Why couldn't everyone understand what Cui Mingzhu meant? Why was she scolding that little girl? It was clearly aimed at Cen Yunchu.
Mo Yuzhen was embarrassed, but what could she do? She had no choice but to step forward to apologize to Cui Mingzhu and scold her girl.
The little girl was so frightened and helpless that she could only kneel there and kowtow to apologize.
Cen Yunchu stepped forward and pulled her up and said, "Get up! Just let someone else come up and serve you."
Cui Mingzhu became even more angry when she saw her like this. She stepped forward and asked: "Why do you pretend to be a good person?! How can you get your turn to meddle in others' affairs?!"
"Killing can only be done with a nod. I can't bear to watch from the sidelines." Cen Yunchu's arrogance is not superficial, but the coldness and alienation that comes from his bones.
She stood there with no fear in her eyebrows.
"So what?" Cui Mingzhu asked back: "She is just a servant, not to mention she did something wrong and deserves to be beaten and scolded. If nothing else, even if I sell this dress, she won't be able to compensate her enough!"
"Sister Cui, please calm down. It's my girl who is ignorant. I have a few sets of newly made clothes and I haven't worn them even once, so I'll take you to change them." Mo Yuzhen accompanied her and said cautiously: "You
An adult does not remember the faults of a villain."
"Of course I don't have the same knowledge as a servant, but since some people pretend to be good people and stick up for me, I can't stop." Cui Mingzhu is willing to come today, because her relationship with Mo Yuzhen is okay, but she is not angry with Cen Yunchu.
"How are you doing?" Cen Yunchu raised his dark eyebrows, still looking like he was willing to accept anyone who came.
"Aren't you a talented woman? Just write a poem in seven steps in front of us," Cui Mingzhu said, "In order to prevent you from citing the poems you have written to make excuses, the poem I want you to write must have Yuzhen embedded in it.
name. You can do it. If you can't do it, ask someone to come and sell the girl."
"I can write not just one but ten poems like this. But why should I listen to you?" Cen Yunchu said with a slight sneer: "This girl wet your skirt, you hit her
A slap in the face, and then a scolding in public. Sister Zhen has already said that she will give you the dress, so this is both a beating and a punishment. Now you still want to tease me in public, don't say that you are just a public servant, you are a princess.
The princess will not humiliate people like this here. There are court laws above and fair hearts below. Do you really dare to take care of me in vain?"
The Duke's title is indeed one level higher than that of the Marquis, but it does not mean that the daughter of the Duke can be unreasonable.
Taking today's incident as an example, what Cui Mingzhu did was indeed excessive, and it would be disgraceful to spread the word.
"You——" Cui Mingzhu almost choked to death: "How rude!"
"I wonder whose gift Miss Cui's gift came from?" Cen Yunchu didn't bother to coddle them: "I never claimed to be a talented woman, you gave me this title."
"Isn't it okay to call you a talented girl? You are so ignorant!" Xue Shanshan curled her lips.
"If there are a few people here who say you are a martyr, will you really kill yourself in public?" Cen Yunchu retorted: "First give people a name, and then force them to submit, isn't it very honorable?"
Cui Mingzhu and Xue Shanshan were blocked and speechless. This was indeed their idea. The reason why they dared to do this was because it was a trick they were used to and no one had ever used it in front of their faces.
The window paper was opened.
Mo Yuzhen was about to cry. She wanted to smooth things over but didn't know what to do.
At this time, someone came out and said with a smile on his face: "I am not worthy of carrying shoes for a talented woman, but since today is a good day for sister Yuzhen, I will come out to show my shame. You don't want to laugh at me."
After saying that, he walked up to Cen Yunchu and discussed with her: "Miss Cen, I dare to invite you. How about the two of us collaborate on a painting and calligraphy to celebrate the birthday of sister Yuzhen? I can do a few freehand strokes, and you can write an inscription next to it.
Poems. With the support of your poems, even if my paintings are not good, no one will care."
"It's so good! It's so good!" Mo Yuzhen said hurriedly, but she was too afraid that these people would start a fight.
"Who are you?" Cen Yunchu frowned. She was not used to being too close to unfamiliar people. This person was too close to her and even came to hold her hand.
"Sister Yun, this is Sister Meng Qiao. She is the second young lady of Anzebo Mansion." Mo Yuzhen said quickly.
This second Miss Meng is a concubine from the Anzebo Mansion. Her appearance is also outstanding. It is said that she is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
"You can write poems and paintings, but don't involve me." Cen Yunchu said coldly.
Meng Qiao didn't expect Cen Yunchu to be so unkind, so he had no choice but to retreat to the side.
"What a talented woman, she just got a false reputation!" Cui Mingzhu snorted: "I can't write poems, but I still make them sound high-sounding. I have learned a lot today."
"Wait a minute!" Cen Yunchu stopped Cui Mingzhu who was about to change clothes: "Today's business is not over yet."
"What do you want?!" Cui Mingzhu almost jumped: "You refuse to write a poem, and you refuse to let me go. Who is being unreasonable?"
"I don't want to write poetry because it's unfair. I don't want to let you go because the matter hasn't been resolved yet." Cen Yunchu said, "You have a competition with me and I lose. I will apologize to you for this maid, and
I'll give you an identical skirt. If you lose, you won't have to make things difficult for her anymore."
"Should I compete with you?!" Cui Mingzhu thought she heard wrongly: "Compare it to poetry?"
"Besides needlework, you can compete in anything you want." Cen Yunchu said: "Pick what you are good at."
Cui Mingzhu and the female companion next to her looked at each other, couldn't help but laugh, and said to Cen Yunchu: "This is what you said, I don't know anything else, I just play cards with our old lady at the card table.
I still have a few skills."
"Okay, let's play tiles," Cen Yunchu said happily and neatly, "Mahjong, Tianjiu, leaves, and flower tiles."
"That's not a bad tone, so you can choose one of them." Cui Mingzhu is really talented at playing cards: "I can do anything."
"Then bring all four." Cen Yunchu was too lazy to talk nonsense.
"Game after game? When will it be finished?" Cui Mingzhu couldn't help laughing at her: "I'm still busy changing my skirt!"
"A game of four games won't take long," Cen Yunchu said: "We will play four games at the same time, arrange three people at each table, and I will play four games together."
Everyone was dumbfounded. According to Cen Yunchu, with her as the center, four gaming tables were placed in the east, west, south and north. There were three people sitting on each table, playing mahjong, Tianjiu, leaf tiles and flower tiles respectively.
She has the vacant seat at each table, and she has to play cards with people at four tables at the same time.
"How do we calculate winning or losing? Does one loss count as a win and two losses count as a tie?" Xue Shanshan asked.
"As long as one table loses, I lose." Cen Yunchu said.
