the sand here, I must let my father teach her a good lesson when I go back.

However, Tan Xinting didn't know what she was thinking. If she knew, Tan Xinting would definitely laugh at her whimsy.

After a while, the host announced that it was time for a stick of incense. Like the previous games, all the ladies hadn't completed the task, except Tan Yueying.

Tan Yueying proudly presented her poems and paintings in front of everyone.

I saw a blooming peony flower painted on her drawing paper, and the blooming peony instantly won unanimous praise from everyone.

Look at her poem again: The red peony before the stage is melancholy, only two branches are left in the evening.Even
It's amazing, and I can't help boasting that the Tan family is a good teacher, and this talented woman is well-deserved.

Just when the host was about to announce that Tan Yueying would be given the title of Talented Woman, suddenly a nice voice came.

"Wait, you haven't read my work yet."

Following the voice, everyone looked at Tan Xinting, very puzzled.

Tan Yueying was also very dissatisfied, and said contemptuously: "Your drawing paper is destroyed, how can you still have works? Sister, sister knows that you want to win the title of talented woman, but you can't be so naughty."

After hearing Tan Yueying's words, the audience in the audience immediately pointed at Tan Xinting, as if she had done something shameful.

Seeing this scene, Tan Yueying was happy.

Unexpectedly, after a few days of absence, Tan Yueying also became able to speak.

Tan Xinting thought about it in her heart, but she didn't pay attention to everyone's pointing at all.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Tan Xinting pointed to the sand she made on the ground just now, and everyone was shocked when they saw it.

It turned out that after Tan Xinting got the sand, she spread the sand into a rectangular shape, and then began to paint in the rectangular sand, just like modern sand paintings.

There are many orchids in the painting. Although there is no color, the charm still exists.

Everyone was shocked, they had never heard that they could paint like this.

Let's look at Tan Xinting's poem again: I love Youlan with its unique fragrance, and I will not make the color charming to Chunyang.The west wind and cold dew are deep under the forest, even if there is no one, it will be fragrant.

In the poem, the line "Even if there is no one, you will be fragrant" made everyone amazed.

Because this sentence not only praises orchids for being elegant and simple, confident and free and easy, even though no one understands it, it still reveals its fragrance.

At the same time, it also shows the level of Tan Xinting's poetry, which is not generally focused on the outside, but on the inside.

After a brief silence, there was thunderous applause, and everyone was amazed by Tan Xinting.

They all praised her for being such a wonderful woman and a talented woman.

(End of this chapter)

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