In the courtyard, dignitaries from major aristocratic families gathered together to talk and have fun. It was still some time before lunch started. Qi Yao and Su Yilian were both unable to sit still, so they went to one side to play pot throwing and shuttlecock kicking.
Wen Jiaojiao didn't want to move very much. She couldn't play this kind of sports game twice. She could never throw the pot accurately, so she lay on the table and played with a Luban lock she had brought.
The weather was nice today, and Wen Jiaojiao began to feel sleepy after lying down for a while. Just as she was dozing off, she heard a quarrel.
"Zhou Mosi, I'm going to tear your mouth off!"
Wen Jiaojiao rubbed his eyes and looked around, only to see a group of female relatives gathered in front of him. Xiang Wenzhu was arguing with Zhou Mosi angrily, and everyone around him was trying to persuade her.
On such occasions, all the older women are talking in the hall or in another place, and only the younger girls are together.
Xiang Wenzhu has always had a bad temper, and she can't tolerate any sand in her eyes. Judging from the situation, she probably heard the negative words from Zhou Mosi.
Zhou Mosi, you said, is not a bad person, but he has a very bad mouth.
In her first life, she had many problems with Xiang Wenzhu because of her gossip.
Naturally, the old lady would not intervene in the verbal dispute among the young girls here. Wen Jiaojiao watched Wen Miaoran walk down the corridor and said to the two people who were pulling her: "Miss Xiang has to be merciful and merciful. Miss Zhou is not a cent."
I don’t even know how to do martial arts, but if I’m pulled by someone like you, my clothes and hairpins will loosen up, so I’m fine with everything.”
"Liangqing?" Xiang Wenzhu laughed angrily, pulled Zhou Mosi's hair and raised his hand to slap her, then pushed her hard and clapped his hands in front of Wen Miaoran, "See, this is Liangqing."
Wen Miaoran twitched the corner of her mouth, supported Zhou Mo and said, "Miss Zhou, please come with me to tidy up your clothes."
Zhou Mosi was beaten to tears by Xiang Wenzhu. She glanced at Xiang Wenzhu hatefully and said, "I'm just a prostitute, what's the point of being arrogant!"
Xiang Wenzhu wanted to step forward, but Wen Miaoran called the maid to stop her.
Xiang Wenzhu was so angry that she was dragged by the maid, "Your mother is just the top concubine. She has squeezed out the wife of the wife, and she is worthy of farting in front of me!"
Then Xiang Wenzhu said to Wen Miaoran: "What business do you have here? Is the principal princess still here? You, a side concubine, are worthy of standing here and taking care of my affairs!"
The noble ladies of the aristocratic families shook their heads when they heard Xiang Wenzhu's rude words.
Although concubines and concubines were not allowed to come to such occasions, Wen Miaoran was still a concubine and her status was still above them.
Xiang Wenzhu has an upright and fiery temperament, but she is not someone who doesn't care about the situation and status. It's just that her weak point is her mother. If anyone dares to say anything wrong about her mother outside, she will go crazy and scratch people!
Xiang Wenzhu broke free from the shackles of the maids a few times and rushed towards Zhou Mosi. Wen Jiaojiao saw with sharp eyes that Zhou Mosi was holding a thin hairpin in her hand. When Xiang Wenzhu rushed towards her, she raised the hairpin and aimed at her face.
Cross it up.
Wen Jiaojiao stood up in shock. This happened in just a moment. No one reacted. Just when Zhou Mosi's hairpin was about to scratch Xiang Wenzhu's face, a slender and tall figure pulled them away in a few seconds.
Open it and take the hairpin out of Zhou Mosi's hand.
It's Yuan Lang.
Wen Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief and sat down again. Fortunately, she came in time. If the hairpin scratched her face, Xiang Wenzhu would be ruined.
"Since it was a verbal dispute between two girls, it would be wrong to take action."
Yuan Lang thought to Zhou Mo: "Miss Zhou said something rude to Miss Xiang first and provoked her first, so don't be afraid of her hitting you."
After saying that, Yuan Lang said to Xiang Wenzhu: "Miss Xiang, this is a banquet hosted by the concubine. Even if you are angry, don't make too big a fuss. It's not too late to beat her up after the banquet is over."
, just end it privately, don’t ruin the reputation of father and brother.”
Zhou Mosi's eyes widened when she heard Yuan Lang asking Xiang Wenzhu to beat her again after it was over. Is this what a princess can say?
"Princess, you..."
Yuan Lang turned around and faced Zhou Mosi, and showed the hairpin in front of everyone unceremoniously, "Miss Zhou, if you hurt someone with this thing, the consequences will be difficult to deal with."
After that, Yuan Lang said to Wen Miaoran very rudely: "The concubine is standing next to Miss Zhou. Why didn't you stop her when you saw her hurting someone with a gold hairpin?"
Zhou Mosi had already taken off the gold hairpin and held it in his hand when Wen Miaoran pulled her aside.
Wen Miaoran: "I have never seen it. Sister, don't blame me for this kind of crime."
Yuan Lang frowned and was about to speak when he heard a soft, slightly hoarse voice, "You saw, when you helped Zhou Mosi just now, you touched her hand holding the gold hairpin."
Everyone turned their heads and saw a beautiful and somewhat childish girl sitting in the corridor, holding her chin and looking towards them.
Yuan Lang was slightly startled and asked: "Who is this girl?"
The maid beside her reminded her: "This is the cousin of the Duke of Guo, the fourth sister of the concubine and the same father."
Yuan Lang understood that on the first day she entered the palace, the maids and nuns around her told her one by one about some of the noble ladies of the aristocratic families in the capital, especially the family background of the concubines, whom she knew best.
It turned out that this was the legitimate daughter of the Wen family who was in poor health, but what Yuan Lang heard most was that she was the cousin of the Xiao family, instead of calling her the fourth miss of the Wen family.
She didn't know there was such a level of relationship between the concubine and the concubine.
The reconciliation between Mrs. Xiao and the Wen family was a hot topic in the capital at that time, and it is still a matter of great interest to everyone in the capital.
Yuan Lang didn't expect that there would be such a straightforward and decisive woman in Beiyuan, but he actually admired her in his heart.
Now that he saw the bright little girl speaking without hesitation, Yuan Lang couldn't help but smile on his face, "Is it true that Miss Wen can see it?"
Wen Jiaojiao unconsciously rolled the ball-like Luban Lock in his hand and said, "I saw it clearly, but the concubine won't admit it."
Wen Miaoran held one hand tightly and said calmly: "I did not see it. The fourth sister may have been dazzled."
Unsurprisingly, Wen Jiaojiao shrugged at Yuan Lang and said, "Look, I'll just say it."
Wen Miaoran glanced at Wen Jiaojiao coldly and left with Zhou Mosi.
Just as Yuan Lang was about to say something to comfort Xiang Wenzhu, Xiang Wenzhu took the golden hairpin in her hand and threw it on the ground. He stepped on it and said, "This evil-hearted bitch!"
After saying that, he turned around and left angrily.
Qi Yao and Su Yilian watched a play nearby and sat back next to Wen Jiaojiao.
Qi Yao said with a pity look on her face: "I thought they would fight, but if we really have to fight, maybe Xiang Wenzhu can't beat Zhou Mosi. As the saying goes, it's easy to hide from open guns and hard to defend against hidden arrows. Xiang Wenzhu is too upright and has no head.
She knows how to turn, but Zhou Mosi is still a little smarter than her."
Su Yilian said to Wen Jiaojiao: "Ruyue, you expose your second sister like this and humiliate her in front of everyone. Aren't you afraid that she will hate you?"
Wen Jiaojiao rolled Lu Bansuo's hand and said, "I just saw it. There is nothing to be afraid of."
Su Yilian is still in Wen Miaoran's shadow. She was the one who lived the longest in her previous life. She will be no better than Wen Yanxi in her next life. She will never be able to defeat Wen Miaoran.
Thinking of this, Su Yilian set her sights on Yuan Lang. This princess from a foreign country also had a miscarriage and died in depression. Not to mention fighting with Wen Miaoran, the King of Qing'an disliked her.
It was enough to defeat her.
It was finally time for lunch. Wen Jiaojiao looked at the table of delicious food and her saliva was dripping. It had been a long time since she had eaten these normal meals. If she hadn't known that she could eat freely today, she wouldn't have.
I will follow my grandma out early in the morning.
Wen Jiaojiao took a sip of the delicious fish soup and sighed with satisfaction.
She really has never loved a meal so much.
Wen Jiaojiao and A Niang sat at the same table as Qi Yao and her daughter. Seeing Wen Jiaojiao almost wolfing down the food, Qin Weishuang looked at Xiao Yurong and said angrily: "Look at you, Jiaojiao is so hungry. She has been hungry these days."
Thin."
Qin Weishuang felt distressed as Wen Jiaojiao kept putting vegetables into her bowl, "Poor child, after taking medicine for so many days, why is he still not feeling better?"
Xiao Yurong lifted up Wen Jiaojiao's hair that was hanging down on one side, her eyes full of heartache, "I had no choice. I had to continue taking the medicated diet today, but I had to talk it over with Dr. Xu to let Jiaojiao have such a meal."
Wen Jiaojiao almost shed tears while eating these delicious meals. For this one meal, she had to eat more.
Qi Yao picked up a chicken drumstick and put it in Wen Jiaojiao's bowl, "Come on, Jiaojiao, let me give you the drumstick."
Wen Jiaojiao was grabbing a chicken leg and chewing it when he saw a tall figure entering the hall. The female family members eating in the main hall saw King Qing'an coming to the female family members' table, and they all whispered in low voices.