The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Fang Qingman performed a guzheng piece. It was a good piece, but her restless nature wasn't suited to playing the guzheng, so her performance was rather ordinary.

Of course, Fang Qingman also won a lot of applause because of her status as the legitimate daughter of the Fang family.

After that, it was a showcase of various talents by the young ladies of the government.

The other young ladies of the Fang family also showcased their talents.

Fang Qingrong performed a song. Her voice is quite pleasant to sing, but she was clearly suppressing her true abilities. After the song, her performance could only be considered slightly above average.

Fang Qingwei composed a poem on the spot, describing the beautiful scenery of early autumn on Qixi Festival. Although the process was not glamorous, the result amazed all the ladies present.

Fang Qingwei's lyrics belong to the graceful style, gentle and delicate, as if a thousand emotions are wrapped around her fingertips.

Fang Qingyou couldn't help but look at Fang Qingwei with new respect. Indeed, the scholarly air about her had already proven her true talent and learning.

Miss Fang Qingyun did not perform the Qiqiao Art, which was something everyone was used to at the Qixi Festival banquet over the years.

When she was at the Fang residence, her presence was already very low-key, and in this kind of setting, even fewer people would notice her.

However, Fang Qingyou is an exception.

Of the five young ladies in the Fang family, only two were worthy of Fang Qingyou's attention. One was Fang Qingwei, who was well-versed in poetry and literature, and the other was Fang Qingyun, who was always taciturn and never showed her emotions.

One of them was quite talented, while the other was reserved and introverted.

Upon seeing Fang Qingwei's lyrics, Shi Wantong's eyes narrowed sharply. She had actually prepared a poem, also about the beautiful scenery of Qixi Festival, but compared to Fang Qingwei's lyrics, her poem was simply...

Over the years, Shi Wantong has seen many of Fang Qingwei's poems and lyrics. Each time she tries to improve her own level, she is silently defeated by Fang Qingwei every time.

Normally, Shi Wantong felt envious and jealous of Fang Qingwei, but now that Fang Qingyou has also joined the mix, she truly hates her.

What grudge does she have against the Fang family? All the daughters of the Fang family seem to be picking on her.

Suppressing her hatred, Shi Wantong quickly tried to think of a way out; the poem she had prepared could no longer be used.

In the end, Shi Wantong painted a picture on the spot. The picture was gorgeous and lively. It depicted the day of Qixi Festival, with grapevines under the bright sun and lotus leaves blooming in the pond.

Large bunches of purple grapes, large, refreshing lotus flowers in full bloom, and a beautiful butterfly perched on one of them.

“What a beautiful painting!” Led by Du Mengfu, the young ladies echoed in agreement.

Shi Wantong was very satisfied with this result.

Amidst the admiring voices of the crowd, Shi Wantong nodded gently and modestly to everyone before stepping off the stage.

As she walked down, Shi Wantong gave Fang Qingyou a defiant look, her smugness quite obvious.

Fang Qingyou simply smiled faintly, but she had already made a decision in her heart.

She was hesitating about what talent she should show, but after seeing Shi Wantong's painting, she decided to outshine her.

As for how to compete?

Ahem, this is still a secret that can't be told right now.

Time passed slowly, and one after another, the ladies went on stage to demonstrate their tango skills. Finally, it was Fang Qingyou's turn.

As Fang Qingyou slowly walked onto the stage, Princess Neon smiled broadly: "Miss Fang, I've finally waited for you."

She Yuyan didn't speak, but her eyes held a hint of expectation.

Fang Qingyou smiled and silently curtsied to Princess Neon and She Yuyan.

Then he turned to Du Mengfu and said, "Miss Du, could you please prepare something for me?"

"What is it?" Du Mengfu asked with a smile; she had been waiting for this moment.

"charcoal."

This answer almost made Du Mengfu burst out laughing.

She had thought Fang Qingyou would ask for something to demonstrate her talent, but she never expected her to ask for charcoal.

Is Fang Qingyou going to cook in public?

However, given Fang Qingyou's status, cooking in public seems quite suitable for her.

Thinking this, Du Mengfu smiled and instructed the maids, "You, quickly go and prepare a large basket of top-quality charcoal for Miss Fang!"

Actually, Du Mengfu wanted to ask Fang Qingyou, "Do you want me to prepare some more pots and pans for you?"

Like Du Mengfu, Shi Wantong and Princess Neon and her group also shared the same idea; they were just waiting to see Fang Qingyou make a fool of herself.

Seeing the mocking smiles on the lips of Du Mengfu, Shi Wantong, and Princess Neon, Fang Qingyou could guess what they were thinking, but she only smiled faintly.

While waiting for the charcoal to be delivered, Fang Qingyou selected several sheets of paper from several stacks, choosing those that were thicker and harder.

Judging from Fang Qingyou's demeanor, it seemed she wasn't actually going to cook, but Du Mengfu, Shi Wantong, Princess Neon, and the others still hadn't given up on the idea of ​​watching the spectacle unfold.

No matter what Fang Qingyou does with charcoal and paper, with her limited abilities, she can't escape making a fool of herself no matter how much she tries.

The charcoal was quickly brought up, and several maids from the Du household, just as Du Mengfu had instructed, had two rough-working old women carry a large basket of charcoal up.

Fang Qingyou walked to the charcoal basket, carefully picked out a few pieces of charcoal, and then, ignoring her hands that were stained black, went directly to the table where the paper had already been laid out, grabbed a piece of charcoal and started writing and drawing on the paper.

At this moment, many people craned their necks to look at the paper, trying to see what Fang Qingyou was doing.

In the small garden of the Du family mansion, beneath a large tree stood a black figure. The person wore a magnificent, dark blue mask, and a faint light flickered in their eyes, which were as dark as the night.

His gaze remained fixed on Fang Qingyou.

This person was none other than Wu Sha, or rather, Luo Qianmo.

Neither Wu Sha nor Luo Qianmo should be here today, yet they chose to come.

The group waited for quite a while, but Fang Qingyou's paper was completely black and there was nothing to see. It looked like she had just scribbled something.

Fang Qingyou only stopped when Princess Neon's neck was sore from stretching and her patience was almost exhausted.

However, before she stopped, she covered the finished drawing with a white silk cloth.

Princess Neon suppressed her impatience and asked, "Miss Fang, are you finished?"

Fang Qingyou nodded, but instead of showing the papers on the table to everyone, she said to Princess Neon, "Princess Neon, I have a request. Miss Du has put in a lot of effort to organize today's banquet, and her ability truly impresses me. I think a woman like Miss Du must be exceptionally talented, so I would like to see her in person. I wonder if you would grant me this wish?"