The Lord is one of them.
Seeing that Yu Linglong was silent, Princess Xinlin became even more proud. She stood up abruptly and said arrogantly: "Since Miss Yu Si is not rare, then I will make a fortune. Do you dare to compete with me for poetry?"
Looking at Princess Xinlin's swollen little face, Yu Linglong finally couldn't help laughing.
Dou poetry
Did this little girl think of herself as some kind of extraordinary person, and she even opened her mouth to fight about some poems? Toys for three year olds! It's ridiculously childish!
Seeing Yu Linglong's contemptuous smile, Princess Xinlin couldn't hold back her temper, snatched the wolf hair from the hand of a lady who was writing beside her, pulled a piece of paper and started writing.
In less than half a cup of tea, she had finished writing, she threw away the brush in her hand, and slapped it in front of Yu Linglong's desk, her voice full of provocation.
"How, do you dare?"
Everyone looked, and saw a poem written on the paper, and a lady who was close couldn't help but read aloud: "The chrysanthemums in every family are all yellow, and the beam garden is as lonely as frost. The quiet and beautiful tree is clear and clear. Facing Yutang. Immortals wear snow cloaks, but don’t dress in red. White butterflies are hard to see, but sackcloth is more fragrant when brushed. Shaking the feather fan to the wind, containing dew drops of wine. Meirui is jealous of Xianfang. One person, Yaohuayong, will play music from now on."
As soon as the words fell, a clear male voice sounded: "Good poetry, good poetry."
Everyone was startled, and followed the prestige, and saw a slender figure walking to the side of the rockery. He was dressed in white, holding a white fan, wearing a jade crown, with a carved blue dragon pendant hanging around his waist, and a sky-blue silk sash hanging below, looking like Qingjun is extraordinary, like a banished fairy. At this moment, he was standing in a field of famous chrysanthemums competing for beauty, and behind him was a waterfall of pearls and jade splashing, reflecting silver light on his body, the light was faint, and the beautiful scenery around him was like a dream, but it could not conceal his handsome and refined at all.
King Xu walked slowly towards the banquet with a half-smile on his face. All the ladies stared blankly at the scene in front of them, as if they forgot to look away. One of them was stunned, and even The brush in my hand fell unconsciously.
Among the crowd looking up, his eyes only stayed on Yu Linglong, and he didn't look back until he got to the side of Princess Xinlin, and said with a smile: "Your literary talent is getting better and better—"
When he said the good poem just now, Princess Xinlin was still excited for a moment, but seeing that his gaze never left Yu Linglong's side, even a fool could see why King Xu praised her.
Princess Xinlin stomped her feet fiercely and said angrily, "Ninth Brother, you are not allowed to help her this time!"
Didn't King Xu praise her because he wanted to save Yu Linglong from the siege? Princess Xinlin looked at Yu Linglong, who had a frosty face, and immediately became angry. She ignored King Xu, turned around, pointed at Yu Linglong, and shouted: "If you don't want to write a poem this time , even if you admit that you are ignorant and inexperienced, it would be embarrassing!"
Yu Linglong slowly raised her eyelids and looked at Princess Xinlin. Her eyes were so cold that people shivered involuntarily when they met her gaze.
She stood up and walked straight towards Princess Xinlin, and didn't stop until she reached her side.
Princess Xinlin couldn't help but think of the last time she was splashed with wine by Yu Linglong, and subconsciously hid back: "You, what are you doing?"
Seeing Princess Xinlin's stern look, Yu Linglong had a contemptuous smile on her face.
Slightly bowing her head, she whispered into Princess Xinlin's ear, "You know, I hate it when people force me."
The breath-like words seemed to be accompanied by gusts of biting cold wind, Princess Xinlin shivered uncontrollably, but said stiffly, "You—"
But Yu Linglong no longer looked at her, she raised her head, her bone-chilling eyes swept over all the ladies who were looking at her at the banquet, and said in a cold voice: "Don't you all want to hear it, then listen carefully to me !"
Lips as pink and tender as petals spit out ice-like words. Although they are beautiful poems chanting flowers, they only make people feel cold when listening to them.
"When autumn comes and September 8th, my flowers will bloom and then the flowers will kill. Chang'an will be filled with fragrant fragrance, and the whole city will be full of golden armor!"
In the early days when she traveled here, she had studied the history of this dynasty. This is a dynasty that has never been recorded in history books. There is no end of the Tang Dynasty, and there is no such thing as Huang Chao, so she read this poem unceremoniously, Take it for yourself.
As she uttered the poems word by word, the bright sunshine in the sky gradually disappeared, and the ground was filled with gloomy winds. Countless delicate petals and stamens were sucked into the wind, blown feebly into the sky, and then fell to the ground.
It was just a warm afternoon, but at this moment, the autumn wind was blowing, making everyone shrug their shoulders.
Princess Xinlin was stunned by this scene, she looked at Yu Linglong in disbelief, her lips moved, but she couldn't say a word.
On the other hand, Xu Wang, after a brief astonishment, immediately came back to his senses.
The always faint smile on his face gradually spread to the whole face, Xu Wang softly praised: "Good poetry, good momentum!"
Needless to say, everyone knows that at the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Poetry Meeting, none of the poems can compare with Yu Linglong's poems. No momentum.
King Xu stared at Yu Linglong with deep eyes, full of surprise and admiration. After a while, he reluctantly looked away and looked at Princess Xinlin.
His gaze gradually became cold, and his voice became low, full of temptation but also full of alienation and coldness: "This kind of thing will never happen again."
Princess Xinlin, who had always only seen Xu Wang's carefree and indifferent appearance, was taken aback by the threat in his voice. She stared at Xu Wang with wide eyes, and a hurt look flashed across her eyes: "Ninth brother, is she so worthy of your protection?"
Xu Wang stretched out his big hand, grabbed Yu Linglong's slender waist, and said in a frustrating manner: "Yes, she is worth it, and it is worth my life to protect her!"
In the radiant garden, everyone's eyes were on Xu Wang and Yu Linglong, some were surprised, some were envious, and some were also jealous.
At the place where everyone's eyes gathered, Yu Linglong was not moved at all. Thinking of Xu Wang's various strange deeds and all kinds of high-profile pursuits of her, her patience for many days finally reached its limit.
Pushing Xu Wang away fiercely, Yu Linglong said angrily: "Who the hell wants your life? Get out!"
The illusion of a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman was shattered in an instant, Yu Linglong turned around neatly under the horrified and amazed eyes of everyone, and left without looking back.
Xu Wang didn't look at the colorful expressions of other people at all, and immediately followed her out: "Linglong, wait for me—"
Before the words were finished, everyone felt a flash of white light in front of their eyes, and the next moment, there were already screams in the garden.
Yu Linglong had drawn out the dagger on her calf at some point, pointed it at King Xu's throat, and said with gritted teeth, "If you follow me again, I'll kill you!"
King Xu looked at Yu Linglong, who had fire-breathing eyes, and her tall and straight figure froze.
After a while, he nodded gently: "I won't follow, so be careful, don't hurt yourself."
Yu Linglong took a few steps back warily, seeing that King Xu was indeed no longer following, she withdrew her dagger and walked out.
In the same place, only a leisurely figure was left, looking at the direction Yu Linglong left, without moving for a long time.
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The days passed by slowly, and Mrs. Mu's injuries have finally healed since she was stabbed by Yu Linglong, but there was a permanent gap in her body, food leaked out when eating, water leaked out when drinking, and water leaked out when talking. Even if she pursed her lips, she could clearly see her two shiny front teeth.
Poor lady of a nobleman turned into a three-petal mouth like a rabbit, and can no longer come out to meet people.
Naturally, the Mu family was unrelenting. In order to calm things down, General Yu had no choice but to agree to count Mu's dowry one by one and hand it over to the Mu family.
Mu's new death, although Yu Qianjiao has settled for someone else, but it will take at least three years before she wants to get married, and the future of Mu's dowry in the past three years will naturally belong to the Mu family, and after three years, she will be given to her. The amount of dowry Yu Qianjiao will have to be determined by the Mu family.
It's worth it for Mrs. Mu Er to exchange her rabbit's mouth for such a huge profit.
The instigator of all this, Yu Linglong, didn't take this matter to heart at all. Every day at home, she talked with Ling'er and others, ate snacks and tea, and lived a leisurely life.
In the blink of an eye, Mu Shi had been dead for more than half a month. In the Yu Mansion, the atmosphere of the two successive funerals had gradually faded away, and the days had returned to calm.
It's just that in this calm, there are always undercurrents, and it seems that a bigger storm is brewing.
Ever since Yu Linglong promised Aunt Mei to help her gain the power to head the family, Aunt Mei often came to Pinlanyuan with excuses, looking very impatient.
This afternoon, Aunt Mei came again, seeing Yu Linglong sipping the new tea that had just been delivered, Aunt Mei couldn't help asking: "Miss Four, what are your plans for that matter? "
Yu Linglong took a sip of the hot tea, closed her eyes, felt the warm breath slowly flowing in her body, and after a while she said softly, "Don't worry, the opportunity will come soon."
The poems of the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Poetry Club are all quoted from the ancients, so don’t blame them if they are not good~
097 Sister-in-Law Fight
097 Sister-in-Law Fight
According to the dowry list opened by Mrs. Mu Er, the dowry brought by Mrs. Mu to Yufu included a large amount of property, including fields, villages, shops, and accompanying rooms,