After the clearing, I became the soft bag of the fourth master

Chapter 12 Make Friends
Although Wu Ling's heart is clear, but Li Fangfujin was caught off guard with this move and had to let Wu Ling follow her to do a complete set of scenes.

Wu Ling got up: "This concubine is stupid."

But get up, where do you sit?

She used to sit next to Geng Gege, but Wu Ling looked at Geng Gege, she kept tilting her head, chatting and laughing with the concubine at the side, she didn't want Wu Ling to sit over at all.

Thinking about it, Geng Gege and Li Fangfujin are all the same way, just to embarrass Wu Ling.

Stand where you are, in a dilemma.

At this moment, Song Gege, who had been sitting quietly next to Fujin, coughed twice, and then sent his maid Liu Er to take a seat next to him.

She didn't say anything, but the meaning was clear.

Wu Ling hurried over to sit down, and whispered to Song Gege, "Thank you."

Song Gege didn't speak, she just smiled lightly, and then continued to cough for a while.

Di Fujin asked: "Sister Song's illness, is it still not cured?"

"I've already drank three decoctions, and my symptoms have eased a lot, maybe I'm getting better soon." Song Gege responded, his movements were always weak and weak.

But Wu Ling watched from the side, Song Gege's face was flushed, his body was weak and sweating, and he didn't seem to be recovering.

. . .

After Yinzhen took his seat, the banquet began.

Today's main course is mutton, Wu Ling is not very interested, she only eats some vegetarian dishes, Sifu Jin and Song Gege are separated from her by the fourth master, she is small, and she can't see the fourth master, so she simply doesn't look at it.

At the family banquet, the one who can talk the most is Li Fangfujin. She really has a good tongue. She can say that the dead are alive, and stones can tell flowers. She always He praised Yinzhen high and said how much he admired Yinzhen.

The straight man Yinzhen was naturally very happy when he heard this.

The entire dining table is bounded by Yinzhen. On the left, Li Fangfujin and Geng Gege are chatting passionately with Yinzhen, while on the right, Di Fujin laughs with him, and Song Gege simply eats by himself.

The left and right sides are completely different scenes.

Looking at the table of people who were at odds with each other, Wu Ling knew that it was very necessary for him to make some friends if he wanted to live a stable life in this mansion.

Di Fujin?
Gentle and elegant, not surprised by favor or humiliation, this is what Wu Ling can see now, but Wu Ling also understands that everything Fujin did was for the fourth master and the royal family. At present, it seems that her heart is not in the small disputes in the deep palace. fight.

Li Fang Fujin?

No, no, Wu Ling has already drawn a big X in her heart.

What about Geng Gege?

The matter of the Wang family is still in Wu Ling's heart. Besides, Geng Gege and Li Fangfu are in the same company, so I'm afraid it's not something to provoke.

Now, there is only one person left, Song Gege and Song Wenshu.

Since entering the palace for so long, Wu Ling has never heard of Song Gege's dark history, and today, she made a seat for herself to resolve Wu Ling's embarrassment...

"Sister Song...your handkerchief fell off." Wu Ling bent down and picked up the handkerchief and handed it to Song Gege. It was a small piece of green brocade silk embroidered with poems, which looked very pretty.

Song Gege smiled: "Thank you."

"What is this handkerchief embroidered on? It's so beautiful."

Song Gege gently unfolded the veil and spread it flat on the table without leaving any wrinkles. She said, "This is Li Qingzhao's poem. You are from Hanwu, do you know this word?"

Wu Ling watched, it was Li Qingzhao who spoke slowly.

Searching and searching, deserted, desolate, miserable... The geese pass by, and they are sad, but they are old acquaintances.

She was a little puzzled, who would write such bleak words on the veil.

Wu Ling nodded: "I know a little bit."

Song Gege put away the silk with a smile, and said: "The poems in the Central Plains are profound and profound. Li Qingzhao is the poet I admire the most, a hero among women, and the most talented woman of all time."

"We, Hanwu, don't have it..." Wu Ling pursed his mouth in grievance: "I really envy the poems of the Central Plains, so I have learned some."

Song Gege was a little overjoyed, "Great, if you like poetry, can you share it with me? Although I am in my boudoir, I have read some poetry."

"Uh...ok...okay."

. . .

"What are you talking about, so happy?"

Yinzhen was entangled by Li Fangfujin, glanced at Wu Ling from the corner of his eye, and saw her smiling happily, his bright smile couldn't help but warmed his heart.

"My concubine and Sister Song are chatting about poetry in the Central Plains." Wu Ling answered truthfully.

Li Fangfujin was afraid that Yinzhen's attention would be attracted by Wu Ling, so he hurriedly said: "Today, the two younger sisters seem to be in a good mood, so why don't we have a drinking order together?"

"Okay." Geng Gege agreed, she and Li Fangfujin looked at each other and smiled, in the impression that Han Wu and those lower Liba people don't know poetry...

Li Fangfujin took Yinzhen's arm, squeezed his throat and said: "Master, if you say a key word, the concubines will recite poems with this key word as the theme, how about it?"

"That's right." Yinzhen was very interested. He raised his head and saw a plum blossom on the hairpin on the left side of the head of the Wuling flag.

"Come here." Li Fangfujin asked first: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone."

These five-character quatrains are well-known to every household, and even children can recite them for a while, but they are still a bit of a problem, and there is nothing wrong with them.

Afterwards, everyone's eyes turned to Fu Fujin, who put down his bowl and chopsticks, and thought for a moment: "There are plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and people have spots on their temples at the end of the world."

Then, it was Geng Gege: "Mei Xu is three points inferior to Xue Xue, but Xue is inferior to Mei Yi Duanxiang..."

Song Gege is still reciting Li Qingzhao's poems: "The warm rain, the clear wind and the first thaw, the willow eyes and the plum cheeks, already feel the spring and the heartbeat."

After a round, I finally arrived at Wuling.

"Oh~" Li Fangfujin pretended to cover his mouth: "Master, I forgot about it. Sister Wu is from Hanwu, so she doesn't know poetry. It's not my fault. If you can't be safe, how can you learn poetry and songs?"

Wu Ling just sneered at Li Fangfujin's words, and then said casually: "It's already dusk to worry about alone, and it's wind and rain."

He also said: "The jade bone is full of worry and mist, and the jade posture has its own fairy style."

Again: "Sparse shadows slant horizontally, water is clear and shallow, dark fragrance floats at moon dusk."

"Okay." Yinzhen was a little pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect that Wu Ling, who is usually soft and soft, still has a lot of ink hidden in his stomach. He was not stingy with his praise: "Three lines of poetry, every sentence has no plum blossoms, but every sentence Not far from the plum blossoms, it’s a good pick.”

This time, Yin Zhen looked at Wu Ling differently.

With Yinzhen taking the lead, everyone fined them with alcohol one after another. Li Fangfujin failed to dig a hole, but instead let her show off, and was already out of breath. She drank too much strong wine and choked herself.

After a few rounds, Song Gege beside her seemed to be drunk, her cheeks were red, she was leaning on the edge of the table, her body crooked.

Di Fujin looked at it, and said: "Liu Er, go and help your Gege go back to rest."

"Yes…"

(End of this chapter)