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Everyone's words reached Shi Lidie's ears from all directions.

She said nothing, but looked at Fang Ruoruo quietly with a cold face——

In the original plot, this person intentionally or unintentionally led the noble ladies of the capital to bully the real daughter, used his own advantages to suppress the real daughter, and ultimately caused the tragic death of the real daughter.

Now Shi Lidie did not follow the plot of the original novel, and did not even return to the Earl of Loyalty and Bravery's Mansion.

However, such a competition still came.

Fang Ruoruo said it nicely, but she was just competing in handwriting and it seemed that the difference in their levels was the smallest. But in fact, she learned from Xu Lan, a famous calligraphy master in Beijing.

Xu Lan, now sixty years old, was once the teacher of the current queen and the eldest princess.

As for Fang Ruoruo, she was the last disciple Xu Lan publicly accepted, the so-called closed disciple.

Fang Ruoruo has such a teacher, and has never lacked pens, ink, paper and inkstone for practicing calligraphy since childhood. In essence, such a competition is still unfair, but everyone ignores the details and instead thinks that she is kind-hearted.

This kind of thing happened more than once in the original work.

The original owner was forced into desperate situations every time and became a clown to highlight the nobleness and excellence of the fake daughter.

Well, this time, it will be Shi Lidie who will be the one to restore order.

She never thought that being born in an earl's mansion was noble or that being born in the countryside was lowly, but if someone really wanted to use her background to make an issue of hers and use it to suppress her, she wouldn't mind slapping these people in the face.

Shi Lidie's silence caused misunderstanding among the crowd. Princess Jiamin saw this and sneered:

"What? You don't dare to compete? If you admit defeat now, I can forgive your sin just now because of your good attitude."

Even Chen Shuting looked at her worriedly:

"I know you can read. I have seen you reading more than once in Luoyun Town, but I have rarely seen you write. Fang Ruoruo's handwriting is one of the best among the noble ladies in the capital, and it is not much worse than mine."

Chen Shuting's first learning of writing was from her third uncle Chen Qinghe.

But even so, she and Fang Ruoruo could only tie for first place among the noble ladies in the capital, and they were equally matched. It would be difficult to really determine who was better.

After Chen Shuting reminded her, she whispered to Shi Lidie:

"If you don't want to compete, I'll find a way."

Shi Lidie smiled, shook her head, and said to everyone in a normal voice:

"Since Miss Fang has brought it up, if I don't compete, won't she think I'm stage-frightened? Some things can only be determined by a real competition in front of everyone."

"If I stand still, everyone will make their own subjective judgments and think that I am not as good as her, and let her always be above me. This is not my character!"

Fang Ruoruo saw that things had come to this point and could no longer retreat. She could only look at Shi Lidie and said:

"You chose your own path, don't regret it."

"I'll give you the same words." Shi Lidie responded.

Because of this competition between the real and fake daughter, all the guests in Wu'an Marquis Mansion were excited.

Everyone thought they were just coming to attend a simple chrysanthemum viewing party, but they didn't expect there would be such a lively scene to watch. For a moment, all the young men and women who were playing around in the garden gathered in one place.

They all wanted to witness the outcome of this competition.

The wife of Marquis Wu'an also came.

As the host of today's banquet, she encountered a conflict between two guests at home. One was the daughter of an earl, and the other was a village chief personally appointed by the emperor. It would be inappropriate to favor one over the other.

But considering that she had a friendship with Mrs. Fang, she still asked the servants to prepare writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

She stood at the head of the crowd and said to them:

"You are all young children. I invited you to appreciate the chrysanthemums today. I originally wanted to find an opportunity for you to relax, but I didn't expect you to be so aggressive and even start a fight."

"I can't turn down your interest. The writing is ready. If you two are ready, I will be the referee. What do you think?"

The wife of Marquis Wu'an is the host and the elder, so she has to be the referee and no one can say anything.

Fang Ruoruo nodded, and Shi Lidie also agreed.

So, the game began.

Shi Lidie and Fang Ruoruo sat in front of two desks respectively, with maids grinding ink on the side. When everything was ready, the wife of Marquis Wu'an had incense lit and called for the start.

As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Roruru began to write furiously, and it was obvious that she had already thought about what to write.

Everyone's eyes were on Ruoruo at first. After all, she was the apprentice of Mr. Xu and was well-known for her talent in the capital. There should be no suspense in this competition.

Everyone expected her to write a masterpiece. Even if it was not original, her handwriting alone was enough to impress people.

But gradually, some people's attention turned to Shi Lidie——

Because she was also writing very quickly, and her speed was not slower than Fang Ruoruo, in fact, even faster.

Is she writing nonsense?

With this thought in mind, everyone approached Shi Lidie, only to see that her paper was full of words, and even had some fancy words written on it.

Shi Lidie wrote "The Analects of Confucius", which anyone who has read the book knows.

For the chapter "Learning", she used the small regular script with hairpin flowers; for the chapter "Governing", she used the regular script; for the chapter "Liren", she used the running script; for the chapter "Yong Ye", she used the official script; for the chapter "Shu Er", she used the cursive script; for the chapter "Tai Bo", she used the thin gold style; for the chapter "Zi Han", she used the official script...

What does it feel like to have 100% proficiency in calligraphy?

Answer: Just write. Who can write better than her?

He can handle all kinds of fonts with ease, and has mastered them to the highest level of perfection. Not to mention Fang Ruoruo, even if Mr. Xu came in person, he would not be able to find any fault with them.

What's more, Shi Lidie has a 100% reading proficiency. Let alone "The Analects of Confucius", even if she was asked to write about all the books she had read before, it would not be a problem.

It’s a pity that the books she read on fashion design and dyeing technology are not convenient for others to know, otherwise the book she memorized would be longer than the Analects of Confucius.

But it doesn’t matter. Doesn’t Fang Ruoruo want to write more than just words?

After writing "The Analects of Confucius", she also wrote "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Character Classic", as well as "The Book of Songs" and "Chu Ci". These are all things that exist in this world, so she is not worried about being discovered.

The incense in the incense burner is getting shorter and shorter, and time is passing by.

The eyes that were initially focused on Fang Ruoruo had already shifted away one by one.

Many people stood around Shi Lidie and watched her write down Confucius' wise words on encouraging learning and governing in different fonts, which shocked many people.

The wife of Marquis Wu'an did not go to watch the younger generations write.

But based on the changes in the number of people watching the two people, we can already get a glimpse of some clues.

She was considered a shrewd person in the capital, and when she saw this scene, she could only sigh silently:

Mrs. Fang must have made a mistake!

Her biological daughter was actually no worse than the adopted daughter she had carefully raised for more than ten years, otherwise those people who were watching her writing would not have such expressions on their faces.

The wife of Marquis Wu'an glanced at the incense burner and spoke at the right time:

"The incense has burned out, please stop writing."