After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 178 The courtier can only cook, but can't write poetry

It's the day of departure.

Wei Zi and Wei Feishan were in the same carriage, and when passing by the market, Wei Feishan suddenly stopped the carriage, lifted the curtain, and said to the side of the road with a smile: "Miss Xiao has been waiting for a long time, come up quickly!"

Wei Zi raised his eyebrows slightly.

Soon, Xiao Dujuan climbed into the carriage.

She has dressed up carefully today, smelling a strong fragrance of flowers, wearing a pomegranate red skirt, hairpin flowers at the temples, and very gorgeous makeup, but it's a pity that her appearance can only be called delicate and cannot bear such heavy makeup.

"Sister Crimson Fan!"

Xiao Dujuan greeted warmly, deliberately ignoring Wei Zi.

She sat beside Wei Feishan and held her arm affectionately: "Sister Feishan, although we only met a few times, I am absolutely sure that you are the kindest girl in the world! And look down on me, and don't have any prejudices about family status, it's just a clean stream in the capital! Unlike some people, who look down on people with dog eyes and think that being a young lady is great!"

As he spoke, he squinted at Wei Zi, the whites of his eyes almost turned up to the sky.

Wei Feishan smiled, and said softly to Wei Zi: "She is my sister's former sister-in-law, I think your relationship should be very good. I invite her to participate in today's poetry meeting, will my sister not be unhappy?"

Wei Zi lowered his head and blew on the tea soup in his hand: "I don't care."

Wei Feishan secretly sneered.

I heard that Xiao Dujuan often bullied Wei Zi when he was in Shanyin County.

She deliberately invited Xiao Dujuan, she didn't believe that Wei Zi would be indifferent, but she was just trying to maintain her demeanor.

Wei Zi took a sip of tea, and suddenly raised her beautiful peach eyes: "By the way, you know, I have already given up on the past, and even my grandmother and father often told me not to associate with people from the past. Since it is my younger sister Xiao Dujuan was invited, so my younger sister should also take care of her, after all, I have to avoid suspicion. My younger sister will not be unhappy, right?"

Wei Feifan choked, with some resistance in his heart.

She glanced at Xiao Dujuan out of the corner of her eye, the young girl's demeanor was very vulgar, even Xing'er beside her couldn't compare.

She invited Xiao Dujuan to embarrass Wei Zi, so she didn't want to waste time with such lowly people!

She squeezed the round fan tightly, facing Xiao Dujuan's expectant eyes, she could only barely maintain her demeanor: "Naturally, naturally..."

The carriage of the Duke of Zhen Guo's Mansion quickly drove to the gate of the city and joined the others.

Xiao Dujuan couldn't help poking his head out of the car window to look around, exclaiming from time to time: "Wow! Sister Feishan, the car in front is the car of His Royal Highness?! Wow, Sister Feifan, this carved flower, this golden Sui, this palace lantern is so extravagant and beautiful! It is indeed from the imperial palace! When I can sit on it for a while, I am really willing to die!"

Wei Feifan: "..."

Her expression was slightly distorted, and her fingers pinching the fan turned white.

Is there something wrong with this woman? !
What's the fuss about this kind of thing, didn't she realize that everyone was secretly looking at her? !
She yelled and yelled, why didn't she call Wei Zi's name instead of hers? !

Is it because you don't feel ashamed enough, so you want to drag her along to make yourself ashamed? !
Murong's carriage passed by.

Murong Xiangxue opened the curtains, looked at Wei Feishan with a smile, and said yin and yang: "Sister Feishan's guest is really special."

After all, walk away.

Feeling ashamed, Wei Feifan closed the curtains and ordered Xiao Dujuan, "Be quiet!"

Xiao Dujuan bit her lip aggrievedly, but suppressed her curiosity, and obediently sat back in her seat.

Wei Zi lowered his eyes and smiled.

Wei Feishan's calculations are really too shallow.

She didn't even bother to get in.

suburbs.

Zhou Xianyang chose a relatively clean and flat hilltop, and ordered his attendants to spread brocades on the floor, and spread out the sandalwood carved tables and chairs they brought, while the maids were busy bringing pens, ink, paper and inkstones, fruit plates and pastries from the carriage. , for a later banquet.

Murong Xiangxue stroked the expensive and delicate silk skirt in disgust: "Isn't it good for us to write poems in a palace full of gold and jade? Why do we come to such a place? It's so dirty!"

Several ladies in the boudoir who had been friends with her nodded one after another, and Jiao Didi frowned.

"You don't understand." Wei Feifan pointed to the north, "Look, that is the Dace River. Only when we see the river flooding and the people displaced, can we write better and more meaningful stories. poetry."

"oops!"

Murong Xiangxue suddenly covered the back of Bai Nen's hand, and her eyes were red with grievance: "I was bitten by a mosquito, it was so painful and itchy! Wei Feishan, I have never been bitten by insects and ants since I was a child, look at the good place you picked ! If there is a scar, my mother will definitely find you to settle the score!"

As if they were facing a formidable enemy, the young ladies hurriedly protected Murong Xiangxue, for fear that she would be bitten again by insects flying from somewhere.

Zhou Xianyang directed his attendants to light the few incense burners they had brought, and ordered people to put up screens around them, and said with a smile, "It's all over now, we won't be disturbed by insects and ants anymore. Sister Xiangxue doesn't need to worry too much, it's just a mosquito bag." That’s all, it will go away by itself after a while.”

Murong Xiangxue took a seat covering the back of her hands, still unhappy.

Wei Feishan secretly scolded "hypocritical", and said with a smile on his face: "Since everything is prepared, let's start composing poems now. With this flood as the theme, there is a time limit of two hours, and each person must hand in two poems." Seven laws and one poem. If anyone can’t write it, they will be punished with three bowls of wine. Anyone who writes excellent poems will be compiled into a book and asked to be published by the official bookstore and sold to the north and south. Do you have any objections?”

Zhou Xianyang asked: "Fan'er, who will be the judge of this poem?"

"I propose to ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be the judge." Murong Xiangxue said softly, "The Crown Prince has always been obedient to us, and he is very fair and honest. He is the perfect judge!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Anyway, the Crown Prince camped on the mountainside, so it was very convenient to find him.

After the discussion was completed, all the young masters and young ladies took up their pens one after another, racking their brains to come up with some good poems.

Wei Ziduan sat in the corner, drinking tea quietly.

Why do you want to see what the flood is like with your own eyes? Now Jinping is surrounded in all directions, and all you can see is the leaden gray sky above. What good poems can these pampered young ladies and gentlemen who are well-fed and well-clothed rely on imagination?
I'm afraid that most of the people who came here today are just moaning without illness to join in the fun.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at the crowd.

Wei Feishan and Murong Xiangxue competed with each other, and they didn't know if they had prepared poems in advance, and it was only after an incense stick that they had already started to write.

Some playboys and ladies who are too lazy to study put their brushes on their lips and look up at the sky and sigh. Obviously, they can't find a few drops of ink after searching their stomachs. Finally, they just give up and eat and drink, determined to think about articles after eating and drinking.

Xiao Dujuan held the brush reservedly, but her eyes wandered restlessly on those princes. When she saw Zhou Xianyang showing courteousness to Wei Feifan, she barely concealed the envy on her face, which showed that she was not here for poetry.

"Why don't you write?"

The clear and cold sound came from the ears.

Wei Zi looked at Zhou Xianji who didn't know when he was sitting over, and said, "Your servant can only cook, but can't compose poetry."

(End of this chapter)