Long Live the Empress

Chapter 164 Turning waste into treasure

Hua Xiangrong clenched her hands tightly, her eyes full of unwillingness. She winked at an inconspicuous maid, and the maid came over with a pot of tea.

Just as she reached Yue Jinghong, the little maid tripped and the tea spilled out of the teapot, splashing onto the painting that Yue Jinghong had just painted.

Ning Bohao reacted the fastest. He quickly used his sleeve to wipe the painting, but the painting was still ruined. "Whose maid are you? How could you be so careless!"

The little maid fell to her knees in fear, "I didn't mean to do that! I just wanted to add some hot tea to you, but I slipped... Please forgive me, sir!"

Ning Baihao used to be very tolerant and generous, but today, for some reason, he was a little unwilling to give in and ignored the little maid's pleas.

Yue Jinghong bowed to Ning Baihao and said, "Master Ning, this little maid didn't do it on purpose. Please don't blame her!"

"But she ruined your painting! Such a perfect painting was ruined by a pot of tea!" Ning Baihao pointed at Yue Jinghong's painting and said indignantly.

This Ning Bohao is really childish! The little maid had already begged for mercy in front of everyone, but Ning Bohao still kept grabbing her, as if Yue Jinghong was petty and blamed the little maid!

"Mr. Ning, please look!" After Yue Jinghong finished speaking, she picked up the pen and drew on the splashed tea. After a while, the mottled tea stains turned into snowflakes, which were extremely realistic!

Ning Bohao looked at the originally ruined painting, which was brought to life by Yue Jinghong, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Wonderful! It's really wonderful! Miss Yue, I admire you!"

Everyone was a little confused and took a closer look at the painting. Sure enough, the painting was really wonderful!

When Hua Xiangrong saw that Yue Jinghong's painting was not only not destroyed, but also turned into treasure, she was almost angry to death! Hua Xiangrong glared at the incompetent little maid, and she was extremely jealous!

Everyone hung up their paintings so that others could admire them.

Hua Xiangrong painted a picture of chrysanthemums. The whole picture was bright and colorful, and even more fragrant. It was beautiful, but it lacked some artistic conception.

"Alas, it's a pity that today is the end of autumn. If it were summer, my ink would attract butterflies!" Hua Xiangrong said while smiling and covering her mouth with a handkerchief.

Sure enough, everyone was interested in Hua Xiangrong's words. "Then, let's compete again! Let's see if Miss Hua's ink is really that magical!"

"Yes! But after comparing today, I think Miss Yue's painting is better! What do you think?"

"I agree too! Miss Yue can turn danger into safety and turn waste into treasure! If she doesn't win, I'll think our paintings are even less worth mentioning! Hahahaha"

"..."

Ning Baihao was moved by Yue Jinghong, who was not easily affected by fame or disgrace.

After the poetry reading ended, Yue Jinghong was helped by Zhenzhu into the carriage. Just as they were about to leave, someone stopped the carriage.

"Miss Yue! The journey is difficult. I will give Miss Yue a ride!"

It was Ning Baihao's voice! Yue Jinghong frowned in annoyance, but replied in the most gentle voice: "Mr. Ning, you don't have to do this! Men and women should not be intimate with each other, don't let others gossip! My daughter has guards to protect her, so I won't bother Mr. Ning!"

Ning Baihao lowered his head in disappointment, but smiled again the next moment, "Then I will follow Miss Yue's carriage! Don't worry, Miss Yue, I will be very far away! Please don't worry, Miss Yue!"

Yue Jinghong didn't say anything, and the coachman drove the carriage away from Ning Baihao's sight.

Ning Baihao followed Yue Jinghong ten feet away, driving slowly. In his carriage were Yue Jinghong's poems and crane paintings...