Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

The painting now on display is a nude painting. Prince Heng has ordered people to make a frame to mount this large painting.

It takes two or three months for an oil painting to dry completely, so it must be protected in time, otherwise it will be sticky with dust in the air and its beauty will be affected.

Not to mention a glass of liquid being spilled on you.

The wine spilled onto the middle, flowing and spreading rapidly downwards, instantly dissolving a large area and blurring several clear faces.

It is a good painting, a work of art, but this situation makes me feel regretful and angry.

Everyone present looked unhappy and went to look for the culprit.

We saw Sun Hetang holding a big cup. Before everyone could get angry, she wrinkled her nose and started crying in grievance.

"I, I didn't mean to do that. I was just standing outside, thinking I could just take a look from a distance, but so many people kept pushing me inside, and the wine spilled, and I almost fell down."

She was at a loss, trembling with fear, and looked around at everyone in panic, like a little deer.

Seeing her so frightened, and yet so beautiful and lovely, shedding tears, no one could blame her.

"It's such a pity to lose such a good painting." Yang Yingzhi, the second daughter of the Yang family, who now has the best relationship with Qiao Zhizhi, said with great sadness.

"From the moment she entered the banquet hall, Miss Zhizhi set up her drawing board and began painting. While everyone else was busy eating, drinking, enjoying the singing and dancing, she was concentrating on painting everyone at the banquet, not letting up for a moment. It could be said that this was the hardest job."

"Miss Sun, you said you were pushed. I don't mean to blame you, but I just want to ask you if you should do something to make it up to Miss Zhizhi."

Sun Hetang lowered his head and stammered, "It's my fault. I don't deny it. Why don't I buy it according to the value of this painting? Miss Zhizhi, please name a price."

"No matter how high the price is, it's useless if we can't restore the painting to its original state." Lin Songyan said.

"Besides, painting in the New Year's Eve banquet hall of Prince Heng's mansion is of great significance. There is only one such painting a year. It is a fresh and memorable painting for everyone. It will not be necessary in the future."

It's almost the same situation, with almost the same people, just this once, and that's enough.

Seeing Lin Songyan helping Qiao Zhizhi, Sun Hetang felt even more aggrieved, even though it was indeed she who had taken advantage of the crowd's shove to spill the wine.

This big glass of wine was prepared by her in advance.

But in such a somewhat confusing situation, her statement is completely correct, judging by the actions rather than the heart.

The portraits she splashed were also carefully selected. They were all noble ladies and gentlemen from families of the fourth or fifth rank. They were not from high-class families and did not dare to have any opinions about her.

Qiao Zhizhi didn't say anything, and more and more people looked at her.

She already had an idea: "This painting has been given to Prince Heng's Mansion. It is no longer my property, so I have no reason to ask Miss Sun for compensation."

"The Prince Heng's Mansion is generous, and Miss Sun is a guest. Even if such a small mistake is made, the Prince Heng's Mansion will not ask Miss Sun to pay for it."

Prince Heng was listening on the side, his face solemn, and he nodded.

"It's actually very simple. It's just partially damaged. I just added it back in."

Someone said, "The situation at this moment is no longer what is depicted in the painting. At the banquet table, everyone was enjoying themselves, and the painting also showed a perfect harmony."

"Practice makes perfect, I guess. I can still remember the details of the paintings I've made, as long as it hasn't been too long. Please give me some space."

Everyone wanted to see how Qiao Zhizhi could use her stroke of genius to make a ruined painting shine again.

They all quickly retreated.

Qiao Zhizhi prepared the tools again and wiped off the damaged part, and suddenly a large blank space appeared.

She quickly added strokes one by one according to her memory. The paintings she had drawn before already had a sense of familiarity, and she had not forgotten the details. Everyone only saw her hands moving quickly, and before long, a clear face emerged on the painting.

The expressions and demeanor are all like those at a banquet table, very natural and vivid, blending into the scene and atmosphere of the large painting, without any deliberate look.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, knowing that it was safe.

A smile also appeared on Prince Heng's face.

"The Qiao family has two daughters, both of whom are gifted by nature."

Lin Songyan breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was not Qiao Zhizhi's fault, the painting was damaged. In the future, when people think of her performance this time, they will only shake their heads in regret. But it will be different if she adds it. Everyone will praise her when they mention it.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

It didn't take long for Qiao Zhizhi to fill in the missing parts, making it exactly the same as before. The joints were also natural, as if they had never been damaged or polluted.

"Good." Everyone applauded.

This is the master level. No amount of praise can describe their admiration at this moment.

Sun Hetang's face turned pale. She had underestimated Qiao Zhizhi.

During the process of redrawing, she was always waiting for Qiao Zhizhi to forget something or make mistakes in her drawing, which would make people laugh at her.

Who would have thought that this addition would only make her more powerful and gain her more fame?

Faced with the praise that kept coming to her ears, Qiao Zhizhi remained calm. She was neither overjoyed nor relieved that she had escaped a disaster.

Because this was not a test for her, it was just an ordinary thing.

No one knew that she had a talent for painting, but she was not a genius. She had to spend an hour every day in Jianer's time difference space. A quarter of an hour passed outside, and five days had passed inside. One hour was forty days.

It seemed that in just one month, she had gained over a thousand days, or three years, of experience.

She has achieved her current proficiency through a lot of repetitive practice and tutorial learning.

There are many people studying painting in the capital who are more talented than her, but she has much more time, and they will never catch up with her.

Sun Hetang probably did it on purpose, but so what? Since it happened to her professional field, it actually helped her.

Her actual mental age is twenty years older than her appearance age. Her views on people and things are much calmer and more mature. In her eyes, Sun Hetang's behavior is nothing but a child's trick.

In order to prevent similar incidents from happening again, Prince Heng and others had the painting moved to the back hall immediately after everyone had finished admiring it.

Night fell outside. The party had not yet ended, but it was already in its final stages.

Everyone took their seats, toasted each other, and said goodbye. Prince Heng gave a summary speech before letting everyone go.

"Princess, Miss Zhizhi, please stay."

The Qiao sisters were about to get on the carriage when a voice came from behind them.

Looking back, it was Sun Hetang.

The two looked at her quietly.

Sun Hetang suddenly felt like the two sisters were waiting to see his performance, and he felt uncomfortable all over.