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However, this person was completely oblivious to Ying Fushan's lack of enthusiasm and brazenly said,
"Shouldn't Master be aware that anyone can participate in this year's event? What does a girl know? She should be at home doing needlework, cooking, and not meddling in things she doesn't understand."
His disdainful tone, the slight raise of his eyebrows in contempt, and the derision towards Ying Fushan for not inheriting his father's legacy all combined to create a rich tapestry of emotions on his face.
With a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow, along with a slightly lifted chin, the expression on Ying Fushan's face, forced into a smile, gradually froze, yet he couldn't just turn hostile.
He had heard that there was someone in Jinru County who was quite talented and had earned the trust of the people at a young age, which was why he had sent an invitation to bring him here. Yet, this was such an arrogant kid.
Seeing is believing; rumors always have some exaggeration.
Suddenly losing the desire to engage with the other party, Ying Fushan hastily said, "Please come inside."
There was no longer any enthusiasm to face others.
As for Ren Qiangsheng? When he turned to walk inside, he couldn't help but feel disdain. What was so impressive about him? How dare he look down on others?
Did he really think that being a standout in a county meant that everyone in Lingjiang Province would defer to him because of his age? It was simply laughable!
Who among those present wasn't a master designer in the industry? Who wasn't his senior? Where was the respect?
Faced with such a scene, Liu Qingxi smiled slightly; there were plenty of proud and arrogant people in this world.
People like Ren Qiangsheng are not uncommon; everyone around him has to revolve around him, and when they meet, they only praise him.
Otherwise, he would feel disrespected and unvalued. What gives him the right? He is neither a parent nor a teacher; it's absurd!
Thinking of Liu Qingxi makes her angry. In her past life, she encountered someone just like him—his tone, demeanor, and actions were all strikingly similar, truly a bizarre character among the peculiar.
She shook her head, signaling the carriage driver not to linger and pretending she hadn't heard.
Upon successfully entering Ying Mansion, she smiled and greeted the two attendants before chatting casually with Ying Fushan: "I'll head in first."
"Go ahead, let the maid show you in."
Considering that this prospective junior sister is a girl, Ying Fushan felt it was somewhat inappropriate to face a group of Masters. However, Elder Ying, being someone so obsessed and passionate, looked past such mundane etiquette.
In his mind, anyone interested in architecture and willing to put in the effort deserves respect.
Thus, he would not give up on such a promising talent simply because Liu Qingxi is female.
Taking a different path than yesterday, today she walked in a different direction at the second intersection.
Following the rows of Azure Trees planted on both sides, she walked straight ahead for about five hundred meters until a large courtyard appeared.
Unlike an ordinary courtyard, there are no rooms here.
To be precise, this is a large Arbor woven from Emerald-colored Bamboo Strips into a spacious structure, with bamboo poles of varying thickness connecting and securing the nodes, and a large canopy resembling a flower basket covering the top.
If it were just that, it wouldn't be particularly remarkable.
What makes it beautiful are the Lanterns evenly spaced above, swaying gently in the breeze like real flowers blooming in circles.
Above the Arbor, lush Virginia Creeper and Grape Vine converge from both sides toward the center, one side adorned with golden-yellow flowers and the other side heavy with clusters of ripe fruit.
Under the Pavilion, there are several rustic tables engraved with Peony Patterns, featuring hollowed-out designs between the table legs and surface, carved with extending branches and leaves.
Surrounding the tables are evenly arranged rattan chairs. In the summer heat, encountering such a cool place instantly refreshes one's spirit, making every pore in the body relax.
If there were such a courtyard, spending summer here to cool off, sitting in a rattan chair with a Travel Journal in hand, leisurely flipping through its pages would be delightful.
Breathing in the faint floral fragrance carried by the gentle breeze and occasionally tasting a fresh, translucent fruit makes life incredibly leisurely.
It would be perfect to have a Hammock or a modern Hanging Chair nearby.
Next to the Hanging Chair is a Tea Table with two cups of freshly brewed Clear Tea. If every day could be like this, it would be a lifelong pursuit.
That would be true living.
Unknowingly, Liu Qingxi imagined such a scene in her mind, even thinking about giving Elder Ying a suggestion that it would be good for the old man to come here and breathe some fresh air.
Just as she was lost in thought, someone approached her to chat. It was an elderly man in his fifties: "Young lady, who invited you here?"
With a smile on his face, his eyes squinted into slits as he smiled, looking very much like the Big Bad Wolf who had lured away Little Red Riding Hood.
This person was none other than Uncle Li, who had just been joking with Ying Fushan. Although his status was not as high as Elder Ying's, he was also a prominent figure in the industry and had a very good relationship with Elder Ying.
He often wore a smile, but only those familiar with him knew that he was an old fox.
Liu Qingxi took a small step back and respectfully replied, "Hello, senior. Elder Ying invited me here."
"What is your name? Where do you live? How old are you? Are you married? Do you have..."
Liu Qingxi interrupted, "Are you taking a census?"
If an ordinary girl were asked such questions by an old man like this, she would surely feel embarrassed and never want to go out again.
But Liu Qingxi was not an ordinary girl; she remained poised and confident throughout the conversation. Her composed demeanor greatly pleased Old Li.
He felt increasingly satisfied. After all, since Elder Ying had called her here, she must be someone exceptional. With such grace, it was truly like a master admiring their disciple—more and more satisfying to behold.
However, at that moment, someone who lacked tact rolled their eyes and stepped forward: "Old Li, don't be fooled. What does a girl know? She should hurry back to do some needlework instead of meddling in things!"
The harsh voice, as grating as a duck's quack, came from Ren Qiangsheng.
Seeing Old Li so fond of Liu Qingxi while ignoring him completely ignited a fire of jealousy within him, which quickly spread, causing him to step forward uncontrollably.
His sour words made others furrow their brows.
Old Li seemed not to hear him at all, continuing to chatter away with Liu Qingxi without even glancing in his direction.
Ren Qiangsheng directly pushed him aside, his face alternating between red and pale, before suddenly haughtily tossing his sleeves and leaving.
Meanwhile, Old Li was promoting himself like an old stubborn man, eager to adorn himself with flowers and tie a bow, almost ready to deliver himself to her door.
"Girl, do you have a master? How about learning from me? I'm really impressive!"
Liu Qingxi wiped the cold sweat from her brow.
Could he please not act this way? Her heart couldn't take it.
At that moment, a loud voice rang out: "Old Li, you actually came here to steal my apprentice!"
Following the voice was an elderly man in his sixties, dressed in a black embroidered gold-buttoned jacket with a sleeveless long robe over it, and wearing exquisite black cloth shoes with layered soles as he walked slowly towards them.
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