845: C845 I Told You to Tell Me

C845 I Told You to Tell Me

"What do you mean?"

"Literally. Miss Jiang, I'm different from you. Although I'm also a proud and arrogant person, I still like to give people some face when I receive them."

The others were unhappy. "Sigh, why did you say half of what you said? You're simply too annoying."

"That's right. Why don't you tell us where we pretend to know nothing? If you have the ability, just say it. Don't play tricks here."

Tang Qingge was silent for a long time.

The group of people sneered, "What? Are you afraid?"

"No."

" Since it's not, then say it. Don't stutter. "

Tang Qingge looked at Zhen Lan and shrugged her shoulders, "Mrs. Bo did not let me speak."

"Mrs. Bo you let her speak!"

"Yes, let her speak. Let's see if she can say a flower."

Zhen Lan gritted her teeth. "I'll let you say it. That should be enough, right?"

Tang Qingge was a little hesitant.

Zhen Lan was so angry that she snorted coldly, "If I told you to say it, then say it. You talk so much nonsense."

"Mrs. Bo, this is what you said. If anything happens..."

This was the first time Zhen Lan felt that Tang Qingge was speaking nonsense, "Yes, I said it! No matter what the consequences are, I will not pursue it with you! You can say it now!"

" Alright. "

Sigh...

Alright.

Tang Qingge picked up the white flowers from the rubbish bin and looked at Jiaang Jie's completed illustration a few times. Then, she suddenly raised her hand and pulled out the dazzling peony that she had inserted into the vase!

Jiaang Jie's eyes carried a bit of coldness. She immediately clenched her wrist and stopped her, "What are you doing!"

Tang Qingge pursed her lips, "Actually, during the year when Master William shocked the world and won the award, he did not use a bright peony. It was not a rose either. It was just a white flower the size of a thumb. Actually, the information that Master William wanted to convey was very simple. The simplest and the purest were the messages that Master William wanted to convey. "

He looked at the people around him who clearly did not understand and pretended to know and nod their heads.

Tang Qingge could not hold it in and suddenly laughed. Jiaang Jie's face was ugly, "What are you laughing at?"

"I am laughing. You all have not really attended flower insertion lessons, right? Otherwise, how could you not understand the ancient, generous, and elegant material that a vase should be made of?"

Everyone was stunned.

Today, they knew that Zhen Lan was going to run the tea party, so they all brought the most beautiful and expensive vase from their home. Who could bring a grey and dusty vase?

Jiaang Jie was stunned.

Tang Qingge spread her hands, "So I feel that pretending to know is worse than not knowing is worse."

The taboo of flower arrangement was that it was forbidden to choose a vase that was more beautiful than a flower. However, none of their thoughts were on flower planting. They just wanted to take the opportunity to get on Zhen Lan's line to inquire about Bo Qichen. Who would really put their attention on flower insertion?

That was why they actually did not know how to plant flowers.0

Jiaang Jie said that if she did not know how to plant flowers, it meant that she did not respect the etiquette passed down from the European palace. She was not qualified to appear in the tea party. She could be proud and complacent, but she killed everyone with a single blow.

The faces of all the noble ladies and young ladies present immediately became extremely ugly, because they had also reacted!

After Tang Qingge said that, she added another sentence, "Hey, this is not what I said. It is what Miss Jiang means. Miss Jiang said that if you do not know the etiquette of planting flowers, you are not qualified to stay here."

This had nothing to do with her. It wasn't like she said that.

The group of noble ladies immediately went against Jiaang Jie.

"Miss Jiang, what do you mean by that? You mean that we are not qualified to appear in the tea party organized by Mrs. Bo? Is that what you mean?"

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