"My little sister is of poor quality and cannot deserve such praise from Prince Xuan. Besides, my little sister has already made a promise and is here with my mother this time." Although You Yuecheng was displeased, he still said with a smile.
"Oh, the engagement has been promised! What a pity, I wonder if I can cancel the engagement?" Feng Juoran not only did not withdraw his squinting eyes because someone else was getting married, but instead smiled lightly and asked You Yuecheng casually with a slight tilt of his head.
You Yuecheng's expression suddenly changed, and he hesitated and couldn't speak: "This..."
"Eighth brother, the daughter of the boudoir, has the most prestigious reputation. The lady from the Duke of Ming Dynasty is a famous and talented woman in the capital, with an even better reputation. You must not ruin someone's Qing Dynasty by joking." Feng Juexuan smiled at the side and helped You Yuecheng. He said, in one sentence, he treated what Feng Jueran said about You Yue'e just now as a joke, which invisibly covered up the turmoil caused by Feng Jue'e because of You Yue'e.
You Yuecheng breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Feng Juexuan gratefully.
"Miss You actually has some famous talented and beauties in the capital. My eldest brother actually knows about this. My younger brother just came back not long ago. I really didn't know that there are many other sayings here. I thought that all the ladies are the same. They all have deep boudoirs. I know people well, so when I saw Miss You for the first time, I was deeply impressed! It turns out that this person is well known!"
Feng Jueran was not annoyed because Feng Juexuan started talking about him in the middle of the conversation. Instead, he smiled and leaned towards Feng Juexuan, as if he wanted to find someone who was in the same way. He also deliberately lowered his voice and asked: " Big brother, tell me, besides Miss You, who are the other beauties who are famous in the capital, and who is the most beautiful?"
Although the words were spoken softly, they were enough for Feng Juelei, You Yuecheng and the first few young men from aristocratic families to hear clearly.
You Yuecheng's face suddenly turned red. Feng Juexuan's smile froze. He could no longer swing the folding fan in his hand as freely as before. After a pause, he lowered his voice and said sternly to Feng Jueran: "Eight Brother, today’s palace banquet, our father has entrusted us three brothers, it is really disrespectful to talk about ladies at this banquet.”
Especially the way he talks and the way he looks, there is no respect at all. Instead, he seems to be talking about some brothel girls. They are frivolous and promiscuous. What does it mean to be known to all? This means that these famous ladies have been showing off in the outside world and have long lost their understanding of the rules of boudoir. Things, especially You Yue'e, how could this not make You Yuecheng's face turn red with embarrassment
After listening to Feng Juexuan's solemn words, Feng Juoran's pair of starry eyes were even brighter in the night. He turned his handsome eyes, poured a glass of wine for Feng Juexuan, handed it to him obsequiously, and winked at him. He looked like everyone knew everything and whispered: "Brother, don't worry, the younger brother won't say anything this time. The younger brother will go to the older brother later, and the elder brother will help the younger brother explain in detail about this first beauty."
Feng Juexuan's face suddenly looked ugly, and Feng Juelei's face on the other side looked even more ugly. There were faint veins popping out on his forehead. Although his eyes were looking straight ahead with a smile, the cup in his hand was tightly pressed.
Who is the most legendary beauty in the capital? Of course, it is Ling Fengyan from Duke Dingguo's palace. She is his default candidate for the concubine. The two grew up together and have been in love for a long time. Moreover, the queen has also expressed her intention. However, as long as he ascends to the throne of Dabao, the Ling family will definitely send him a candidate for the queen, who else but Ling Fengyan, so he has long regarded Ling Fengyan as his own woman.
But that day, he heard from his subordinates that Feng Juexuan actually took Ling Fengyan to go to the lantern festival at night. Later, the two of them entered the private room of Xiangmanlou alone. How could Feng Juelei endure this? After walking around the house twice, he angrily led people up to the Xiangman Building.
Fortunately, his sanity still existed, and he was still laughing and talking calmly when the door of Xiangmanlou's box was opened. Fortunately, it was just sitting and talking inside, and there was no dirty scene as imagined. Later, the three of them were laughing together again. Leaving Xiangmanlou and then going back to their respective homes is not considered too out of the way.
However, this is how the needle was inserted!
Now that I heard that Feng Juexuan actually wanted to talk about Ling Fengyan in private to the dissolute and romantic Feng Juoran, I felt a wave of anger rushing to my head, ready to explode.
Feng Juelei was not the only one who was going to explode. Feng Juexuan's forehead jumped a few times, and the anger in his eyes flashed past, and then quickly turned into the warm spring breeze. He took the wine glass in Feng Juoran's hand and said coolly. He took a sip and put it down, and poured a glass of wine for Feng Jueran. He chuckled and persuaded: "Eighth brother, a few days ago, my father was still angry about you raising so many singing girls and dancers in the house. Today I see For the sake of the whole country celebrating and for letting you out, we can’t make my father angry anymore, it’s better for this woman to have less menstruation along the way.”
With his handsome appearance, his sincere smile like a spring breeze, he even sighed and patted Feng Juoran on the shoulder. He looked like a good brother admonishing his romantic younger brother.
"Eighth brother, what the eldest brother said is that you must not say such things again when you see your father. Your idea tonight is good, and your father plans to reward you. I heard that my father used the most beautiful lantern. Made of nine hundred and ninety-nine pearls, let's see who gets it." Feng Juelei also calmed down at this time, and took over Feng Juexuan's topic with a smile.
"Thank you two brothers for your teachings. I will definitely not talk much for a while. No matter what, I have to ask my father to give me the most beautiful lamp. Big brother, third brother can't snatch it from me for a while. I'm still waiting. This lantern is of urgent use." Feng Jueran squinted his beautiful eyes and glanced past a chamberlain who hurried in.
"Okay, eighth brother is useful, so of course eldest brother won't steal it from you."
"Do you need Third Brother to help you?"
No one can lag behind if they can exchange this kind of plaything for Feng Jueran's favor.
Speaking of the lantern pool in tonight's lantern festival, it was made of tens of thousands of lanterns of different shapes. For a while, everyone below had a topic. They talked about those beautiful and gorgeous lanterns in twos and threes. They were different from the spontaneous formation among the people. , these lanterns are all made with originality by the palace people, and they are all different, adding a bit of wealth and glory.
The opposite party was about to prepare a performance at this time. Due to the large number of people, it was actually not possible for everyone to perform. The queen ordered a few ladies. Some of these ladies performed piano skills, some dance skills, and some poems and songs. Some of the ladies' poems were also passed over for them to judge.
For fun, Feng Juexuan also asked the young masters from the aristocratic families on the right island to each write a poem, and sent it to the ladies on the left island for them to comment on. For a while, the maids came and went in close proximity, and from time to time they were seen holding a stack of vegetarian dishes. The maids of paper passed by each other in a lively manner.
The method of evaluation is also simple. The gentlemen's poems are sealed and passed in the hands of each lady. If they think they are good, they put a tick. In the end, the one with the most red ticks under the poem wins. The ladies' poems Take it over and treat it the same way. I don’t know who wrote it, but to see whether the poem is outstanding or not, it is not the usual practice of only letting people in the main position criticize, which seems much more fair.
Because of the excitement, the queen simply let the young lady who was performing continue, while the other young ladies prepared their own poets and sent them all to the right island, so as to avoid the awkwardness of someone not performing and someone else performing.
Mo Xuemin felt awkward, and very awkward. She pinched the handkerchief in her hand and could hardly keep the gentle smile on her face. She had always thought that she was both talented and beautiful, and could be regarded as one of the famous ladies in the capital, but in fact today the Queen turned out to be He didn't point her out, which made her so depressed that her smile froze.
Almost all the ladies from famous families who were standing with her just now were selected, but she was not selected. She was depressed when she suddenly heard the Queen's proposal to ask all the ladies who were not selected to write poems or lyrics together and send them to the right island for the young master of the family. They commented, and Mo Xuemin's eyes lit up instantly.
Without any hesitation, I immediately wrote a poem and mixed it in a pile of poems.
"Sister, what did you write? Can you let me see it?" Mo Xuetong sat next to Mo Xuetong, smiling slightly. Her eyes fell on the poem page that Mo Xuemin had not yet closed. Her beautiful eyes with a charming smile were deep and deep, and she breathed In the middle, infinite hatred and anger surged up. The fingers at the bottom of his sleeves pinched sharply into his hands, and his expression immediately turned cold.
"The Luo skirt is embroidered with double butterflies, but the vermilion powder is not deep and even. People with colorful sleeves are independent, and Wei Yuyan returns."
How could she not recognize this poem? There is only one word missing. It is exactly the same as what Sima Lingyun wrote for herself when she first met her in her previous life. She said that although her face was ruined, she was still the most beautiful in his eyes. That woman was wearing a double-butterfly skirt. Because she had just become a filial piety, Xu’s mother made sure to put on brighter clothes. She was laughed at by Mo Xueqiong for this. Ugly people often do mischief, and she was almost killed. She pushed into the lotus pond on one side.
It was at that time that Sima Lingyun walked into her heart, and she still remembered that he came over in a graceful manner, helped her fall to the ground after being pushed by Mo Xueqiong, took her to a pavilion to rest, and praised herself in such an affectionate tone. She wrote such a poem on the spot, and it was because of this that she, who was helpless at the time, fell in love with him at first sight. Then, under the provocation of Aunt Fang, she gritted her teeth and decided to marry him, even with her maternal grandfather's family and her father. Turn against each other.
Now that she saw this poem in Mo Xuemin's hand, what didn't she understand
In her previous life, she accidentally learned that the poem recorded in Sima Lingyun's personal collection of poems was not written by him, but was plucked from someone else's work, and it was several years ago. Later, Sima Lingyun took it and blamed it on herself. , also with the consent of others, just to show off the face of the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion, so no one knew about it.
However, I don’t know what Sima Lingyun would do if he knew that his poem was stolen by Mo Xuemin.
Moreover, this person is still at the banquet today.
At this moment, the smile regained its splendid appearance, like a flower that had just opened in spring, so dazzling that Mo Xuemin, who had just turned her head, could not look away.
"There's nothing good, so I just thought about it and wrote it down." Mo Xuemin smiled modestly. Looking at the ladies around her who were still thinking hard, the smile on her face couldn't help but become proud, and she quickly As far as she was concerned, she already had the upper hand, not to mention that she felt that this poem was the most appropriate for the situation and scene, with colorful sleeves and butterfly skirt, and the beauty was as beautiful as jade.
There must be many ladies who will agree with this poem of mine.
She covered the poem paper with her hand, just blocking Mo Xuetong's eyes. She folded the poem paper with the other hand and handed it to the palace maid standing guard. Then she went to the side and washed her hands carefully. At this time, most of the The ladies all finished the poems in their hands, and Mo Xuetong also came over to wash her hands and sit down again. (To be continued)
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