Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 537 What to Communicate

A charming woman in a lotus-colored gold silk skirt said with a smile: "Mrs. Zhao, you are really not authentic. With such a good land, why did you wait until now to inform Mrs. Yang and me to come and have a look?"

This charming woman is Mrs. Lin, the wife of Lin Yanzhi, the current governor of Jinling.

"I seldom come to this pear garden. A few days ago, I heard that there will be a flute exchange meeting in the pear garden. The master asked me to come over to see what needs to be arranged. No, I found that the scenery here is unique, but it is a bit noisy today."

The person who responded was Mrs. Zhao, wearing a silk dress embroidered with Suzhou. Although her face was covered with a thin layer of powder, if you look carefully, you can still see the first signs of wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. She is older and her appearance is more stable. , she is the daughter-in-law of the former governor of Jinling.

Mrs. Lin, who still has her charm, smiled coquettishly: "I just like to watch the excitement. The more lively it is, the happier I will be watching it. It's better to be noisy. Usually staying in the deep courtyard is not quiet enough."

As he spoke, he purposely took a look downstairs, a pair of pretty eyes exuded a charming style, the wind was strong here, the dress was blown close to the body, and the mature and charming figure was clearly visible.

Another middle-aged lady in a rosy smoked gauze floral dress smiled and said, "Mrs. Lin, I think you are here to pick a son-in-law today."

This one is Mrs. Yang, and this Mrs. Yang is also a famous lady. Compared with the charming Mrs. Lin, she looks much more dignified.

In terms of flamboyant style, the younger Mrs. Lin is a bit better. In terms of dignity, the older Mrs. Zhao and Yang are better in terms of clothing and image.

Mrs. Zhao, Lin, and Yang are considered the top ladies in Jinling City. The ladies standing behind them need to step back in front of these three.

If the Wang family is the son of heaven in Jinling City, then the Zhao, Lin, and Yang families are the first-rank princes and nobles in Jinling City.

However, there is still an insurmountable gap between the emperor and his ministers.

No matter how high the rank is, the courtier is still a slave in front of the emperor.

The relationship between Wang, Zhao, Lin, and Yang can be compared almost like this.

The three families of Zhao, Lin, and Yang also enjoy great prestige in Jinling.

The Wang family is the unique existence in Jinling. Even looking at the world, the nine surnames and the thirteen Wangs are the second super wealthy family with the same name as the Li family.

Mrs. Lin knew what Mrs. Yang meant. She had two daughters who were not married yet. She curled up her red lips and said with a smile, "I remember that Yueyi didn't seem to be out of the court. Today, young and handsome people gathered together. How about Mrs. Yang's marriage?" You also pick a son-in-law by the way."

Mrs. Yang glanced downstairs, and smiled slightly: "Yueyi looks quiet, but her character is stubborn. As a mother, I dare not make random decisions for her."

Mrs. Lin deliberately looked at the group of daughters who were not far away, "It seems that Yueyi has not been seen."

Mrs. Yang said with a smile: "I did persuade Yueyi to come out and join in the fun, but she loves books like her life, and would rather stay at home with a few dead books. Alas, in the future, I will find a husband who also loves books. If it is good If you move a little, Yueyi's quiet temperament may make people hate you."

Mrs. Lin smiled, and thought to herself, she said clearly that her daughter was wrong, but in fact she kept praising her, but what's the use of you saying these things in front of Mrs. Zhao, the compliments won't fall into someone's ears .

Mrs. Yang smiled and said: "Mrs. Lin, Gang Ling and Zhong Ling are more lively. Women have versatile personalities and are easy to pick husbands and sons-in-law."

Mrs. Lin giggled: "Various, Mrs. Yang, what you said is really interesting. This husband is not like a jewel or hairpin. If you choose one, you can't pick it anymore. You should pick it right."

Mrs. Zhao knew in her heart that Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Yang were fighting openly and secretly, and it was self-evident who they were fighting for.

At this moment, a maid came in lightly, and whispered in Mrs. Zhao's ear.

Mrs. Zhao smiled and nodded.

After the maid left, Mrs. Lin smiled and asked, "Mrs. Zhao, what's going on? It's so mysterious."

Mrs. Yang also asked with a smile: "Could it be that Prince Wang, who has always lived in seclusion and loves to read books, also came to join in the fun? If so, I should call Yueyi over and let them have a good chat."

Mrs. Zhao looked at the two ladies with a smile, and suddenly she shifted her eyes slightly, looked towards the sky, and said with deep meaning: "I have never seen such a beautiful cloud, it is really rare."

The two ladies looked surprised, and immediately heard the meaning of Mrs. Zhao's words.

Miss Qianjin was also giggling and joking with each other. They leaned against the railing and stood aside, looking at the miserable green boys downstairs from time to time.

Which boy is not passionate, which girl is not Huaichun.

Standing in the middle are Mrs. Lin's two daughters, the eldest daughter Lin Gangling, who is eighteen years old, with a face like a full moon, beautiful and moving. At this age, her figure is already mature, slim and light, with a delicate posture.

The second daughter of the Qianjin family, Lin Zhongling, was three years younger, but she was also the embryo of a beauty. Compared with her elder sister, she was more delicate and less charming, like an immature peach.

Lin Gangling's eyes kept falling on the cool and handsome man in Tsing Yi who fanned the wind below.

This man is naturally Xie Fu, as Xiaoying said, a little green among the greenery, with a unique style.

Lin Zhongling gently rubbed against his sister's arm, and said in a low voice, "Sister, have you taken a fancy to that man?"

Lin Gangling smiled faintly: "Fresh and handsome, with a superb appearance, it is indeed hard to ignore."

Lin Zhongling grinned: "I recruited him to the mansion, how about he come to be your slave?"

Lin Gangling looked towards his sister: "Zhong Ling, don't mess around today, this pear garden is not your own yard, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Yang are both here."

Lin Gangling knows his sister's temperament, the more you don't let her do, she will do it.The more you warn her, the more she will take risks.

So these words were said very lightly.

"I'll go back to the house first." After Lin Gangling finished speaking, he turned and left, lest Zhong Ling provoke this unprovoked man.

Lin Zhongling saw that his sister was still holding a volume of books, and said loudly: "No matter how beautiful this "Treasure of Peach Blossoms" is, there is no real young master who can read it."

Lin Zhongling's words are really outspoken, but fortunately she is still young, and everyone is accustomed to her being outspoken, and finds her innocent and cute.

It's just that as soon as the Taohua Baojian came out, the ladies of the official family couldn't help thinking to themselves, Miss Lin looks quiet and dignified, does she also read this kind of silver book?

Mrs. Yang smiled at Mrs. Lin: "Mrs. Lin, does Gang Ling like to read books like "Treasure of Peach Blossoms"?"

Mrs. Lin asked suspiciously: "Mrs. Yang, what kind of book is "Treasure of Peach Blossoms"? Have you read it?"

When Mrs. Yang heard this, her face immediately flushed slightly. What a good Mrs. Lin, but you were defeated instead. I don't believe you haven't seen it.

The book "Treasure of Peach Blossoms" is not a silver book. It is about a love story between a man and a woman. The love poems in it are very beautiful, and the love story is very touching.

Reading this book is like going through a hundred lives and having a hundred loves, which makes people feel restless and restless.

Of course, compared to serious books, this kind of book that hooks the little lady's heart, even the wife's, is considered a silver book.

Seeing that Mrs. Yang was silent, Mrs. Lin giggled coquettishly: "I will go back and look for this "Treasure of Peach Blossoms" to read. Mrs. Yang's favorite book should be very tasteful."

Mrs. Yang either should or should not, and neither should nor should, so she had to shift her target, and smiled softly at Lin Zhongling: "Zhong Ling, your mother is picking a son-in-law for you, do you have someone you like?"

As an elder, Mrs. Yang, this kind of joke is harmless, but it is Mrs. Yang who said this, so it is a hidden needle in the cotton.

Lin Zhongling giggled: "Mrs. Yang, Zhong Ling is still young, but sister Yueyi is nineteen. Zhong Ling is looking for someone for sister Yueyi. Oh, I have never seen so many Mr. Fu Fen. It's really blinding me." .”

As a housekeeper, it would seem frivolous for others to say this, but for Lin Zhongling to say this, others would only think it was in line with her true temperament.

A trace of unsightlyness floated concealed on Madam Yang's face.

Mrs. Lin pretended to scold, "You damn girl."

After scolding, the conversation suddenly changed: "But Zhong Ling has always treated Yueyi as a good sister. I think she has this sincerity, that is, she is outspoken, and what she says is always not so pleasant. Alas, what is this child's temper? I can't change it, maybe in another two years, I'll settle down, it's all because I'm too spoiled and pampered her."

Mrs. Yang smiled slightly: "Then Zhong Ling should come to Yang's mansion to get closer to Yue Yi and to be quiet and quiet. As the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black."

These words are full of irony, not only Lin Zhongling, but also Lin Gangling,
Madam Lin took advantage of everything, so she gave in a step, lest the smell of gunpowder would be too strong, and replied with a smile: "Okay."

At this moment, Lin Zhongling let out a sound, and the ladies looked over after hearing the sound, only to see the silk handkerchief in Lin Zhongling's hand accidentally dropped.

The thin silk handkerchief is like catkins swinging and falling slowly.

The miserable green boys downstairs have long paid attention to the ladies and ladies on the top of the building. This is the purpose of most people coming today, but the distance between these four floors seems to be high and out of reach.

My heart has been scratched a long time ago, and seeing a silk handkerchief fall off, I cried out to God to help me.

His eyes were fixed on this silk handkerchief, and his head was involuntarily dangling along with it.

Lin Zhongling on the top of the building saw this scene like a group of lion-headed geese stretching their necks, couldn't help laughing, and recited a poem: "The geese, geese, and geese sing to the sky."

Xie Fu suddenly heard the silence around him, and asked aloud, "Xiaoying, what happened?"

Xiaoying said unhappily: "A silk handkerchief fell from upstairs."

Xie Fu snorted, because he couldn't see the scene, he couldn't think of the connection between the silk handkerchief falling and being so quiet for a while.

This thin silk handkerchief is erratic with the wind, and it is impossible to determine where it will fall when it is in the air.

Then I saw this group of miserable green teenagers like beans in a sieve, sometimes turning their heads to the left, sometimes turning their heads to the right, following the direction of the silk handkerchief, crowded together.

At this time, Xie Fu figured it out, and burst out laughing, the silk handkerchief was draped over his face, and the girl's fragrance penetrated his nose.

Seeing this, Lin Zhongling on the top of the building was so excited that he raised his fist and said yes.

Xie Fu held Sipa in his hand, and then he felt the heat in front of his eyes suddenly, and his breath was very dense.Like a herd of animals coming to beg for food.

A melodious voice floated from above: "Master, I lost the silk handkerchief, can you bring it back for me?"

Xiaoying snorted and snorted in a low voice: "Bitch, seduce my young master."

　Some readers reported that Mrs. Wang's writing was too procrastinated, and July admitted that this is a common problem in serialization, and that she couldn't read it all at once, which was as uncomfortable as squeezing toothpaste.

　　In fact, from the appearance of Mrs. Wang to the current 60 chapters, there are only about 15 words. The main reason is that I have too little time and too few updates.

　　That being the case, I will save some side details and just write the main plot directly.

　　There are about [-] characters left in Mrs. Wang's plot.

　　In addition, thank the readers for their pertinent suggestions.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)