With the system traveling through time, the queen always becomes a mother painlessly

Zhao Qingqing led Nan Yan to her seat and pointed at the table. "These cakes are made from fresh peach blossoms picked this morning. The tea is also made from peach blossoms. It's good for your health. Miss Nan can try it first."

As she said this, she smiled apologetically, "Qingqing still has to entertain other guests. Excuse me."

Nan Yan nodded, "Miss Zhao, please do as you please."

At first, the people around only dared to look at Nan Yan secretly. When one person came forward to talk to her, two people came forward.

After a while, Nan Yan was surrounded.

"Miss Nan, I heard that you are in good health. Congratulations!"

"Miss Nan, you are so beautiful. All the peach blossoms in the yard are outshined by you."

"Miss Nan...Miss Nan..."

Nan Yan has a high status. As long as you can marry her, you will be superior to others even if you become a concubine of the prime minister's son or the Ruan family's son.

Therefore, some women of lower status tried hard to make themselves familiar to Nan Yan.

Nan Yan only felt that these people were Tang Monk, and she was Sun Wukong. They were chattering non-stop, one after another, as if they were reciting the spell to tighten the hoop, which made Nan Yan's head hurt.

She sighed in her heart. This party was indeed as boring as her second cousin said.

If she didn't want to find an opportunity for revenge, she wouldn't have come!

Another place.

Zhao Qingqing was chatting with a woman with delicate looks, wearing a long green brocade dress and expensive hair accessories.

"Ruxu, your dress today is so beautiful! You are the best looking among all the people in this courtyard."

As the daughter of the richest man, Liu Ruxu had plenty of money, so her clothes were naturally unusual.

Coupled with her outstanding looks, her whole body exudes a dazzling light.

Liu Ruxu covered her mouth and smiled, her bright face full of smiles, "Qingqing, you are too kind, I think the most beautiful one here is Miss Nan."

Zhao Qingqing's eyes flickered as she said softly, "I've never seen Miss Nan before, and I didn't know she was so beautiful."

Liu Ruxu continued, "Yes! Miss Nan is really beautiful. I thought I was beautiful enough, but I didn't expect she was much more beautiful than me."

When Zhao Qingqing heard her say this, her face froze for a moment, "No way! I think you two look about the same."

"Miss Zhao, you don't have to comfort me. I have some self-awareness. Besides, appearance is not the most important thing. I don't care that much."

Liu Ruxu looked sincere, which showed that she really let it go.

Zhao Qingqing forced a smile and said, "I'm going to go check on the guests outside. Ruxu, excuse me."

Looking at Zhao Qingqing's leaving back, Liu Ruxu smiled sarcastically.

I want to put some eye drops on her, but Zhao Qingqing is still too naive.

She is not like Zhao Qingqing, who has no appearance and attaches great importance to talent. For her, appearance is the best, and she does not need to compare with others.

What's more, there are many women in this world who are prettier than her. If she cared about these things, she would be so upset that she would die.

A quarter of an hour later, the banquet began.

Jinling has been home to many talented men and beautiful women since ancient times. Such a banquet is bound to have competitions, and the content is naturally music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, etc. The content of this competition is painting and poetry.

However, there is no prize for winning this kind of competition. It's just to make a name for yourself and have a good reputation.

But most people just focus on this reputation.

The competition lasts one and a half hours, which is three hours.

Before the game started, Zhao Qingqing specifically asked Nan Yan, "Miss Nan, can you hold on?"

"Don't worry, Miss Zhao. I'm fine."

Although the original owner was physically weak, he had dabbled in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

In addition, she had learned ink painting in modern times, so she chose what she was best at, painting.

After a little thought, Nan Yan took action.

She wants to paint the Guilin landscape.

When she first went there for the trip, she was amazed by the grandeur of the place.

The lush green mountains, the overlapping peaks, and the emerald green river make it look like a beautiful painting.

After confirming her content, Nan Yan started to work.

Zhao Rongrong was average at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so she chose to write poetry.

Just as she was deep in thought, she accidentally glanced to the side and saw Nan Yan's painting. Her eyes widened instantly.

Nan Yan sketched the outline with just a few strokes. His strokes were firm and his movements were smooth and each stroke was just right, showing how profound his skills were.

When Zhao Rongrong saw this, she couldn't help but look into it.

"Miss, ma'am..."

The maid beside her called out to her softly a few times, but seeing that she remained indifferent and still staring blankly at Nan Yan painting, she quickly reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

Only then did Zhao Rongrong come to her senses.

The maid leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Miss, it's already past two quarters of an hour."

Looking at the blank paper in front of her, Zhao Rongrong quickly came back to her senses and started thinking.

But her mind was full of Nan Yan's words, she couldn't calm down and couldn't think of anything at all.

She scratched her head for a while, looked around and found that everyone was very serious. She was afraid of being embarrassed for being last, so she quickly concentrated on writing poetry.

By the time she finally finished writing a poem, an hour had passed.

She turned her head to look at the scroll on Nan Yan's chopping board, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

The mountains are stacked up and the water flows over the mountains, it looks just like the real thing.

Although she was not good at writing, she had been exposed to many good calligraphy and paintings since childhood. She could tell at a glance that this painting would definitely take the top spot and even be comparable to the works of great masters.

No, if Nan Yan wins, she will definitely defeat her sister with her looks.

She had to find a way to destroy Nan Yan's painting.

[Host, please pay attention! Host, please pay attention! Zhao Rongrong's hostility towards the host is 50%, please pay attention! Please pay attention! ]

When Nan Yan was immersed in painting, the voice of the system suddenly came from her mind.

She put away her paintbrush, glanced sideways, and saw Zhao Rongrong staring at her painting intently.

[Thank you, Tongzi, for reminding me.]

[You're welcome. This is what Tongzi should do.]

She had noticed it when Zhao Rongrong was staring at her while she was painting, but since Zhao Rongrong didn't do anything excessive at the time, she didn't take it to heart.

Now it seems that Zhao Rongrong wants to do something with her paintings. After all, Zhao Qingqing needs the reputation of a talented woman.

Nan Yan's painting was almost finished, so she pretended to think about it, while her peripheral vision kept an eye on the person beside her.

When Nan Yan saw her secretly handing the inkstone full of ink to the maid behind her, she had already guessed her intention.

Zhao Rongrong handed the inkstone to the maid behind her and raised her eyebrows towards Nan Yan. The maid immediately understood.

The maid quietly took a few steps towards Nan Yan, then tilted her body and threw the inkstone in her hand away, and the destination was Nan Yan's painting.

Nan Yan quickly picked up the wooden tray on the table and blocked the flying inkstone, while exerting some force at the same time.

The inkstone that was originally flying towards the painting hit Zhao Rongrong directly, and then fell to the ground with a bang, and the ink scattered everywhere.

Zhao Rongrong's clothes were stained black, and even her face was stained with ink.