There is a kind of person who cannot get good things for herself and cannot see good things for others.
Stepping into the Baicao Garden, everyone's attention had shifted from Feng Qingchen to Wang Jinling, and everyone was surrounding Wang Jinling. But when Miss Wen raised her head, she saw Feng Qingchen and Wang Qi whispering, with smiles on their faces.
It solidified immediately.
According to the procedure of the poetry meeting, everyone should go to Huiwen Pavilion at this time, taste wine, discuss poems, enjoy themselves, and choose today's leader. But just when everyone was about to step into Huiwen Pavilion, Miss Wen had a bad intention.
Said: "Feng Qingchen was late today. According to the rules of the poetry meeting, he must be punished. Didn't everyone just say that he would be punished with drinking and poetry?"
Because of her words, everyone stopped again, and a few good people also shouted: "Yes, yes, yes, we must be punished, we must be punished. The poetry meeting has been held so many times, but no one has ever been late. Penalty poems,
Penalty poem, punish her to write an impromptu poem."
Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, Miss Wen raised her lips slightly and said to Wang Jinling: "Young Master, everyone talks about punishment. Look..."
"She should be punished for being late, lest she lose her memory." Wang Jinling said with a smile. The intimacy and endearment in his tone were something that no one could ignore. The few people who had just made trouble felt a little uneasy and quietly backed away.
They didn't dare to offend the eldest son.
Miss Wen bit her lip and suppressed the bitterness in her heart. "Now that the eldest son has spoken, Miss Feng, you can no longer refuse."
Today, if Feng Qingchen doesn't make a fool of himself, how can they be willing to do so?
"Miss Feng..." Someone called again, but still no one responded.
"Where are the people? Where are Feng Qingchen's people? Don't scare them away."
After saying that, he burst out laughing...
You said something to me, it seemed that it was fun to watch Feng Qingchen make a fool of himself.
Feng Qingchen and Wang Qi had been behind the crowd and had not noticed what was going on in front of them at all. They were talking about rebuilding the cabin.
The last time the cabin was built, it was basically Wang Qi who took care of it. In order to avoid detours, Feng Qingchen asked in advance until the people around him found out and pushed the two of them out.
"Here, here, Feng Qingchen is here."
Everyone was pragmatic and made way for Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wang Qi: Someone is causing trouble for me, don't blame me for going too far.
Wang Qi looked at him and said, "Feng Qingchen, you are such a troublemaker. If you destroy my brother's poetry gathering today, I will destroy your wooden house."
Feng Qingchen smiled and said nothing, and walked to the center of the crowd. Following her steps, the hem of her skirt flew up, and the hair hanging on her chest also swayed, making people couldn't help but reach out and want to grab it.
Flying hair.
With dark hair and red clothes, she is indescribably romantic and wanton, which is stunning.
Several young masters, looking at Feng Qingchen like this, just stood there blankly, unable to regain their consciousness for a long time.
When the people around him saw this situation, they immediately pulled him back and warned him quietly: "You don't want to live anymore. You have forgotten what happened at the city gate. Do you want to become the second Young Master Yan?"
Mr. Yan, the son of the former governor of the imperial city, teased Feng Qingchen, but was kicked by Feng Qingchen and became an eunuch.
"Feng Qingchen, you are late today." Miss Wen stood on the steps and looked at Feng Qingchen condescendingly, like a superior emperor.
"Then what?" Feng Qingchen asked disapprovingly, the smile on his face making Miss Wen a little uncomfortable.
You don't have to stand tall to have enough momentum.
For example, Nine Emperors Uncle.
Even if you stand on the roof, facing Uncle Nine Emperors, you will feel as humble as the dust beneath your feet.
"Then, of course, you will be punished." Miss Wen said calmly, feeling as if she was being led by Feng Qingchen.
"Penalty? What punishment?" Feng Qingchen responded cheerfully.
She just wanted to get rid of these troublesome things as soon as possible, and then find a place to chat with Mrs. Xie. If she was invited here today, there must be something going on.
Of course, the main reason was that the protagonist of today's poetry meeting was Wang Jinling, and she didn't want to steal Wang Jinling's limelight again.
"You are punished with poems, you are punished with composing poems, and you are also punished with wine. It is not beautiful to have poetry but not wine." The young masters started making a fuss, clapping their hands one by one and making a fuss.
Poetry party, poetry party.
It’s really...no poetry but no joy.
Feng Qingchen looked at this luxurious young master from an aristocratic family. For some reason, he remembered that he broke his head but almost died because he had no money for treatment.
Then I thought about the images of modern officials who earn tens of thousands for a meal, and some children in the valley wearing only a single coat in the middle of winter, shivering from the cold.
Feng Qingchen never thought that she was a kind person, but now her eyes felt a little sour. Looking up at the blue sky, Feng Qingchen told herself not to think too much, because those things had nothing to do with her...
But her behavior, in the eyes of everyone, means that she cannot write a poem and is running away.
Of course, Miss Wen would not let Feng Qingchen go, and said proudly: "What? Miss Feng can't write it? I think so. You can find someone to write the poem about entering the Baicao Garden in advance, but that's not possible now."
It is an unwritten rule in this aristocratic family to write poems for entering the garden in advance, or find someone to write them. After all, everyone knows the poems for entering the garden, but they will not say them out so directly.
Everyone glanced at Miss Wen and shut up obediently, for fear of getting involved in this matter.
Wang Jinling smiled and shook his head, but said nothing.
Wang Qi asked him in a low voice why he didn't help.
Wang Jinling said confidently: "Feng Qingchen doesn't need it. What I have to do is to publicize today's talent for her and make her even better."
Feng Qingchen really didn't want to talk to these ladies from aristocratic families who didn't know the sufferings of the world, but her life circle and career meant that she had to deal with these people.
It's not that she is snobbish, but that only these people can make a big deal.
Although the height of the geographical location cannot determine a person's momentum, standing high up makes Miss Wen obviously more powerful. Feng Qingchen didn't want to do what she wanted (5), so she stepped up the steps and walked towards Miss Wen.
"What are you going to do?" Miss Wen family was startled by Feng Qingchen's aggressive momentum and quickly calmed down.
"Composing a poem? Aren't Miss Wen going to punish me?" Feng Qingchen walked up to Miss Wen, stopped for a step, and then continued walking up.
"Mrs. Xie, Miss Wen insists on punishing Qingchen by writing a poem. Qingchen dare not disobey." If she didn't write the poem about peonies, she would have asked someone to ghostwrite it.
She doesn't have to worry about these, but...
That poem was written and written by Wang Jinling himself. When the time comes, it will not only damage her reputation, Feng Qingchen, but also the reputation of Wang Jinling...
Reputation is not important to her, Feng Qingchen, but to Wang Jinling, it is the foundation for his establishment in the family.