There was a sudden silence in the crowd, and the lively sounds just now disappeared.
Wei Yutang paused while holding the calligraphy pen in his hand, and ink dripped onto the paper, adding a flaw to the painting.
Song Qinghuan looked up and saw that she was a young girl with a bun in a bun. She had a round face and wide eyes, looking innocent and cute.
It seems that what I just said was just out of curiosity.
But the look in his eyes was a bit cunning, as well as taking pleasure in others' misfortune.
Song Qinghuan could tell at a glance that she had done it deliberately, and after thinking about it, she remembered that this was Zhang Yuwei, the youngest daughter of the fourth room of the Zhang family.
Wei Yutang turned to look at Song Qinghuan, fearing that she might feel upset before he spoke, and then he heard her say: "Yes, it's me."
Zhang Yunwei frowned tightly, stopped Song Qinghuan's arm, and said with a smile: "Children are not very sensible."
Then he said to Zhang Yuwei: "Where did you hear this? Don't talk nonsense anymore."
Song Qinghuan patted the back of Zhang Yunwei's hand and smiled nonchalantly: "What's the big deal? It's just a nickname and it won't hurt me."
She bent slightly and looked at Zhang Yuwei's eyes: "But, a daughter from a high-ranking family will never take pleasure in exposing people's scars. Uncle Cheng'en's family has always been wise, but my sister must not ignore what she says just because she is young.
Regardless."
Song Qinghuan is not the kind of person who swallows her anger. If it weren't for Zhang Yunwei's face, she wouldn't have spoken so tactfully.
Although Zhang Yuwei didn't understand what Song Qinghuan said, she knew it wasn't a good word. Her face darkened and she reached out to push Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan's body was slightly bent, but this little girl looked young, but her hands were strong. If she wasn't careful, she would be pushed backwards.
Song Qinghuan thought that he was definitely going to make a fool of himself, but he never thought that a strong force on his arm would force someone to hold him up. When he turned to the side, he saw Wei Yutang looking at Zhang Yuwei with a gloomy expression.
Zhang Yuwei knew that she had gotten into trouble. When she saw Zhang Yunwei stepped forward to drag her, he pointed at Song Qinghuan and said angrily: "What qualifications do you, a concubine from a run-down prince's mansion, have to criticize me?"
Everyone present had a bad look on his face.
Zhang Yunwei has a weak temperament and has never been embarrassed by others. However, her elder brother turned red with anger and yelled: "You are outrageous."
Then he waved her hand to the mother-in-law: "Hurry up and take her back to your fourth uncle. Kneel down in the ancestral hall or copy the female ring and let your fourth uncle watch."
After saying this, he bowed his hand to Song Qinghuan and said, "Sister Song, I'm sorry. It's disrespectful for my younger sister to speak nonsense."
Song Qinghuan had already asked Wei Yutang to help him stand up, and turned away with his eyes lowered. Since she had been scolded and punished, she was even more embarrassed to say anything.
He just curled his lips and smiled: "Nothing."
Zhang Yuwei was dragged down by her mother-in-law, crying and cursing at the same time, but not a single good word was said.
The atmosphere turned cold for a moment. Wei Xiuming laughed out loud, pulled Wei Yutang over, pointed at the ink ball in the painting and laughed, "Come here, let's see how a failure here ends."
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Wei Yutang was surrounded by Wei Xiuming and several young masters of the Zhang family. He had no choice but to turn around and look at Song Qinghuan. When he saw Zhang Yunwei accompanying him, her expression remained as usual, and she was relieved.
A group of men gathered together to talk about poetry and painting, and several other girls from the Zhang family sat back in the room. No one dared to talk nonsense because of what had just happened, and they only picked out some recently fashionable clothes and jewelry to talk about.
Zhang Yunwei took Song Qinghuan to the small pavilion on the side. They lit incense inside the small pavilion. The aroma was lingering and very comfortable.
Song Qinghuan took a deep breath, took a sip of the fragrant tea offered by the little maid, and said with a smile: "If my sister lives in Kyoto for a long time, her life will be over."
Zhang Yun smiled slightly: "I don't know now, it depends on how my husband is doing this autumn."
As he spoke, the smile on his face faded again, and he sighed: "My eighth sister is the only girl in my fourth uncle's family. She is spoiled a little too much. I will talk to my eldest brother and fourth uncle later. Don't take it personally."
go."
"I didn't take it seriously," Song Qinghuan said, "If I was so angry, then the little girl would be secretly having fun."
Speaking of which, she really didn't take it to heart. She couldn't teach her children well at home, and there was always someone to help teach her when she went out. It was none of her business that Zhang Yuwei endured hardships. At most, she only got a few unpleasant words said to her.
The meat on the body is also indispensable.
Zhang Yun knew slightly that what she said was not polite, so he felt relieved and sat with her for a while before going to arrange dinner again.
The dinner was arranged in a small pavilion. There were many brothers and sisters in the Zhang family, so a screen was set up to separate male and female seats.
Zhang Yunwei is a very attentive person. He remembers what he likes and dislikes, and the banquet is well arranged.
However, the male guests were pushing cups and changing cups, chatting and laughing, but the female guests were deserted. Only the sound of clinking bowls and spoons could be heard, and the atmosphere was strange.
Song Qinghuan didn't like such a banquet, but he still stayed through the banquet halfway, using the excuse of drinking a few cups of fruit wine to dissipate the heat.
Zhang Yunwei did not dissuade her and only asked Hongyang to follow her.
Song Qinghuan got off the table, and Wei Yutang came out of the pavilion with an excuse.
The female guest here began to become active and began to speak louder.
Song Qinghuan had never been to the Zhang family's house, and he didn't dare to wander around. He only asked Hongyang to take him to a pavilion not far away to rest.
Wei Yutang had not seen Song Qinghuan again since he was surrounded by others and completed the sunset painting. He had been itching in his heart for a while, but he had not found an opportunity for a while.
Seeing her getting off the table, he followed her all the way to the pavilion. His palms were all sweaty. Just as he was hesitating whether to go up and talk to her, he heard the beauty in the pavilion chuckle.
"Brother Wei, I'm sorry, I've occupied this pavilion first. If you don't mind, we can sit down together to sober up."
They all followed him all the way, and Song Qinghuan would not be able to pretend to be ignorant no matter how much he wanted to.
Wei Yutang gave a silly laugh and walked out from behind the shade of a tree. His cheeks were rosy. He didn't know whether he was drunk or drunk. He cupped his hands and said, "That's rude."
He went to the pavilion, and Ta Xue and Hong Yang looked at each other, both smiling.
Hongyang left the pavilion and went to bring some food and wine, but Taxue stayed there.
Song Qinghuan was sitting next to the pavilion, holding a round fan in his hand, but he didn't know where he was looking with his eyes.
Wei Yutang sat down opposite Song Qinghuan. His face looked calm, but his palms were covered with beads of sweat.
After a while, he spoke: "Everything in life will not be your wish. You don't have to take anything else to heart, as long as you have a clear conscience."
Zhang Yuwei was so rude today. He was afraid that Song Qinghuan would feel bad, so he said a few words of relief.
After hearing this, Song Qinghuan retracted her unfocused gaze and looked at Wei Yutang. Although she couldn't see clearly in the dark night, her features were still gentle. She thought about it and then asked bluntly: "I am the lady of the lower hall, don't you?"
