Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy

The design competition led by the Academy of Fine Arts of Capital University, the awards ceremony came as scheduled. Last year, Song Fengwan was a freshman and helped a little behind the scenes. This year, some students called her Senior Sister.

"Senior sister, your position is here. You need to go to the stage to receive the award later, and someone will take you there."

The area where the award-winning students sit is close to the school leaders and sponsors, and next to the front. When Song Fengwan sat down, there were fluorescent sticks, program schedules, and a bottle of mineral water on the seats.

The promotional picture of Duan's Wanbaohui Mall was also printed on the back of the program list.

At this time, the students were already seated, and the auditorium was full of voices. She was looking down at the program flow when she heard someone calling her, "Miss Song."

Hearing the familiar voice, she looked up and saw Jiang Ershao.

He had sponsored the last time the Academy of Fine Arts gave away old students, and this year's competition seemed to have invested some money. He was two rows away from Song Fengwan, and he kept waving at her.

He deliberately wore a suit today, which was a bit out of tune with his temperament, but he looked like a human being.

Song Fengwan smiled at him, and just as he was about to say something, the man beside him pulled him onto the seat.

"elder brother?"

"A lot of students are watching, you look like an idiot, you are shameless, I want more." The man said and found a seat to sit down.

Second Young Master Jiang snorted angrily, "Your face is the most valuable."

"Leading mentally handicapped children out, I feel a lot of pressure."

Second Young Master Jiang was dumbfounded.

What the hell are you mentally retarded? Your whole family is mentally retarded!

After scolding in the bottom of my heart, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, the whole family was mentally retarded?

He came back from Jing's last time, and when he got home, he roared a little madly. His brother didn't say anything. Two psychiatrists came to the house the next day and said they were treating him.

Damn, does his brother think there is something wrong with him? And take him to take a CT scan to check his brain?

"I'm so fine, I'm not sick!" Someone yelled wildly.

The man looked at him indifferently, "You came back to play like a dog, I thought I went to Jing's house, and I was scared out of my wits."

Jiang Ershao snorted coldly, "You are just jealous that I have a good brother now."

The man smiled helplessly.

However, he still doesn't agree with himself getting too close to Duan Linbai and others. In his words, they are not in the same circle. It is okay to follow along and learn things. Don't be too presumptuous, keep a low profile, and don't pretend to be someone else when you go out. Going out to make a fool of yourself can easily become the target of public criticism.

Jiang Ershao knew it in his heart, and most people thought he and Duan Linbai were friends, and no one paid any attention to him as a dude.

Song Fengwan sat at the back, looking at the Jiang brothers who were talking with their heads tilted.

The two don't look alike, and their manners and conversations are completely different. The eldest brother of the Jiang family is a businessman, and he doesn't have the air of a philistine. He looks gentle and delicate, but he is also restrained and sharp. , No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a real brother.

While she was in a daze, the school leaders and competition judges took their seats one after another. Qiao Xiyan came here temporarily and was arranged next to the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts.

When Duan Lin Bai appeared, it naturally caused quite a commotion.

A certain person is still dressed flirtatiously, flamboyantly, like a peacock, but fortunately he has a handsome enough face.

But when Tang Jingci entered the arena, cheers and boos accompanied Qiao Xiyan's brows.

Her facial features are cold, but she has a scorching sharp edge. Today, she is going to participate in a domestic event, and she specially wears a cheongsam. Her figure is exquisite and graceful. Among the judges who are over half a century old, she looks like a delicate vase.

The on-site camera is also capturing everyone's dynamics at any time and putting it on the big screen. When the camera falls on Tang Jingci, she is shaking hands with people, and when she raises her hand to comb her hair casually, almost all the students of the Academy of Fine Arts noticed her hand.

There is no filter applied to the lens, let alone any modification. Her fingers are very delicate, even the lines on her knuckles are very light.

Not at all like a craftsman.

"I heard that many people pretend to be artists. In fact, there are gunmen behind the scenes to help. I may not have so much real talent."

"So even if her work is shown today, it might not be her work?"

"Who knows? Anyway, she has a completely different style from those master professors around her, and she doesn't look like the same kind of person."

...

The students below were discussing a lot, and someone had already asked Song Fengwan what work she would exhibit tonight.

"Don't you all know later?" Song Fengwan looked down at the program list, ignoring these people at all.

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After the party started, the discussion on the scene was also quiet. After the first few song and dance programs started, the awards began to be presented one by one. Song Fengwan's special encouragement awards are usually in the front. After all, the first prize and the special prize must be the finale of the show .

When Song Feng took the stage at night, because the stage was closest to the rostrum in front, Second Young Master Jiang cheered the loudest.

The man beside him tried to reduce his sense of existence.

I wish I never knew this mentally handicapped person.

But he was very grateful to Song Fengwan, at least his younger brother was not as foolish as before. He still thought that when Fu Chen and Song Fengwan got married, he must give them a big gift to express his gratitude.

Qiao Xiyan turned his head to look at Second Young Master Jiang who was not far away. The light was so dim that he couldn't see the man's face clearly, he only heard his shouting voice, and frowned slightly.

Are all the little boys this crazy?

He has a boyfriend and still chases him so hard?

In addition to some leaders of the Academy of Fine Arts, the award-giving judges were the award-winning judges. Tang Jingci was among them. All the previous procedures were carried out in an orderly manner. When the second prize was awarded, a girl did not step down with all the students. He was staring at Tang Jingci.

"What's the matter?" Tang Jingci turned her head to look at her.

"Maybe it's because of your father's honor, but I really don't know, what qualifications does Miss Tang have to stand here?" The girl's voice was not too loud, and with the chaos in the audience, only some people around heard her doubts.

Someone immediately wanted to take her down, "What do you have to say later, the party is going on now, there are so many leaders in the audience, go down first." A student came to persuade her.

The girl was very stubborn, so she just stared at her.

The award presentation session was boring. Everyone was lacking in interest, but they didn't expect that there would be side effects. Seeing that there was no movement on the stage for a long time, they also knew that something had happened, and instantly fell silent.

"Is it a guilty conscience to drive me down? Don't touch me."

Tang Jingci smiled instead of anger, "Don't pull her, give her a microphone, you can speak freely if you have any questions."

In fact, most art people have some eccentricities, but they are very noble. For example, Gao Xue's plagiarism before has only heard of the stench, and he has become well-known in the industry.

The girl took the microphone, "There are many people in the school who question Miss Tang's ability and feel that you are not worthy of occupying the jury seat. They even say that you cheated for personal gain and helped Song Fengwan win the award."

The scene was silent for a moment, and Tang Jingci also took over the microphone from one side, "I have heard a little about your doubts, first of all, about my ability, I will prove it to everyone later, and I will invite you Watch it up close."

"Secondly, the theory of favoritism and fraud is completely false. All the paintings we got were passed down to us by the school. There are only paintings and no names of the students. I and all the judges got the same things."

"Although Song Fengwan and I are sisters, I am more influenced by Western schools. Her paintings are inherited from Mr. Qiao, and she is partial to the national style. Later, when the list of awards came out, I knew that the painting belonged to her. You can check me Submitted scoring records."

"My rating for her work is low, on a 10-point scale. I should only score more than 8 points. The rating is too subjective. I like her, but it doesn't mean I like her creative style."

"About what I said, if you don't believe me, you can apply for an inquiry with the academy. There are 5 judges, and the highest score and the lowest score are not removed. The average score may not have my score. Her score can enter the second class."

This is the first time Song Fengwan has heard of this...

Do you dare to feel that you were cheated by your cousin?

Saying that you don't like your own creative style? It's so sad.

He was shot while lying down.

The girl was holding the microphone, her palms were already sweating.

"When this round of awards is over, I will prove to you why I can stand on the judging panel."

Originally, Tang Jingci's works were displayed below, but because of the sudden incident, he switched positions with one of the teachers.

On the huge stage, a four-meter-square piece of rice paper was supported by a flat plate. She selected a few brushes and poured a stack of ink, just like carving, rough knives emerge from the embryo, and fine knives carve.

The big brush stroked the ink, and it seemed that she couldn't see what she had drawn at all. When the small brush was used, the delicate drawing gradually revealed a trace of shape.

A few students around were pressing the corners, and some people followed suit...

The girl was very close, and I saw her standing there without any support, holding the pen, her wrist not shaking at all, except when she was wrapping the ink, she hardly stopped at all.

She tried hard to see her every step clearly, but her movements were so fast that she couldn't see clearly at some places.

In about ten minutes, on the four-meter-square white rice paper, the scene of the Yuhe Tower of the Academy of Fine Arts, which is splashed with ink, appeared in front of everyone, and even the bamboo forest in the corner was vivid.

It is not even clear how she embellished that piece of bamboo.

At this time, on the big screen, a section about the stone carving has been played. It is a picture of Tang Jingci carving a large stone carving, and the picture adopts a fast-forward process.

The ancient mythical beast, from tracing with a pen to carving with a knife, her movements are very neat and clean. Although the picture lasts only five or six minutes, it records all the processes of her drawing and carving in detail.

Afterwards, some works were exhibited, including some familiar jade vase carvings, and some of them even won awards abroad, but almost all of them were signed by pseudonyms.

But Tang Jingci has an award certificate, which cannot be fooled.

It is normal for these creative people to use pseudonyms.

Tang Jingci raised his hand to write his name on the corner of the rice paper, dipped the engraved seal into the red mud, and printed his name on the rice paper, "Father never used his teacher's reputation to publicize himself. , it is the same for me.”

"If you have the ability, go out and break into a world by yourself, instead of fighting for your father."

"I have given the large stone sculpture in the video to your school. You should be able to see it soon. If you still have doubts about my ability, you can always find me."

In fact, Tang Jingci holds a few awards, which is enough to sit in that position, but she slapped some people in the face with her strength tonight.

Especially Josiyan's.

This person actually said that he was handicapped?

Just watching the video, experts can tell that this is definitely something that has been practiced since childhood. Some things can be accomplished overnight with talent, but sculpture is not, without precipitation, it cannot be done in one go.

Qiao Xiyan sat on the stage, rubbing her fingers subconsciously.

The eyes of the two collided, and Tang Jingci gave him a gouging look.

Did you mess with her?

Why is it a little provocative?

At this time, an old professor from the Academy of Fine Arts put his hand on his shoulder, "Xi Yan, your little junior sister may have better skills than yours, at least large stone sculptures, which are rare in China."

"The one that is hidden, the painting is not bad, the standard is not top-notch, but it is also excellent."

"A tiger father has no dog girl, Xiyan, do you have a sense of crisis?"

...

Qiao Xiyan smiled resentfully, could it be that his wife's skills are really better than his own?

My hands are a little itchy.

In the future, if people say that her skills are not as good as hers?

Can you hear me?

The third watch is over, everyone, don't forget to leave a message!

Cousin, let me ask if your face hurts~

Second Young Master Jiang is Wanwan's fanboy, but it's a pity that his elder brother treats him as mentally retarded [cover face]