The legitimate daughter is reborn, her life is still with her

"Mr. Song, sit down and tell me, what's going on?" The old lady was asking her husband, but her eyes drifted towards Zhou Jiaqing, which would cause trouble.

"Grandma, you don't know how much the second sister went too far this time. The homework assigned by Mr. Song yesterday was to hand in a painting. The second sister didn't know how to draw, but she even handed in three blank paintings to tease Mr. Song. The husband asked the second sister to apologize, but the second sister refused to listen and instead insulted Mr. Song. She called him by his first name and insulted him. He is not worthy of being a teacher." Zhou Jiahua was the first to speak, and he blamed all the blame on Zhou Jiaqing.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes immediately focused on Zhou Jiaqing.

Zhou Jiaqing seemed not to have heard Zhou Jiahua's accusation and said softly: "The third sister is young and talks casually, which makes the patriarch laugh. It's Qing'er's fault because these little things disturb the patriarch and grandma's purity. Please, please Patriarch Grandpa and Grandma forgive me."

From the time this group of people entered the house until now, only Zhou Jiaqing came to greet the old patriarch. He also saw that she was well-informed and sensible, respected her elders and cared for her sister, and was not impatient or impatient when she was accused. Her calmness and calmness alone made the old patriarch feel good about her.

Zhou Jiahua discovered that this Zhou Jiaqing actually wanted to pretend to be reasonable and attract a high look from the clan leader. Anger immediately surged in his heart, and he screamed: "A trivial matter? Second sister, you are talking nonsense, Mr. Disobedience, this is moral corruption and not a trivial matter."

"Third sister, don't be rude." Zhou Jiaqing scolded in a low voice, and then looked at the old lady: "Grandma, it's not what Third Sister said. It was Mr. Song who slandered me, and I handed the painting over."

"Nonsense, how can I slander you? It's obvious that you didn't pay! You heard it, old lady. In front of you, she talked nonsense. It's just that she has poor ability and doesn't want to make progress, but she only focuses on crooked ways. Come on, this kind of legitimate daughter really brings shame to the Marquis of Jing'an!"

The old patriarch frowned. Such unpleasant words came from the mouth of Mr. No. 1. Before the old lady could speak, he asked: "Second Miss, they said you didn't pay, how do you explain it?"

"Grandpa Patriarch, I handed it over. It's in the painting that Mr. is holding."

Mr. Song took out a pile of paintings, turned them over, and lied that he didn't see the second lady's paintings here.

Zhou Jiaqing walked over slowly, took out a picture scroll from the middle and unfolded it: "What I handed in is this picture of wind and rain in the bamboo forest."

"This is obviously a painting by me, and my personal seal is on it. The second lady's thoughts are really terrible, she actually wants to use mine for her own use." Fortunately, he put his seal on it in time, and now there is irrefutable proof, that idiot lady Can you draw this masterpiece?

Bamboo Forest Storm Picture?

Upon hearing this, the old patriarch stepped forward to check. His brows jumped even more. He glanced at Zhou Jiaqing meaningfully, and then stared at Mr. Song with a strange expression: "Is this a painting made by Mr. Song? This painting is called Bamboo Forest Wind and Rain Picture. There is no wind and rain in the sky, could you please Mr. Song to tell me the meaning of this painting?"

"This... this leaning bamboo proves that there is wind blowing at this time, yes, if it rains... rain..." Mr. Song made random nonsense, but he couldn't make up a decent reason.

So he deflected the conflict and argued forcefully: "Old patriarch, what do you mean by this? Do you doubt that this painting was not made by me? Then go to Pinghu Academy and ask, can the second lady paint such a good painting? I'm afraid even one I can’t even draw a single bamboo, haha.”

"Mr. Song is overly worried. I'm just curious for a moment." The old patriarch suddenly looked directly at Zhou Jiaqing with an indifferent expression and said in a solemn voice: "Second girl, you said this painting was the homework you handed in, then this painting was painted by you. ?

Zhou Jiaqing's eyes were clear, and when he met the old patriarch's scrutinizing eyes, he said calmly: "I didn't draw it."

No one in the room expected Zhou Jiaqing to admit that the painting was not hers so quickly. Mr. Song was even more proud, as if he had expected that Zhou Jiaqing would not dare to admit that she had stolen someone else's painting. It just so happened that from now on, it would be his.

Zhou Jiaqing continued to explain: "Grandpa Patriarch, the meaning of the picture of wind and rain in the bamboo forest is that there was a family who was stabbed in the back by one of their own when passing through the bamboo forest during migration, so the meaning of wind and rain refers to this accident."

"Hmph, even if you make up a reason, you didn't paint this painting." Mr. Song said disdainfully. After speaking, he looked at the old lady on the main seat and said in a pretentious and distressed manner: "Old lady, you have to make the decision for me. Now the second lady has admitted that she not only stole my paintings, but also slandered me and insulted me. You must We must be severely punished!”

"People who steal paintings and slander others should indeed be severely punished." The old patriarch echoed, "Old madam, how are people like this punished in the Marquis Mansion?"

The old patriarch is not from the Hou Mansion, so the punishment cannot be decided by him.

"I have already inquired. According to the rules of the Marquis Mansion, if you steal a painting, you will be punished with at least twenty sticks and sent to the government. In addition, I am a scholar, and my reputation and paintings are my life. The second lady is so humiliated, I have to pay five One hundred taels, no, one thousand taels of silver notes as compensation, and you have to kowtow to me and apologize!"

Before the old lady opened her mouth, Mr. Song shouted wildly.

Even the old lady frowned for a moment, feeling disgusted and dissatisfied. This gentleman was targeting Zhou Jiaqing alone. In her opinion, even she, the old lady, didn't take him seriously. There was a hint of sullenness on his face, and he uttered a few words coldly: "Oh, this is what the gentleman asked for. What else can the second lady say?"

Don't blame Mr. Song for being arrogant. Li Yaxuan promised to stimulate Zhou Jiaqing with words. No one in the Marquis of Jingan would blame him if Marquis Jing'an was not around, and his future depended on the words of the second master of the Marquis. Li Yaxuan promised him that after he accomplished the task, the two The master will write a letter of recommendation himself, and he doesn’t want to be just a little tutor for the rest of his life.

He also privately inquired that Zhou Jiaqing was a stupid man with a lot of money, so he didn't want it for free.

Zhou Jiaqing smiled and said: "This is a mere request. Mr. Song is really a frog in the well. Mr. Song asked us to hand over the paintings to comment on the issue. Based on my level, there is really no one that I can use, so I made the final decision." I'd like to hear Mr. Song's opinion on this piece." The smile in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by contempt and ridicule: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Song stamped his seal and insisted that it was his own. I was puzzled. It clearly belongs to the clan leader's grandfather's family, how could it become your own, Mr. Song?"

Mr. Song stood up suddenly and said confusedly: "What did you say?"

"Didn't you hear clearly? The picture of wind and rain in the bamboo forest you are holding is my painting. Everyone in my family knows it. Of course, Marquis Jing'an and several nobles also know it. You stole my work and slandered the second lady. He talks arrogantly and is really not worthy of being a gentleman at all."