After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The incense sticks in the brass lotus incense burner burn slowly.

With half a stick of incense left, Nan Yan put down the brush confidently.

She glanced at her painting proudly, and couldn't help but look at Nan Baoyi.

The seats were a little far apart, and she couldn't see what Nan Baoyi drew.

But the husband who taught her to paint said that painting is about splashing ink and painting in one go. If Nan Baoyi is so careful, she will definitely not be able to draw anything good.

This game, she won!

A furnace of incense sticks finally burned out.

With the sound of the gong, Nan Baoyi calmly put down his pen.

The reason why she wanted to participate in "Painting" was because she remembered that the title of this competition was "Spring Flowers".

The girls in the boudoir all love colorful flowers, so almost everyone can draw a hundred flowers blooming in full bloom, but it would seem tacky to put them together, so she wanted to find another way.

The examiner came to collect the paintings, and when he saw her paintings, he couldn't help but shake his head regretfully, "Miss Nan Wu, you don't have a single flower on the paper, I'm afraid you've strayed from the point!"

Nan Baoyi smiled sweetly: "It's okay, my lord will hand it in for me."

The paintings were quickly displayed.

The most eye-catching is Nan Yan's "A Picture of Thousands of Purples and Reds", in which more than a dozen kinds of flowers are painted vividly and vividly, attracting applause from the audience.

Mrs. Chang pushed Mrs. Cheng triumphantly, "How about it, I said Yan Nanyan is right? Look at what Nan Baoyi painted, it's actually a complicated wooden frame!"

"Yan'er is indeed talented." Madam Cheng said to Liu Shi with a smile on her face, "Erlang cherishes talent, so Yan'er must be more suitable for him than Baoyi."

The meaning of changing relatives is very obvious.

Liu smiled from ear to ear, "It's Yan'er's blessing to be valued by Mrs. Cheng!"

Chang's follow-up said: "My daughter is incompetent. Sister Liu, tell me, how do you teach Yan'er on weekdays? Do you want us to learn from experience?"

"Oh, I don't have any experience, I just follow the child's nature." Liu's modesty, "Our Yan'er studies very consciously, getting up at every hour of the day, learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting—"

Before he could finish speaking, a ceremonial officer suddenly sang loudly from the high platform:

"Top one in the painting category, Nan Baoyi!"

Liu's smile was even bigger: "To tell you the truth, our Yan'er not only has outstanding painting skills, but also excellent calligraphy. She stands out from the crowd among girls of the same age..."

As she talked, she finally realized something was wrong.

There was silence all around, and everyone looked at the high platform in surprise.

She regained her senses, touched her ears, and asked in disbelief: "Master, who is Yijia in the painting class?!"

"Jiaojiao, it's Jiaojiao!"

Nan Guang beat his chest and stamped his feet, both joy and sorrow, the expression on the old man's face was wonderful.

The audience was finally in an uproar.

The voices of discussion are overwhelming, and they are all unconvinced:

"Nan Baoyi didn't even draw a single flower, so how could he get a top prize?!"

"It's obviously Miss Nanyan's skill that dominates the crowd, so it should be Miss Nanyan who takes the first place!"

"Did you accept bribes from the Nan family?! It's not fair!"

"..."

The blood on Nan Yan's pretty face faded away.

She clenched her hands tightly in disbelief, and she didn't even notice that her nails had scratched the flesh of her palms.

She clearly draws so well, why is Nan Baoyi the best? !

The leading examiner motioned for everyone to be quiet.

He stroked his beard and nodded appreciatively at Nan Baoyi, "Miss Nan Wu, can you explain?"

Nan Baoyi walked slowly into the field, "What I drew is a weaving machine."

"textile machine?!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Nan Baoyi said loudly: "Yes, the textile machine.

"This loom was newly built by the old craftsmen of the Nan family, and the thread flower book was used instead of the bamboo flower book.

The flower puller sits on the flower building, sings and pulls by hand, lifts the healds one by one according to the jacquard pattern, and the flower weaver steps on the ground to pick the shuttle and beat the weft.

"In this way, the weft thread cycle of the pattern is increased, and the pattern will be more colorful, which will greatly improve the production efficiency of Shu brocade.

"Such a good thing, my Nanfu doesn't want to keep it for myself, so I specially share it with all the lords."

This is a loom that only appeared a year after the previous life, and it is indeed a masterpiece handed down by the masters of the Nan family.

Because of it, the Nan family's Shu brocade business is getting better and better, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is making money every day.

But it also made Nanfu like a raging fire, making it even more coveted by the rich and powerful.

In this life, she shared it and asked other Shu brocade merchants to make money together. This would not only gain a good reputation in Shu County, but also prevent the Nan family from being the target of public criticism.

Xia Qingqing was not angry, and said loudly: "You are very good, and this loom is also very good. But, what does this have to do with today's competition topic?! Today's topic is Chunhua!"

Nan Baoyi smiled slightly, "This loom, I call it Hualou loom."

She stretched out her sleeves and bowed to everyone, her posture was extremely humble and gentle:

"I wish to weave all kinds of purples and reds with Hualou looms. Shu County is rich in Shu brocade every year, and Jincheng is rich in flowers every year!"

The little girl has a sweet voice.

The gesture of bowing is like a tough seedling emerging from the ground.

Jinguan City is rich in Shu brocade, and even a large part of its tax revenue depends on Shu brocade.

Even the name of their city was derived from Shu Brocade.

The significance of Shu brocade to this land and the people can be imagined.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, and suddenly thunderous applause and cheers broke out!

Nan Yan took a step back feebly.

She knew that this game, she lost again.

Lost completely, lost powerlessly.

Her face was ashen, looking at that charming and radiant little girl, she felt extremely strange!

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Old Mrs. Nan was so excited that she burst into tears, "What a colorful girl, what a flower blooming and rich! Our Jiaojiao has grown up, really grown up!"

Nan Baozhu proudly made a face at Mrs. Cheng, "Madam Taishou, my sister is better than Nan Yan in everything, what else can you say?"

Mrs. Cheng complained about Mrs. Chang, "You picked them all!"

Chang was a little embarrassed, and persuaded: "It's okay, it's okay, there are two more games!"

Scene three, book.

The most girls participated in this event, but Nan Baoyi did not sign up.

She knew that her current two words were still not on the stage.

She sat leisurely on the sidelines, watching Nan Yan and other girls write.

After all, Nan Yan was old enough to live in a small town, and lost two games in a row. The blow was so severe that the hand holding the pen trembled uncontrollably.

Such trembling hands cannot write good words.

When the examiner hung up the work, Nan Yan's handwriting was not only disorderly, but even the strokes were trembling, like a child who was just learning to write.

Everyone laughed and pointed at the work.

Nan Baoyi took out a lotus seed candy from her purse and put it in her mouth, she raised her eyebrows sweetly, "My sister's handwriting is not very good, so why don't you sign up for calligraphy, it's just a shame."

Nan Yan was embarrassed, and scolded: "The villain will succeed!"

Nan Baoyi sneered: "It's better than an old horse stumbles."

Nan Yan was furious: "You call me an old horse?!"

The voice of the ceremonial officer sounded at the right time:

"The fourth game, chess—"