Chapter 169

"My little sister is so poor that she can't afford to be praised by King Xuan. Kuang Xiaomei has promised others. She also came with my mother this time." Although you Yuecheng was unhappy, he still smiled.

"Oh, I've promised to kiss! Unfortunately, I don't know if I can withdraw?" Feng Jue ran not only didn't withdraw her squinting eyes because someone else had a marriage, but also smiled on the opposite side and asked you Yuecheng carelessly.

You Yuecheng's face suddenly changed, and he hesitated and couldn't say anything: "this..."

"The eighth younger brother, the daughter of the boudoir, has the greatest reputation. The princess of the government of the Ming Dynasty is a famous talented woman in the capital. She has a better reputation. You must not joke and ruin people's transcripts." Feng Jue Xuan smiled on the side to help you Yuecheng out of the siege. In one sentence, he regarded what Feng Jue ran just said about you Yuee as a joke, which virtually covered up the storm caused by you Yuee.

You Yuecheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Feng Jue Xuan with gratitude.

"Miss you still has famous talented women and beauties in the capital. My elder brother still knows this. My younger brother has just returned. I really don't know that there are many statements here. I thought that many girls are the same, and all of them are deeply raised. No one knows them. So when I first saw miss you, I was deeply impressed! It turns out that this is well-known!"

Feng Jue ran didn't get annoyed because Feng Jue Xuan tore away his topic. Instead, she smiled and leaned over to Feng Jue Xuan. It was quite meaningful to find a fellow disciple. She also deliberately lowered her voice and asked, "elder brother, tell me, in addition to miss you, who are the most beautiful girls in the capital?"

Although the words were light, they were enough for Feng Juelei and you Yuecheng sitting on one side and the first several aristocratic family CHILDES to hear clearly.

You Yuecheng's face suddenly turned red. Feng Jue Xuan's smile froze. The folding fan in his hand could no longer be as free as before. After a pause, he lowered his voice and said to Feng Jue, "eighth brother, today's Palace Banquet, the father entrusted the emperor to our three brothers. It's really impolite to talk about girls at this banquet."

Especially when he talked about it, his eyes didn't show any respect. Instead, he seemed to be talking about some brothel women, frivolous and obscene. It's well-known. This means that these famous ladies have been in public for a long time and didn't know what the boudoir motto is. Especially when he points to you Yuee, how can you not make you Yuecheng's ashamed face turn red and listen to Feng Jue Xuan's solemn words, Feng Jue dyed a pair of star eyes, which was even more bright and threatening in the night. Jun Mou turned around, poured a glass of wine for Feng Jue Xuan, flattered him, winked at him, and said in a low voice: "brother, don't worry, little brother, don't say it this time. Later, little brother will go to big brother, and then big brother will help little brother talk about this first beauty."

Feng Jue Xuan's face suddenly looked ugly. On the other side, Feng Jue Lei's face was even more ugly. Green veins burst on his forehead. Although his eyes looked straight ahead with a smile, the cup in his hand was tightly folded.

Who is the first beauty in the legend of the capital? Of course, it is Ling Fengyan from the government of Dingguo. That's his internal choice for the imperial concubine. They grew up together and have been in love for a long time. Moreover, the queen has indicated that as long as he is honored as a treasure, the Ling family will be sent to the empress of the emperor who cooperates with him. Who else will Ling Fengyan be, So he has long regarded Ling Fengyan as his own woman.

But that day, he heard that Feng Jueyuan actually took Ling Fengyan to go shopping at night. Later, the two men and women went into the private room of Xiangman building, which made Feng jueyei bear it. After two rounds in the room, he angrily took people to Xiangman building.

Fortunately, his reason still existed. When people knocked open the door of the box in Xiangman building, they also knew that the laughter was calm. Fortunately, they just sat and talked, and there was no imagined dirty scene. Later, the three people left Xiangman building together with a smile, and then went back to their respective homes. It was not too out of the cabinet.

But that's how the needle was pierced!

Now Feng Jue Xuan wants to talk to the dissolute Feng Jue ran about Ling Fengyan in private. He just feels angry and wants to explode.

Feng Jue Lei was not the only one who wanted to explode. Feng Jue Xuan jumped on his forehead for a few times, and his eyes flashed with hostility. As soon as it turned into a warm spring breeze, he took the wine cup in Feng Jue's hand, drank it naturally and put it down, and poured a glass of wine for Feng Jue, "Eight younger brothers, the father was still angry about you raising so many singing prostitutes and dancers in the house a few days ago. Today, for the sake of the national celebration and letting you out, we can't make the father angry anymore. It's better for the female sex to have less experience along the way."

His handsome appearance, a sincere smile like a spring breeze, and a slight sigh patted Feng Jue Ran's shoulder, which was completely the appearance of a good brother who advised his romantic brother.

"Eighth brother, what elder brother said is that you must not say such a thing again when you see your father later. You have a good idea tonight. Your father is going to reward you. It is said that the most beautiful lantern was made of 999 pearls. It depends on who owns it." Feng Jue Lei also calmed down at this time and took over the topic of Feng Jue Xuan with a smile.

"Thank you for your instruction. I'm sure I won't talk much later. I have to ask my father to give me the most beautiful lamp. Elder brother, the third brother can't rob me later. I'm still waiting for the lantern to be in urgent need." Feng Jue ran narrowed her handsome eyes and flashed past a waiter who hurried in.

"Well, the eighth brother is useful. Naturally, the eldest brother won't rob you."

"Do you need the third brother to help you?"

No one will fall behind if he can exchange this plaything for Feng Jue Ran's favor.

Speaking of the lantern pool in this evening's Lantern Festival, it started with tens of thousands of lanterns in different shapes. At that time, everyone below had a topic. In twos and threes, they talked about those beautiful lanterns, which are different from the spontaneous formation of the people. These lanterns are made by palace people with unique ingenuity. All kinds of differences add a bit of wealth and glory.

At this time, the opposite side is ready to perform. Because there are a large number of people, in fact, everyone can't perform. The queen ordered several girls. Some of these girls perform piano skills, some dance skills, and some poems and songs. Some of the girls' poems have also been passed on for them to compare.

In order to make fun of it, Feng Jueyuan also asked the aristocratic family childe on the right island to write a song and send it to the ladies' left island for their evaluation. For a time, the maids in waiting were in close contact. From time to time, they saw the maids in waiting with a stack of plain paper.

The way of evaluation is also simple. The childe's poems are sealed and passed through the hands of each young lady. If they feel good, they will be ticked. Finally, the one with the largest number of red ticks under the poems will win. The young ladies' poems are also handled in the same way. I don't know who wrote them, but they are not outstanding. It's not the past that only the people in the main position are allowed to evaluate them, which is much more fair.

Because of the excitement, the queen simply let the performing young lady continue, and the other young ladies prepared their own poetry people and sent them all to the right Island, so as to avoid being uncomfortable when someone didn't perform and someone performed.

Mo Xuemin was uncomfortable and very uncomfortable. Holding her handkerchief, she almost couldn't hang a gentle smile on her face. She always thought she had both talent and appearance. She could be regarded as one of the famous girls in the capital, but the queen didn't order her today. Why didn't she even freeze her smile.

The famous girls who stood with her just now almost ordered them all, but they didn't order her. They were depressed. Suddenly, they listened to the Queen's proposal to let all the girls who didn't choose write poems or words and send them to Youdao for comments by the aristocratic family CHILDES. Mo Xuemin's eyes lit up for a moment.

I didn't refuse, so I wrote a poem and mixed it in a pile of poems.

"Elder sister, what did you write? Can I have a look?" Mo Xuetong sat next to Mo Xuemin and smiled. His eyes fell on the poem page that Mo Xuemin had not closed. The beautiful eyes of charming smile were deep in an instant. Between breathing, there was infinite hatred and anger. The fingers at the bottom of his sleeves were pinched into his hands sharply, and his expression immediately became cold.

"Double butterfly embroidered skirt with uneven vermilion powder. People with colorful sleeves are independent, and swallows return in the light rain."

How could she not as like as two peas, who had only one word left, and the same as Sima wrote before him, when he first saw herself, that although she had her face destroyed, she was still the most beautiful woman in her eyes. She was wearing a double butterfly skirt, because she had to be filial piety, and Xu mama had to change herself into a brighter colored dress. For this reason, she was also laughed at by Mo xueqiong, and many ugly people made trouble. She almost pushed her into the lotus pond on one side.

At that time, Sima Lingyun walked into her heart. He still remembered that he came here gracefully, picked up himself who was pushed to the ground by Mo xueqiong, took him to the pavilion on one side to rest, praised himself with such a affectionate tone, and wrote such a poem on the spot. It was for this reason that he fell in love with him at first sight, and then picked it up by Aunt Fang, Determined to marry him, he didn't hesitate to turn against his grandfather's family and his father.

Now seeing this poem from Mo Xuemin's hand, what doesn't she understand!

In her last life, she later inadvertently knew that the poem recorded in Sima Lingyun's personal poetry collection was not made by him, but also picked the achievements of others, and it was several years ago. Later, Sima Lingyun took it and counted it on his own head, which was also agreed by others to decorate the face of the Marquis of the town, 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.

Besides, this man is still at the party today.

The smile glows again at this moment, like the flowers just opening in spring. The dazzling makes Mo Xuemin who has just turned his head unable to stare.

"There's nothing good. Just think about it and write it down." Mo Xuemin smiled modestly and looked around at the girls who were still stirring their brains. The smile on her face couldn't help being proud. In terms of speed, she had the upper hand. Besides, she thought this poem was the most timely. In this situation, the colorful sleeved butterfly skirt was as beautiful as jade.

There must be many ladies who agree with their poem.

His hand was covered on the poem paper, just blocking Mo Xuetong's eyes. With the other hand, he closed the poem paper and handed it to the maid guarding one side, and then went to the side to wash his hands carefully. At this meeting, most of the girls finished their poems, and Mo Xuetong came to wash his hands and sat down again.