In the stands of the paddock, Wen Jiaojiao lay on the table bored, watching a group of young men from aristocratic families playing Cuju below.
On the other side were archery competitions and horse racing. Wen Jiaojiao was not very interested in these sports. She yawned after watching them for a while.
"Miss Wen San."
Wen Jiaojiao turned to look to the right and saw a young man from an aristocratic family walking in front of Wen Yanxi's seat. However, when he saw her turning her head and showing her exaggerated make-up, she immediately gave up and left.
This is the scene that Wen Jiaojiao has seen for countless times today.
Although Wen Yanxi is a concubine, she mixes well in the circle of noble ladies and is also the object of attraction for many young men from aristocratic families.
But today, in the stands of the paddock, the young men from aristocratic families looked at Wen Yanxi with a very incomprehensible look. Most of them managed to remain restrained and said a few words to Wen Yanxi before leaving.
Wen Jiaojiao remembers that in the original book, although Wen Yanxi liked the male protagonist, there was always a fanatical fan pursuing her, who could be said to be Poison Wei.
But Wen Jiaojiao can't quite remember the name of Du Wei, as he didn't appear much in the early stage.
After Wen Yanxi scared away another young man from an aristocratic family, she turned around and smiled at Wen Jiaojiao.
Those flaming red lips covered with thick lipstick smiled brightly at Wen Jiao, as if they had just eaten a child.
Wen Jiaojiao shivered, averted his gaze, and lay on the table again.
After lying down for a while, Wen Jiaojiao looked through the thin gauze curtain and saw two figures on the left side, separated from Wen Miaoran, who caught her eye.
That was Su Yilian, and beside her there was a cute and lovable girl with a bitter expression, serving Su Yilian tea.
Although she was dressed simply, she didn't look like Su Yilian's maid, and her movements and expressions were also not similar. She poured the tea very casually, and after pouring it, she directly picked up the pastries on Su Yilian's table and started eating.
Not like a noble girl from aristocratic family.
The girl grabbed the pastry and ate a mouthful of crumbs, which fell all over the table. She swept her hand and swept the crumbs to the ground.
Then she stood up and shook herself, shaking off all the debris on her body, some of which even touched Su Yilian.
Su Yilian looked at the girl with a smile, with a hint of murderous intent in her smile.
The girl looked at Su Yilian's smile, laughed, and patted the pastry crumbs on her skirt.
Then Wen Jiaojiao watched Su Yilian suppress her smile, and with a sense of helplessness, she took a handkerchief to wipe the debris from the corner of the girl's mouth.
Wen Jiaojiao was shocked. Although Su Yilian was not an only child, she was, like herself, the only legitimate daughter in the family. The other sisters were all concubines, and she hated these concubine sisters. It was impossible to be so close to her.
Moreover, Su Yilian is a person who is gentle and approachable on the surface, but extremely indifferent and rational on the inside.
Wen Jiaojiao looked carefully and saw two maids standing next to Su Yilian. One of the two maids stood next to Su Yilian and the other stood next to the girl. One of the maids was dressed more luxuriously and the other was more simple.
hiss......
Wen Jiaojiao looked at Su Yilian and then at Wen Yanxi. Why did he feel that the characters of the second and third female characters were not a little bit biased?
Wen Jiaojiao looked at Su Yilian's table again. The girl might have eaten the pastry and felt it was too dry, so she picked up the tea cup and drank directly. One cup was not enough, so she drank three or four cups.
That movement was so casual and heroic, it reminded Wen Jiaojiao of the way he would eat too spicy and drink ice water when he went out to have skewers with his friends.
Wen Jiaojiao was staring at Su Yilian's table so intently that Wen Miaoran, who was standing in the middle, couldn't help but look at her.
Seeing Wen Miaoran turn to look at her, Wen Jiaojiao said "Huh!" and withdrew his gaze.
Wen Miaoran: "......"
"The fourth young lady of the Wen family, Miss Wen."
A voice sounded above Wen Jiaojiao's head. Wen Jiaojiao turned around and saw a man standing outside the gauze curtain with his back to the light.
His face was blocked by gauze curtains, so Wen Jiaojiao couldn't see it clearly.
"I am Qi Shuo, my father is Marquis of Lingyang."
The man opened the curtain and walked in, revealing a handsome face that looked slightly childlike.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at this handsome face carefully and was sure that she didn't recognize him and had no impression of him in her mind.
Wen Jiaojiao picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. Marquis Lingyang didn’t recognize him either.
"Miss, the Marquis of Lingyang is a prince stationed in Lingnan who just entered the capital. This should be the Crown Prince of Marquis Lingyang."
Yuzhu reminded Wen Jiaojiao in a low voice from one side.
Ouch~ It turns out that she is a noble prince, so why are you looking for her?
When Qi Shuo saw Wen Jiaojiao raising her head and looking at him, she looked back and sat down cross-legged in front of her, "Miss Wen, you may not know me. I have a distant cousin who you appreciated at the Fenglin Banquet yesterday.
slapped her."
Wen Jiaojiao paused, then slowly sat up straight, looked at the young man in front of her, and thought to herself, is she here to seek justice for her cousin?
But this young man looked calm and looked at her with earnest eyes, not like he was here to seek justice.
Moreover, what he was talking about was that she slapped her cousin. The word "praise" is quite intriguing. Which brother seeks justice for his sister with such a tone and demeanor?
"What? Do you want to ask for an explanation for your cousin who came to me?" Wen Jiaojiao raised her chin, her expression showing pride.
"No, Miss Wen, don't get me wrong." Qi Shuo moved a step forward, almost sitting on the same low table as Wen Jiaojiao.
Qi Shuo looked at the girl in front of him and leaned back, feeling that he might have been a little too aggressive. He straightened his body, clasped his hands, and bowed to her, "I first met Miss Wen in the red maple forest the day before yesterday.
The girl was unparalleled in her grace and grace. Qi Shuo was delighted with her and fell in love with her, but he never found a chance to make friends with her. Hearing that my cousin had offended her at the banquet, he apologized to her on her behalf and hoped to make friends with her.
intersect."
After Qi Shuo finished speaking, he placed a beautiful box in front of Wen Jiaojiao, "This is a gift for the girl. I didn't bring many luxurious things when I came to the paddock. I hope the girl will accept it if it's a little thoughtful."
Wen Jiaojiao stared at the box for a long time before realizing that she was being confessed?
What you like in your heart, you fall in love with when you see it, oh my god, were all the ancients so straightforward?!
The old salted fish, who had never been confessed to anyone before, could not help but blush.
"Ahem..." Wen Jiaojiao picked up the tea and took a sip to calm down her shock, while covering her cheeks that were starting to turn red.
She glanced at Qi Shuo quietly through the tea cup, and then carefully looked at the young man in front of her.
She saw that he had a handsome face and a straight figure, giving people a very clean and refreshing feeling. His clear eyes looked at her, which reminded her of a dog raised by a friend. He looked like this every time he saw her.
Eyes.
Hey, it’s really cute to fix the dog’s hook and all that.
Lao Liu: "Hey! Host, please maintain your personality."
Damn you six.
Wen Jiaojiao stabilized his mind and put on a look of arrogance and disdain, "I never make friends with others, let alone a child of a family like you who is weak and childish and only knows how to have fun."
Wen Jiaojiao picked up the lines from Wen Ruyue's memory and said.
I originally thought that the young man would be embarrassed or angry, but I saw that his eyebrows relaxed and he was not unhappy at all.