147 The name is beautiful, but it's just passing by
"My eldest son, you look down upon Qingchen."
Seeing Wang Jinling's serious and determined look, Feng Qingchen suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
Do these people think so highly of her?
Uncle Nine Emperors, Wang Jinling, made exceptions for her one by one. Is today a good day? People who don't know about it would think that this poem meeting is just for her, Feng Qingchen.
Wang Jinling smiled lightly and said nothing, and the hand holding the pen was unusually firm.
He couldn't do much for Feng Qingchen, so even if there was a slight possibility, he would not give up.
The two looked at each other in silence, but others couldn't wait any longer.
"Miss Feng, the eldest young master writes for you. This honor is unique in the world. What are you waiting for? Is it possible that Miss Feng thinks that the eldest young master is not worthy of writing for you?" Miss Wen raised her head high and took it directly.
Look at people with your chin.
She is not afraid of Feng Qingchen. She has nothing shameful and no old illness.
Feng Qingchen immediately lowered his face and opened his slightly squinted eyes, his eyes as sharp as knives.
"Ms. Wen's words are really hard to understand. If you don't mean that this honor is unique, how can you not deserve it?"
She is a protective person.
Speaking of her, she could tolerate it for a while, but speaking of the people around her, she couldn't tolerate it.
"In that case, what are you waiting for, Miss Feng? Look, not only the eldest son is waiting for you, but there are so many of us standing here waiting for Miss Feng. Doesn't Miss Feng feel that there are so many of us?"
"Waiting for you alone is too much of a mobilization of troops?" Miss Wen was completely unforgiving and once again aroused everyone's anger towards Feng Qingchen.
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, several ladies' expressions turned evil.
They were standing outside the garden not to wait for Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen didn't have such a great reputation, but it would be too embarrassing to leave now.
For a time, they were in a dilemma, and they all blamed Feng Qingchen.
"Miss Wen, why are you trying to incriminate yourself? The ladies and gentlemen here have nothing to do with Qingchen. This is just a coincidence. Miss Wen, please remember that you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything random.
Be careful of trouble coming from your mouth." Miss Feng warned.
"Don't worry, Miss Feng. This is the Baicao Garden Poetry Club, not an alley. Don't worry about what we will spread. Miss Feng should compose a poem as soon as possible so that we can see your talent and learning. This is not the case.
Anyone can do it." Miss Wen's eyes were filled with contempt.
She didn't believe that Feng Qingchen could write a poem at all. Even if she found someone to write one in advance, she could force him to reveal his true form.
The Young Master of the Wang Family is not something Feng Qingchen can climb up to. Don't think that just because you can cure Young Master Wang's eye disease, you can climb up to the Wang Family.
The Wang family, the head of the aristocratic family, would never accept a woman like Feng Qingchen.
Letting Feng Qingchen appear in this poetry meeting is the failure of this poetry meeting.
"That's right, that's right, if you don't know how to write poetry, it's better to leave as soon as possible. Don't think that Uncle Nine Emperors sent you here because you are special. Don't talk about you. It's just Uncle Nine Emperors who can't write poems about flowers and plants.
You can’t even enter the Herb Garden.”
"Feng Qingchen, if you don't have this talent, just leave as soon as possible. This is a poetry gathering, not a princess's peach blossom banquet. Anyone can enter."
As soon as the news of what happened at the Peach Blossom Banquet came out, it became the talk of the noble family's contempt for the new nobles of the court.
In particular, the scandal of Princess Wu'an's misbehavior and miscarriage made women from aristocratic families look down on those wealthy officials, thinking that they all have appearances, but in fact they behave vulgarly and do not understand etiquette.
Although Feng Qingchen was the one who made the whistleblower, Feng Qingchen is also of that type. In addition, Feng Qingchen is in the limelight today, so how can anyone like him?
The voices of the women's crusade became more and more intense, and Wang Qi shook his head.
This Feng Qingchen is indeed capable, easily arousing public anger, and even causing the demeanor of a woman from an aristocratic family to fail in front of her.
He quietly asked Feng Qingchen with his eyes if he wanted to help. Although it would be embarrassing, it was better than being kicked out of the poetry club...
Feng Qingchen shook his head slightly and assumed a no-problem posture.
Among those present, the only one who believed she could compose a poem about flowers was probably Wang Jinling.
She really didn't understand why Wang Jinling believed in her so much.
In this case, she, Feng Qingchen, could not let down the trust of the other party. If she could not compose a poem about flowers, she would memorize one. After all, she could not let Wang Jinling down...
"Master, listen carefully."
Feng Qingchen's loud voice did not stand out in the commotion, but it strangely made the girls silence themselves and prick up their ears, waiting to see Feng Qingchen's joke.
Feng Qingchen closed his eyes and walked a few steps in place before slowly speaking: "The peonies in front of the court have no character, and the hibiscus on the pond is pure and unloving. Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom."
Wang Jinling was startled at first, but after he came to his senses, he immediately waved his pen and wrote down each word.
After Feng Qingchen finished speaking the last word, Wang Jinling also stopped writing.
"Pa." Wang Jinling threw away the pen, picked up his handwriting, and said "Okay, okay, okay" three times.
good!
It is indeed good. The eldest son said it is good, so how can it be bad.
The young masters looked at Feng Qingchen with a more profound look in their eyes, while the noble ladies turned green and white.
Wang Jinling said hello first, can they say no?
But they refused to cooperate. They just kept silent and refused to agree.
This is the consequence of committing public outrage.
Xie San stood up quickly and said with a smile: "Master, are you praising your poetry or your calligraphy?"
Xie San was really happy for Feng Qingchen. He didn't expect that this woman who didn't understand etiquette and was leaning against the doorpost could really speak well.
Facing the sincere admiration of Xie San, Wang Qi and others, Feng Qingchen's ears turned slightly red.
She just recited a poem, which really made her feel a little guilty.
"Of course the poems are good, and the calligraphy is even better." Wang Qi stepped forward and showed the calligraphy on Wang Jinling's hand to everyone, and also turned everyone's attention to Wang Jinling.
Perhaps because of the breath in his heart, Wang Jinling's calligraphy was completely beyond his level. Those two lines of cursive writing were like a dragon, leaping on the paper.
"Good word." Although Feng Qingchen didn't understand it, he could see that there was a spiritual energy in the word, which made people couldn't help but look at it again and again.
"Good words, good words. They say that the Young Master of the Yun family is worth a fortune. I think the word eldest son is even worse than the Young Master of the Yun family." As the host of the poetry meeting, Mrs. Xie spoke decisively, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
The focus of the poetry meeting is still on Wang Jinling, which is good.
If all the limelight today is taken away by Feng Qingchen, this poetry meeting will really fail. As the organizer of the poetry meeting, she will not look good.
The young masters present, none of them were transparent, stepped forward to surround Wang Jinling and praised him again. Seeing this, Feng Qingchen quietly retreated outside the crowd.
It's enough to be in the limelight. Taking the limelight will always make people dislike you.
"Feng Qingchen, you look really good in the way you are dressed today." Wang Qi also retreated, pulling Feng Qingchen and murmuring in a low voice.
"Am I usually ugly?" Feng Qingchen glared at Wang Qi angrily.
Wang Qi quickly explained: "No, it's just that the way you dress today shows all your advantages. Normally you wear cotton clothes, which are usually tight."
"It's usually just for convenience. I can't be too embarrassed by coming to the Poetry Festival today." Feng Qingchen didn't bother to tell Wang Qi. The main reason was that before she left, she found that she had too few jewelry. The only set of jewelry she had was at the Peach Blossom Festival last time.
Passed it above.
She still has common sense when attending banquets, that is, she cannot wear duplicate clothes or bring the same jewelry. The daughter of a wealthy family will only wear the clothes once when she goes out.
Although she doesn't pay attention to these things, it is always bad to attend such a party and wear the same clothes and the same jewelry.
If someone finds out, they won't say you are frugal, they will only say you don't understand etiquette.
Wang Qi nodded: "That's right, you're very proud today. My eldest brother and I were worried that your lateness would make Mrs. Xie unhappy, but we didn't expect you to turn around and appear with Uncle Nine Emperors.
Feng Qingchen, you are really not an ordinary capable person. You actually asked Uncle Nine Emperors to give you a gift. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. Let me tell you, after today’s incident spreads, those noble daughters will
When we go out, there will probably be eleven broken carriages out of ten."
"Why?"
"Idiot, of course I want to meet the Nine Emperors Uncle and ride in the same car with the Nine Emperors Uncle." Wang Qi looked like you are an idiot.
Well?
"Is this possible? Uncle Nine Emperors is not that easy to talk to, and this encounter is purely a coincidence, right?" Feng Qingchen didn't believe that Uncle Nine Emperors was so kind.
Besides, this kind of thing is really rare.
"Although the possibility is very low, it is not illegal to give it a try. You don't know that these rich people can be scary when they go crazy. Just watch. When my eldest brother returns home, the gifts my family will receive will definitely be enough."
The backyard is full." Although he shook his head and sighed, Wang Qi looked proud.
"This is a good thing." Looking at Wang Jinling who was surrounded by everyone, Feng Qingchen looked a little concerned about Rong.
She knew that when Wang Jinling's eyes healed, they would be as dazzling as the moon. She was indeed right.
Thinking that Wang Jinling's eyes were cured by her, I feel a sense of accomplishment.
"Don't look at it. My eldest brother is not yours anymore. Let's go, let's go into the garden together. This Herb Garden is built on the mountain and has all the famous flowers in the world. It's worth a visit.
You are so popular today, which can be said to be a taboo of the Poetry Society. It would be okay if you have a powerful family behind you, but if you are alone, you will definitely be ostracized. When you enter the garden later, don't talk to those people.
"Banji, let me show you around. Although there are no peonies this season, other flowers are also good."
"Okay." Feng Qingchen accepted happily.
"However, you don't have to worry too much. With my eldest brother writing for you, the poem you composed today will definitely spread. If the Wang family adds fuel to the fire, your name as a talented girl will definitely ring in the imperial city. Then we will see what happens.
Who dares to tell you what happened before?" Wang Qi motioned Feng Qingchen to follow him forward.
"I can't afford to be a talented woman." She felt really guilty.
"Whether you deserve it or not, your talent and reputation are better than your previous reputation," Wang Qi said angrily.
This Feng Qingchen mistook his eldest brother's good intentions for nothing.
"So what about a talented name? What about a beautiful name? It's just a passing moment, why do you care about it?" Feng Qingchen smiled disapprovingly and stepped into the Herb Garden with Wang Qi.
The two were preparing to find an opportunity to avoid the crowd, but they didn't want to...
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