"Sister, this stupid girl is here too. She will definitely make a fool of herself. I don't know what the prince was thinking, but he actually brought her here." Wen Weiling couldn't help but get angry when she saw Wei Nuan. She didn't stop after what happened last time.
I’m still confused. Isn’t Han Shangyang just a young master from an aristocratic family? The Han family is not a big family at all. Her willingness to give Han Shangyang a chance means she thinks highly of him. Since he doesn’t cherish it himself, he can’t blame her!
Based on her conditions, she felt that she could find a husband who was much better than Han Shangyang.
So even if Han Shangyang was present today, Wen Weiling didn't show much anger, but just stopped looking at Han Shangyang.
Wen Weining glanced at Wei Nuan in the distance, and her eyes flicked away from Wei Nuan and landed on Feng Churui. Today, Feng Churui was wearing a bright purple dress, and he looked very noble.
People couldn't look away, so many ladies' eyes fell on Feng Churui, but Feng Churui just drank tea casually and did not respond to these looks.
"Ling'er, remember not to be impulsive or offend Wei Nuan, you know? Now she has a different identity. As the ninth princess, if you disrespect her, you are disrespecting the royal family. Just take care of yourself and be good.
Performance today, there are still many outstanding men present today, including Mr. Nangong, so fight hard."
Listening to Wen Weining's words, Wen Weiling's little face turned red. She looked at Nangong Yan secretly and her cheeks became even redder. Mr. Nangong was the best among men. Naturally, he was not comparable to ordinary young men. Originally, she was just secretly looking at him.
Thinking about it, now that Wen Weining said this, she became bolder.
She is the second young lady of the Hou family, a legitimate daughter, and is a perfect match for Nangong Yan.
But she still wants to marry the second prince, what should she do? The second prince also looks so good. If she marries the second prince, she will be a princess, but if she marries Nangong Yan, she will be just a mistress. Compared with the two,
, in fact, she prefers Feng Churui.
If the people present knew what Wen Weiling was thinking, they would definitely despise her. She was just the second young lady of the Hou family, but she was still picking on the second prince and Mr. Nangong. Neither of them was worthy of her.
Having such arrogant thoughts is really overestimating one's own capabilities.
But no one cared about Wen Weiling's thoughts at this time. The literary competition they were looking forward to began.
The so-called literary competitions are competitions in various aspects, of which qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are naturally among them. The category of qin also includes flute, Xiao, and zheng, as long as it has something to do with music. Chess is naturally Go, and calligraphy includes writing poems.
Couple, or write a unique story at will, and finally draw it. There is no strict definition of drawing. As long as it is a drawing, as long as it is satisfactory, the champion in these four aspects will be selected in the end.
One person each. As for someone who can be creative and come up with other competition events, that’s fine.
In fact, the essay competition is relatively informal, and there is no strict definition. As long as it is convincing and everyone thinks it is good, it is fine.
Once you win the championship, you will receive generous prizes, and the most important thing is that you will gain the respect of others.
Wei Nuan was not interested in this literary competition. After all, her character was a fool. Knowing a few idioms was already a big deal, so there was no need to try anything else.
"Feng Qinghan, will you go later?"
"Do you want me to go?" Feng Qinghan asked with a smile.