Dressed as a vicious stepmother, farming and raising cubs

Fengcheng, as a small city close to the capital, is most famous for its elegance.

There are many princes, nobles, officials and gentry living in the city. When these people gather together, they will naturally create some tricks.

Every spring, the Qushui Poetry Party is held in Fengcheng, where local young ladies are invited to recite poems by the stream. It is also a way of making friends in the upper class.

The Poetry Club is located at the foot of a mountain on the outskirts of Fengcheng. The location here is very advantageous and the mountains and rivers are beautiful, making it the most suitable place for doing these elegant things.

At that time, the organizer will hand out invitation letters to influential local families, and those who get them can enter just by showing the invitation letter.

Su Liu came to Fengcheng for the first time and looked around curiously.

Compared with Jade City, the prosperity here can only be said to be even worse.

Everywhere you look, there are green tiles and red walls. There are many buildings with flying eaves. The flags of shops on both sides of the road are flying high. The streets are full of cars and horses, and people are flowing in. From time to time, you can hear the penetrating voices of vendors. The cry of strength, and the neighing of flattery.

Su Liu stood on the street, feeling a little dizzy.

She wasn't originally a street freak, but the crowds on the street were so dense that it seemed like the scene was the same in every direction.

With great difficulty, she found the venue of the Qushui Poetry Club by asking around.

This place is located at the foot of the mountain. There is a Wutou portal standing at the entrance. On the lintel of the door are engraved four vigorous characters "Fengshui Villa". Behind the door, you can see a stone path leading to the mountain. On both sides of the door, there are There were several people standing dressed as waiters, responsible for checking the invitation letters of the guests.

Looking around carefully, Su Liu was even more amazed.

Around her, you can see gorgeously dressed women everywhere, with silk and satin, and dancing hair. They all exude aristocratic temperament in their movements. Each person's face is painted with exquisite makeup, some are charming, some are gentle. Gentle and generous, or impressively noble. Some ladies from wealthy families are accompanied by one or two maids.

Those young men from rich families also have a similar scene. Some of them even hold a folding fan in their hands, showing off their suave style.

Looking back at myself, I have obviously put on my best clothes and tried my best to dress up, but I still look out of place. I am dressed in a gray color. It is still somewhat believable to say that she is a maid accompanying me.

However, she did not intend to go through "formal channels" to get in. After all, she did not have an invitation letter.

As early as when she first arrived here, she carefully observed the surrounding terrain. The trail was not the only way up the mountain.

She first observed her surroundings, then turned around and entered a nearby forest.

Most of the gentlemen and young ladies were chatting with enthusiastic people, and no one noticed her movements.

What she didn't expect was that there was indeed a dirt road in the mountain forest. You could keep walking along this dirt road, or you could turn onto the main road.

Seeing that many people dressed as nobles gradually appeared around her, she knew in her heart that she was not wrong.

So she followed the flow of people forward. When she was about to reach the mountainside, someone suddenly tapped her shoulder gently.

"Hey, are you here to participate in the poetry meeting too?"

Turning her head to look, an extremely clear and beautiful face broke into her sight unexpectedly.

This person was dressed in a robe made of bud-yellow silk. He had a slender figure and stood like a magnolia flower in bud. His porcelain white skin was almost transparent in the sunlight, and his soft hair on his forehead was fluttering in the wind. Drawing an elegant arc in the air.

With such a clear and pure temperament, he is a man!

Su Liu was stunned for a moment, staring straight at the other party, and then he realized what he was doing and nodded frantically:

"Yes!" The man chuckled softly, his entire eyebrows curved into a crescent shape, and then he raised his arm, revealing the slender white hand in his robe, and gently passed over her head.

Su Liu was startled and subconsciously wanted to hide.

The person opposite took a leaf from her head and waved it in front of her with a smile:
  "In this case, you'd better pay attention to your appearance."

This leaf probably got on her when she was walking through the woods, but she didn't feel it at all!

"Thank you, thank you."

Su Liu felt extremely embarrassed, but still thanked the other party.

The man just smiled, said no more, turned and left.

Not far ahead is the venue for the Qushui Poetry Club. This is a wide open space halfway up the mountain, with an artificially dug canal running through it. It is winding and slowly follows the terrain. flowing.

Along the bank of this water channel, there are small tables one after another, each equipped with a small rattan cushion. There are also some fruits and vegetables on the table, which are used as snacks to relieve boredom.

The rules of the Qushui Poetry Society are actually the ancient Qushui Shang.

Everyone sat around the water channel, placed a lighter wine glass upstream, and let it drift along the water. Once it stopped in front of someone, the person was required to recite a poem on the spot. If he could not compose a poem, he would Three drinks are required as a penalty.

After understanding the rules, Su Liu couldn't help but feel a little happy that so many ancient poems he had memorized in modern times could finally be put to use!

Li, Du, Bai, I'm sorry!

She arrived relatively early, so she chose an inconspicuous location and sat down silently.

Observing the surroundings, it seems that today's target person has not yet appeared - the second son of the General's Mansion, Wen Shiche.

According to the investigation of Nineteenth, this person is different from other generals in the General's Mansion. He likes poetry and poetry most. He will definitely not be absent from such activities.

And compared with the other two brothers, this person is also the most leisurely one, so the chance of encountering him will be greater.

Gradually, there were more and more people in the venue.

But for some reason, many people passed by one after another behind her, but no one was sitting on either side of her, and someone could still be vaguely heard whispering.

She only heard the voices of two of them clearly:

"Who is this? He's dressed so shabbily. He couldn't have sneaked in, right?"

"You are a small family, but you really dare to come here."

With a few contemptuous sneers, the two people gradually walked away.

Su Liu was angry and a little embarrassed at the same time, because they were really right and he had indeed sneaked in.

But judging people by their appearance is too superficial!
  Finally, there were two ladies who were late and had to sit next to her because there was not enough space.

Both of them had expressions of reluctance on their faces, their bright little faces wrinkled up, and neither of them wanted to look at her again. They each chatted with the people next to them.