Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 171 - 172: Became Her Performance Match 1

Chapter 171: Chapter 172: Became Her Performance Match 1

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“What does Master want us to compete in?”

“In what they think they’re best at.”

Xu Yanru’s eyes crinkled with laughter: “For example, Wei Ziming and Xu Ruoxuan’s calligraphy, Wang Yehan’s swordsmanship, Li Yunxiu’s calculations,

Wu Zimeng’s music, Liu Xiuming’s painting, Li Haoming’s chess, Wang

Haoxuan and Gu Changqing’s poetry.”

Su Qingluo felt a headache coming on.

Master Xu had really planned this thoroughly!

Was she really so sure she would win?

Although her opponents were just children who hadn’t fully grown up yet, she wasn’t an expert in every field either.

Not to mention painting, which seemed almost impossible for her.

As a reincarnation of the God of War, she was decent with medicine and music, but she was utterly clueless about painting.

Unless she cheated by using Spiritual Power to make imprints and imagined the shapes of flowers, birds, insects, and fish in her mind, then conjured them up on paper with her magic spells, enough to deceive others.

However, using such advanced magic just to beat a child seemed like a bit of a waste.

“Little Qingluo, are you having trouble with this?”

Xu Yanru noticed Su Qingluo’s deep in thought expression, her brows furrowed with worry, and her eyes filled with concern.

With a helpless smile, Su Qingluo said, “Master Xu, could we reduce the number of challenges, and just pick three or four to compete on?”

“Sure, what do you want to compete in?”

Xu Yanru originally intended this, simply stating the specialties of the ten children to gauge Su Qingluo’s abilities.

The young girl in front of her was extraordinary, hiding many secrets; Xu

Yanru wanted to know her true depth, so she had to resort to this strategy.

“Swordsmanship, calligraphy, and music.”

Su Qingluo was frank: “These are the three things I’m best at.”

Xu Yanru nodded, “Alright, let’s compete in these three fields. I’ll make the arrangements.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Su Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate.

Luckily, Master Xu wasn’t stubborn and didn’t force her into a difficult situation, otherwise she would have to resort to using her magic spells and grit her teeth to deal with the competition.

The next three challenges were arranged for the afternoon. During the lunch break, Master Xu specifically sent someone to inform Su Qingluo that a special quiver had been prepared for her.

She was allowed to pick a horse she liked from the Imperial Guard stable, so she could practice archery later.

Su Qingluo was naturally overjoyed. After coaxing the Little Prince to take a nap, she went with Wang Meng to the stable and chose a tall, strong warhorse as her mount.

Wang Meng also had his eyes on a warhorse, but unfortunately, he wasn’t one of the Little Prince’s companion readers. He could find some fun in the Martial Arts Arena and compete in strength with others, but he wasn’t eligible to pick a warhorse.

Su Qingluo comforted him with a smile, saying that Black Wind was a natural-born warhorse, with a speed and endurance that was no worse than any other warhorse.

When he eventually rode Black Wind to show off in front of everyone, the sensation it would cause would be no less impressive than lifting a heavy cauldron with one hand today.

Thinking of Black Wind, Wang Meng was instantly mentally balanced and secretly thought that he must ride Black Wind to the courtyard someday.

He wanted those arrogant, condescending noble children to see the purebred horse that his master had raised by grinding thousand-year-old medicinal plants into powder, mixing them in with the horse’s feed, and carefully nurturing it.

After lunch, the Little Prince woke up, and Su Qingluo held his hand as they walked from Stellar Pavilion to the Amethyst Pavilion to continue their lessons.

The three challenges arranged by Xu Yanru were swordsmanship, calligraphy, and music, in that order.

Su Qingluo won with ease. The three competitions, like the morning’s archery contest, were almost like her personal exhibition matches.

With a bamboo stick in place of a sword, she knocked Wang Yehan’s longsword away in three moves.

Her smooth, powerful Orchid Pavilion Preface calligraphy left everyone present stunned.

And when she played the bamboo flute, white birds circled around the rafters, leaving the onlookers amazed, listening intently, and savoring the experience endlessly..

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