"What a good article, let me read it too." Feng Juelei, who was sitting on the other side of Feng Juexuan, originally liked these things. At this time, he was also intrigued by the beautiful words they spoke, and he stretched out his hand to ask the person sitting on the side. Mr. Qin wants it.
The Qin Master was having a headache at this time. He was holding the poem paper in his hand, and he couldn't read it. He didn't read it either. He thought about what he wanted to say later, and he was in a dilemma. When he saw the Prince of Yan wanted to read it, he immediately stood up and paid respect. It was given to Feng Juelei.
Feng Juelei didn't have so many scruples. He took it and read it gently, "Double butterflies embroider the skirt, the vermilion powder is not deep and even. People with colorful sleeves are independent, and Wei Yuyan returns." After reading, he put down the poem note and his eyes lit up slightly. Lu smiled and said, "That's right. The boudoir is lonely. The ladies are waiting for Yan to return. They are independent in the rain. The vermilion pink is clear and the colorful sleeves are catching the wind. It is not unbeautiful. Both the eighth brother and You Shizi are right."
It was originally just an ordinary woman's purdah poem, but when he explained it like this, it really made people feel flirtatious for no reason. Many people couldn't help but smile knowingly on their faces. What kind of girl is this? She has no boudoir training, so she actually Write such a rich and flashy poem.
"Third brother also said it was good. I think so too. I have never seen such a colorful poem in Hong Xiuzhao before. This one can definitely compete for the top spot. I didn't know that the young lady who wrote this poem was so good. Yanli, third brother, please help me take a look, is there any mark? Only a beautiful person can truly write such a poem." Feng Juoran smiled and waved his hand to You Yuecheng, indicating that he didn't care, and then became very interested. smiled at Feng Juelei.
He compared a poem written by a harem woman to the kind of erotic poem written by a brothel prostitute in Red Sleeves, and also said that she could compete for the top spot. A poem that was originally considered a good work was praised by him like this. She still had the solemnity of a rich lady, and according to his wishes, she wanted to meet this beauty for a while. This made not only Mr. Qin but also Feng Juelei feel embarrassed.
We are all sons of aristocratic families and royal aristocrats, how could we tarnish the reputation of a young lady for nothing? Feng Juelei was just joking at first, but at this time he also felt a little uncomfortable, and casually threw the poem in his hand to the chamberlain standing aside and signaled. He passed on.
In front of all the princes of the court, he must not let his brother lose face. Feng Juoran has lost face to the entire royal family like this. How can his face be so bright? The chamberlain who is following him is also smart. , hurriedly bowed and took two steps back, then turned and walked towards the lower part of the table. That side was far away from Feng Juoran and would not attract his attention.
"Eighth brother, I heard that you have built another Mingyue Pavilion in your mansion in the past few days. It is faintly opposite to your Jinwei Pavilion. It has rockeries, flowing water, small bridges and lotus ponds, and some rare two-color plum blossoms. Why, could it be that You don't want to live in Jinwei Pavilion and want to move?" Feng Juelei smiled slightly, raised his hand to pick up a cup of tea from the table, and asked with a smile.
Everyone knew that His Highness Prince Xuan moved into Jinwei Pavilion on a whim. Unexpectedly, this person was banned by the emperor. Within two days, he was toiling in the house again. He was indeed a dandy among dandies.
Seeing that the house in his mansion was mentioned, Feng Juoran's handsome eyes twitched evilly, and he seemed to be interested. He forgot about the poem note for a moment, and leaned against the chair rail behind him, "The third brother said The Mingyue Pavilion has not been completed yet. I would like to live in it. Third brother, there are still too few plum blossoms in my place. Why don't you help me tell my father about the plum blossoms in Prince Jin's old residence and let me get some more ones? come out?"
Although more than thirty years have passed since King Jin seized the throne, some big families still know the taboos of Emperor Zongwen. How dare they mention these things? How can they talk about King Jin's old residence as unscrupulously as His Highness Prince Xuan? , for so many years, although everyone knew that this was the former residence of King Jin, no one dared to offend the emperor, and it was unclear how to talk about it.
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This one really dares to say it! Everyone shook their heads in their hearts, with no expression on their faces. While talking in twos and threes, they all listened calmly to what the two royal brothers were saying.
"Eighth brother is joking, how dare third brother mention that matter without letting his father scold him? Forget it, if eighth brother really likes plum blossoms, third brother also has a few precious books of double-color plum blossoms, so I will give them to eighth brother." Brother, how are you?" Feng Juelei glanced at Feng Jueran, took a sip of wine and smiled.
"Then thank you so much, Third Brother. After I build Mingyue Pavilion in the future, I can watch the bright moon and the clear wind inside. I will definitely invite Third Brother to come and enjoy the banquet. We will invite beauties to dance with us. It will be a wonderful time." Big brother, that's something elegant, right?" Feng Juoran's eyes lit up and he said with a smile.
Invite a beauty to dance with you? As you can tell, in front of so many people, you still have to take care of the dignity of the royal family. This cabinet tune is really awe-inspiring...
"Let's talk about it then. If there is a chance, I will definitely come to the eighth brother's house to disturb him." Feng Juexuan was the first to say haha.
"Yes, I'll come with my elder brother when I have the chance." Feng Juelei didn't have any trouble on his face. Although it was Hu Yan, he easily pulled Feng Juexuan in. Everyone knew that both of them had business matters and would never do it. Just like Feng Jueran.
While the princes were chatting, the poems and notes written by the daughters of the ladies had been packed up. A servant put all the poems in a brocade box and sent them to Zuodao.
Mo Xuetong really didn't know many people, unlike Mo Xuemin who talked to the people around her from time to time, so she just sat quietly and looked at Mo who was surrounded by everyone and showed a gentle and generous smile. Xue Min is quite proud of being the center of a banquet. By this time, the banquet was almost over, and the ladies who were performing had also retired. The ladies gathered together in small groups, whispering to themselves, and laughing from time to time.
Because Mo Xuetong knew few people, he was left alone to enjoy the scenery. Among the lakes and mountains, the two islands were surrounded by each other, as if they were holding hands.
A palace maid came over to pour tea. When she took the tea, something suddenly moved in her hand. Mo Xuetong looked up in shock and saw the palace maid winking at her and gesturing for her to follow her out.
Looking around, everyone was busy chatting in a small group. Because she was in the corner, she was very inconspicuous. She put down the teacup, stood up calmly, and followed the palace maid to the side, behind her, Mo Xuemin was talking to a young lady. She raised her eyes slightly and caught a hint of color on the corner of Mo Xuetong's clothes. A touch of pride and sinisterness appeared on her lips, but then it turned into gentleness and gentleness, and she continued to joke with the lady next to her.
"Which palace are you from? What's wrong?" Mo Xuetong followed the palace maid to a quiet place around the corner, stopped and asked.
The palace maid who was walking in front immediately turned around, bowed and said, "Miss Mo San, is this it? A young master asked me to send this to you." After saying that, she handed over a note.
Mo Xuetong took the note, glanced at it casually, and found that there were only a few words written on it: See you at Qingfang Pavilion in the Garden! I have something important to tell you about the cause of your mother's death. There was no signature below, and Mo Xuetong's hand involuntarily tightened the note in his hand because of the important matter of her mother's death.
"Miss, the young master hurriedly said this and left. He said that if the young lady has any questions, he will know them in a moment. When the time comes, the servant will come and take the young lady there." The palace maid saw her expression became cold and did not wait for her. When asked, he answered intelligently.
"Which family does that young master belong to?" Mo Xuetong asked even though she knew it was useless to ask.
Sure enough, the palace maid hesitated for a moment and said respectfully: "I really don't know which family the prince is, so I can't tell Miss Mo San even if I want to. I hope the third lady can forgive me. I don't know what the prince said in the note." , if the young lady really doesn’t want to go see him, I can just go back to the young master, okay?”
"No need, thank you sister for telling me." Mo Xuetong thought for a moment, with a faint smile on his face, he pulled out a hairpin with rubies from his head and gave it to the palace maid, saying gratefully.
"Thank you, miss. How can I take the miss's jewelry if I have no merit and no salary?" Looking at such a beautiful golden hairpin, the palace maid hesitated for a moment, but resisted the temptation and said.
"Why are you so polite, sister? I have to thank you for helping me so much this time." Mo Xuetong took her hand with a smile and put the hairpin in her hand affectionately.
"Thank you very much, Miss Third. Miss Third, please come back to the shore after the banquet. Don't leave yet. I will come and take Miss Third there." The palace maid pushed her away twice, but when she couldn't push her away, she hurriedly accepted it with a smile, and then deliberately Guan Zhao said, and after speaking, he apologized to Mo Xuetong and turned around to leave.
This palace maid is not an ordinary palace maid. You can tell by the way she calmly blocked her questions. Which palace she belongs to has not answered yet. She said she didn't know the truth of the note and said she wanted to Take yourself there, the cause of mother's death? Mo Xuetong's heart ached, and then she smiled coldly, someone actually used this to tempt her, that is, talking about her mother's affairs and her own affairs. Others had been watching, and they also knew that she had doubts about the cause of mother's death.
Such people can only be from Mo Mansion!
He is from the Mo family, and he is also related to my mother’s death, but he also has something to do with the palace...
It seems that Mo Mansion is really not that complicated...
I don’t know how this palace maid found myself among so many ladies. It was only the last time I entered the palace. She had been in Yuncheng before and didn’t see many outsiders. So how could she recognize herself at a glance and think of that palace maid? When I came in, I used my eyes to look left and right, but when I saw Mo Xuemin, my eyes lit up, and then they fell on me sitting alone diagonally behind her, and I had some thoughts in my heart.
No wonder Mo Xuemin was so good at dancing tonight that she attracted all the ladies and ladies around her, leaving her to sit alone and ignored. On weekdays, Mo Xuemin was gentle and generous, but she could never be that kind. Clearly putting herself aside, not caring about the reputation of sisterly love.
The watery eyes glanced at Mo Xuemin who was standing not far away, her eyes were cold!
It turns out there is something about Mo Xuemin here again!
When we returned to the banquet, the banquet was about to end, and the queen was announcing the final winner of the poem. What the queen and others did not expect was that the winner turned out to be Mo Xuemin, whose poem was marked by the approval hook. The entire paper is almost filled up, which shows how satisfied the prince is.
As a result, Mo Xuemin was brought to the queen by the palace maid. (To be continued)