There are seventeen or eight rich young ladies here. Such a group of pretty girls is really eye-catching. They gather together in small groups and say this, as if they are waiting for something.
Wu Jinghua and his party came over and immediately attracted the attention of these people. The girls greeted each other: "Miss Wu Er, didn't you say you were playing games? I see that almost all the ladies are here. What are we playing? .”
Wu Jinghua smiled and said, "Don't worry, aren't we calling a few more people?"
There was a girl on the grass over there. She had met Wu Sheyue before. When she saw Wu Sheyue, she immediately greeted her: "Miss Wu San, you are here too."
Her words surprised many people. At this time, everyone noticed Wu Sheyue, who was walking behind and dressed in aqua blue. The fire that has spread outside recently is also spreading crazy in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Seeing Wu Sheyue's appearance, these ladies all began to whisper.
"Really? Is this Miss Wu?!"
"The birthmark has been removed and she is so beautiful. Could it really be her..."
"I heard that she has recovered from her stupid illness..."
"Oh, I heard it's not a disease at all, it's a conspiracy!"
These people were whispering and pointing without hesitation, but Wu Sheyue, who was being watched by the crowd, did not have stage fright.
She walked over generously, sat down next to the woman who greeted her, and said, "Yes, the second sister said that there is a shortage of people here to play games, but I didn't expect that there are already a lot of people."
The girls still couldn't help but stare at her, suspicious and curious.
Wu Jinghua was afraid that she wouldn't play, so he quickly said: "It's more lively when there are more people. Anyway, it's still some time before the dinner, so it will be boring if we don't play something."
Wu Jinghua's words drew everyone's attention back. Wu Sheyue sat below and sneered, but no one heard the noise around her. She must play, but it’s not okay if she is not allowed to play.
Ning'er originally wanted to persuade Wu Sheyue, but then she thought about the current third lady, and she didn't need to persuade her at all.
Zhao Moer, who had been supporting Wu Jinghua, suggested: "How about playing hut? What do you think?"
Others joked: "Oh, Miss Zhao, you are the best at throwing pot."
"Yeah, you never hit the target without a hit."
Zhao Moer chuckled, "It's not just this one, you can let me include throwing pots."
Wu Jinghua immediately asked the boy who was pouring water to go over and find the pot and chopsticks, and then said: "We still have to wait until we can get the pot. Anyway, waiting is waiting. Let's do something else. Well, how about splitting the characters? Or is it right? Poetry, right? Anyway, it won’t be too much trouble if you just open your mouth.”
Most of these ladies in the boudoir also studied literature, especially the women from wealthy families, who were very confident in their literary talents. Of course, they all agreed, and there was a roar of approval.
"This is great!"
"Those who don't deserve it will be fined with fruit wine. Let's see who gets fined more."
"That's fine!"
Wu Jinghua couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at Wu Sheyue. She asked someone to bring the paper and pen that had been prepared and said: "Come on, each of us writes a word, and then we will draw lots. Whatever word we catch, we will draw lots." A poem must have this word in it. How about it?"
This was not very difficult. Everyone responded and wrote the words, folded them and let Qing Xing next to Wu Jinghua keep them. The servant girl gave each person another cup, poured maroon wine, and that was it.
Qing Xing placed a pile of paper balls on the table, then Wu Jinghua went over and stirred them up with his hands. "That's it, just watch and grab it."
Next, the ladies went over one by one in order of distance, took the slips of paper, unfolded them to show everyone the words on them, and then started reciting poems and composing poems.
Although Wu Sheyue is not particularly knowledgeable about poetry, her only academic qualifications have allowed her to participate, and she has also heard many ridiculous poems.
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Everyone was having fun, and soon five or six girls went to draw notes and compose poems. Although some people's poems are too ordinary, no one has been fined with alcohol for the time being.
Wu Jinghua sat aside, and every time someone came over to take a note, she would peek at Wu Sheyue. However, every time she saw Wu Sheyue squinting her eyes and looking at the sky, looking leisurely and leisurely.
Wu Jinghua secretly hated him, let's see how long you can stay leisurely. You haven't learned poetry in more than ten years, so you're just waiting to make a fool of yourself!
When the seventh lady went to get the note, she heard another man's voice in the distance, mixed with the sound of footsteps approaching.
After hearing this, all the ladies looked over one after another, and saw several young men coming along the path over there. They must have been passing by in a group.
The young lady who had just taken the note but had not yet composed a poem suddenly blushed. She stood in the open space and whispered "Oh!"
The people on the other side were seven or eight young men. They should all be the sons of officials who came to attend the banquet. Each one of them was dressed in rich clothes. In particular, the two leaders are very handsome and eye-catching.
One of them is elegant in a green shirt, and the other is as elegant as a fairy in a white robe. Regardless of whether the other young masters are good-looking or not, just looking at these two people is enough to make many ladies present feel excited.
Wu Jinghua looked at it and suddenly blushed at a loss.
Wu Sheyue also stared at the man in white clothes among the crowd. She felt a little strange in her heart. She felt that this man looked familiar, but she couldn't remember when she had seen him.
When the man in green shirt at the head saw many girls playing around here, he tapped his head with a fan, winked and smiled and said: "Oh~ I'm sorry, the next few people are just passing by here and disturbing the pleasure of all the girls."
Wu Jinghua could also be considered a landlord. She quickly stood up and rushed to say: "Prince Han, you are so polite. We are just playing games. If you don't mind, you can also sit down and chat together."
Her voice was soft and delicate, and her eyes were charming. She was completely different from her usual straightforward demeanor.
In ancient times, it was considered very bold to openly invite a man to sit with you. Prince Han said to the man in white next to him, "Isn't this too presumptuous? Yu Jing, what do you think?"
When Wu Jinghua heard this, he timidly looked at the man in white, extremely nervous.
However, the man in white, named Yu Jing, ignored Han Yi and suddenly turned to look at Wu Sheyue. In an instant, their eyes collided.
He just stared into Wu Sheyue's eyes, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and chuckled: "I'm tired after walking for so long. Can you guys please just take a look and have a drink by the way?"
When she heard his voice, Wu Sheyue's heart suddenly shook. Looking into each other's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, like falling stars, Wu Sheyue suddenly remembered it! She sat up almost immediately. (To be continued)