Song Huiyue understood that Luo Huiniang compared Huang Wenqiu to a lotus.
But is Huang Wenqiu worthy of being compared with lotus?
With a "swish" sound, accompanied by Song Huiyue's chuckle, the fish dragged the petals and dived into the water.
The wind swept over the water and flew towards the flower stand. The petals of the roses spread out and fell on those who were admiring the scenery, and the fragrance suddenly hit everyone.
Luo Huiniang said in surprise: "Why are you laughing?"
"I think the fish is funny. They won't eat the fish food and insist on tearing the lotus flowers apart."
Luo Huiniang's face instantly darkened.
Song Huiyue was shameless and pestered Huang Wenqiu. Huang Wenqiu complained to her repeatedly, but because of their affection, they could not talk about it, which made the Song family lose their dignity.
Now it seems that Song Huiyue is even less educated than what Huang Wenqiu said.
She raised her head and smiled again: "The lotus has no owner, why can't the fish tear it apart?"
Song Huiyue stood up and walked to the lake, stretched out her hand to hold a lotus. The stem looked strong, but in fact it was fragile. Song Huiyue broke it easily.
Holding the lotus to her face, she said kindly: "Isn't there an owner here?"
Luo Huiniang touched her dyed red nails and looked at Song Huiyue's face, which was more delicate than a flower. The red flowers reflected the red fingers, turning Song Huiyue's fingers into petals.
The smile on her face couldn't be maintained and quickly receded.
"My mother is here, please stay with me." Song Huiyue turned around and placed the lotus flowers on the relaxed lotus leaves.
Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Li walked over from a distance.
Luo Huiniang bit her lower lip and looked at Song Huiyue who was striding towards Chen. She sat stiffly for a moment, then lowered her head and smiled, and got up to find her little sister.
Don't pay too much attention to what an uneducated and unsophisticated girl says.
Song Huiyue obediently walked to Mrs. Chen, her claws were about to reach out to the infant Xiao Xie, but Ms. Chen caught her first.
"Which family does that little lady belong to? Seeing how friendly your conversation is, I'll invite her to your home next time."
Song Huiyue smiled and said: "I just met her, her name is Luo Huiniang, I don't know which family she is from."
Mrs. Li tied the shawl on the little baby and looked at Song Huiyue: "Her father is Shi Luochong, Daocang Si. Although the official is only from the ninth rank, he is a charming person. When I was not married, I met Qi Cang Si Luo Chong.
I’ve seen her mother bring her to play with her.”
Her father-in-law Xie Chuan, thinking of his close relationship with Song Qi, asked her to take more care of the female members of the Song family.
Mrs. Li added: "You don't have to associate with her, the eldest lady. A poor family also has the character of a poor family. She bows her head and bends down to interact with Madam Qi, but she comes to talk to you with her head held high. She is flattering and bullying. She is not a good girl."
Song Huiyue responded seriously.
After looking around at the lotus flowers again, a nun led two maids out and invited them into the main hall at the request of Mrs. Yan, Mrs. Yu.
The room was full of people, and Mrs. Li saw that Mrs. Chen was uncomfortable, so she pulled her to sit with her. Seeing that Yuanyuan was dull and not a smart girl, she asked the maid next to her to stare more.
Mrs. Yan is slightly chubby, fair-skinned, and smiles all over her face: "When I was in Beijing, I often heard people say that Tanzhou has outstanding people, and the girls are especially pretty. It's really not bad."
Mrs. Qi Cangji smiled and said: "Looking at these two girls beside you, you know that Kyoto is the place where beautiful people are beautiful."
Mrs. Yan laughed happily, pointed to the one in green and said, "This is Huaiyu, the youngest daughter of the Privy Envoy Yue. Her maternal grandfather's home is in Tanzhou, and she came here specially to visit her relatives."
Yue Huaiyu stood up quickly and said Wan Fu, advancing and retreating in a measured manner.
Her complexion is snow-white, her eyebrows are beautiful, her expression is kind, her smile is full of smiles, and she is upright as if she had stepped out of a painting. Even her figure is tall and slender, and nothing is out of place.
Hearing this, Song Huiyue narrowed her eyes and looked over.
Yue Zhongtai held great military and political power, and his eldest daughter was Princess Yan. Prince Yan was the only son of Concubine Zhang. The position of crown prince was easily available. Why did Yue Zhongtai send his young daughter to Tanzhou?
Are you really just here for fun?
Or did Privy Envoy Yue get wind of something and intend to take a dip in King Jin's troubled waters?
It seems that Tanzhou will not be at peace for long.
But this is all the business of the superior. No matter how the dragon rolls in the deep pool, as long as the water splash does not fall on her, it will be fine.
She silently shrank her head and hid herself even more tightly.
Mrs. Yan pointed to the girl in red: "This is my youngest daughter Youwei. She is only thirteen years old and doesn't know anything."
Yan Youwei wears two buns on her head and wears a cute red outfit. Her face is round and rosy.
She stood up and gave a hasty blessing, her expression unabashedly arrogant.
It’s not about any one person, but coming here from Kyoto, everyone looks like a country bumpkin.
Amid everyone's admiration, Mrs. Yan glanced around and said with a smile, "Is Mrs. Song here?"
Ms. Chen quickly stood up and blessed her.
Mrs. Yan said a few polite words and looked at Song Huiyue next to Mrs. Chen: "This is your little lady, she is so well-born, come here and sit next to me."
Her enthusiasm came too quickly and enthusiastically. Song Huiyue stood up and saluted, but did not sit down.
Mrs. Yan eagerly invited her again.
Mrs. Li winked at her and asked her to go over, and she moved over. Before she could sit down, Yan Youwei secretly rolled her eyes.
Yue Huaiyu looked at Song Huiyue thoughtfully.
She saw that Song Huiyue's eyes were dark and bright, her double eyelids were deeply marked, her eyelashes were fluttering out, and her lips were upturned, showing a natural smile.
Rather beautiful.
"When it comes to being smart, she is smarter," Madam Yan took Song Huiyue's hand, "How old were you when you and Prince Jin came to Tanzhou?"
Song Huiyue was hugged tightly by her, almost breathless in the fragrant smell, and said in a loud voice: "I don't remember."
Mrs. Chen quickly said: "Six years old."
"Speaking of which, Prince Jin was only ten years old at that time." Mrs. Yan looked at Song Huiyue lovingly.
"On the 20th of last month, when the emperor was in Changchun, Prince Jin sent a bunch of Lantianzhan rice ears. The emperor told Prime Minister Zhang that although Lantianzhan rice is not delicious, it ripens early and relieves the hunger of the people. It is a great achievement."
As soon as these words came out, everyone cleared the clouds and saw the sun, and everything became clear.
The water in Tanzhou is shallow, and I'm afraid it won't be able to subdue King Jin's crouching dragon.
Yan Youwei glared at Song Huiyue, grabbed Mrs. Yan's hand, held it and shook it twice: "Mom, I'm going to clean my hands."
"You just can't sit still," Madam Yan patted her lovingly, "There is an elevated Manxin Pavilion here. You can see the beautiful scenery in the garden on one side and the mountains and rivers outside the city on the other. I have people arrange flowers and fruits snacks inside.
Everyone can go there and play.”
So the girls swung out like fish.
Outside the door, Yan Youwei bumped Song Huiyue's shoulder away and warned her in a low voice: "Don't hold my grandma's hand!"
Song Huiyue touched the pulled hand. The greasy palm was the ointment used by Mrs. Yan. She wiped it twice silently and went to Manxin Pavilion.
Leaning on the railing and looking out, you can indeed see dozens of rural homes, rice fields, running water and stone bridges.
There is a small hotel next to the road. There is a viewing pole outside the store and a golden wine bottle hanging with the words "Fragrant Rice Wine" written on it.
Under the eaves is a pair of camphor wood tables and chairs, with Huang Wenqiu, the infatuated man, sitting on it.