Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 487 Yangguan
Zhao Jiahua played a piece of music called "Yangguan Sandie". It is a clear and peaceful spring day. The morning rain in Weicheng moistens the dust. The green willows in the guest house are new. I urge you to drink another cup of wine. There will be no friends when you go west of Yangguan. Frosty night and frosty morning, we travel quickly and cross the long distance. I am melancholy about my life. I have experienced hardships, hardships, and hardships. I should cherish myself. I should cherish myself.

This song is appropriate to the scene, after all, it depicts a farewell scene in spring. But it is also inappropriate to the scene, because this is not a farewell, but a gathering.

In this prosperous and cheerful prince's mansion, talking about separation and hardship always seems to carry a hint of inappropriate sadness.

If Zhao Jiahua was not showing off his skills, then he was using this method to vent his dissatisfaction to Wu Lin'er.

Zhao Wangshu glanced at Wu Lin'er, but saw that she looked normal with a faint smile on her lips. He didn't know whether she didn't realize Zhao Jiahua's intention or she didn't care.

When the song ended and no one praised it, Wu Lin'er looked at Zhao Wangshu and said, "Madam Yun, what do you think of this song "Yangguan Sandie"?
"Mrs. Hua's piano skills are better than before. The Princess has done a good job in teaching her." Zhao Wangshu's words were sarcasm.

"I can't accept Madam Yun's praise. This is all what she learned at her parents' home." Wu Lin'er shook her head, with a malicious smile on her lips.

"I haven't spent much time with her, and I don't know whether what the Princess said is true. I'll ask her when I go to the palace to see the Queen some other day." Zhao Wangshu said with a smile.

Wu Lin'er's expression froze slightly, and she then remembered that the queen's surname was also Zhao, and she was from the same clan as Zhao Wangshu and Zhao Jiahua.

The queen was imprisoned, and although she lived as if she did not exist, she was still the queen in name, the biological mother of all the princes, and Wu Lin'er's mother-in-law.

As a daughter-in-law, it is a sign of great respect for her to imply that her mother-in-law's family is like a brothel. If the queen really makes a fuss with her, she will be in trouble.

Seeing that Wu Lin'er was speechless, Cui Yunru sighed inwardly. She clearly couldn't win the argument, but she still wanted to flirt with her.

Cui Yunru was not happy with the sister-in-law who married into the Prince's Mansion, but since everyone would prosper together, she could only bite the bullet and say, "Madam Yun, please don't take the joke seriously. We were just chatting, and we dare not act rashly in front of the Queen. We have always respected the Queen's virtue."

"Grandma Wu has a clever tongue." Zhao Wangshu said with a half-smile.

Cui Yunru smiled awkwardly, "Princess, should we go see the two-color peony?"

"Yes, everyone, please come in." Wu Lin'er stood up and said, her tone a little flustered.

The corners of Zhao Wangshu's lips curled slightly, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes. This was the second time she let Wu Lin'er go.

Things can only happen once or twice, but not three times. If Wu Lin'er dares to provoke her again, don't blame her for being rude.

Everyone followed Wu Lin'er all the way to the flower room, where the fragrance was overwhelming and various flowers were vying for beauty. The most eye-catching one was the pot of carefully maintained two-color peony.

It stands out from the crowd, with half of its petals as brilliant red as the morning glow, and the other half as cool and white as moonlight. The petals complement each other, so beautiful that many people stop to watch and admire them.

Cui Yunru said in amazement: "It's really rare. I have never seen such a unique peony. The princess is really ingenious."

Someone in the crowd said, "This is the ingenuity of the gardener."

Zhao Wangshu pursed his lips to hold back his laughter, and looking around, he found that not only her, but several other ladies and girls were also trying to hold back their laughter.

Some mocked, while others praised, "This is indeed a rare beauty. Thank you, Princess, for the invitation."

After appreciating the flowers, everyone returned to the banquet hall and sat down. Someone suggested, "If you don't compose poems to describe the beauty of flowers, this flower appreciation party will definitely be inferior. In my opinion, all the girls are talented, why not take this opportunity to show your poetic talent?" The ladies echoed this suggestion, and the girls were also eager to try. The person who proposed it was originally arranged by Wu Lin'er. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "It's rare that you have such a refined taste, so I'll join in the fun. The winner will get a set of colorful glass hairpins."

As he said this, he asked his maid to bring up the prepared headgear for everyone to see.

There are six colorful glass hairpins, dazzling and bright, and each hairpin is inlaid with tiny gems.

Wu Lin'er deliberately picked up one and turned it slightly. As the light flowed, it seemed as if a rainbow was dancing gently between the hairpins. It was both luxurious and elegant, causing everyone present to exclaim in amazement.

There was a bit more determination in the girls' eyes.

Wu Lin'er smiled and said, "How about taking this two-color peony as the theme and writing a poem within one stick of incense?"

As soon as the words fell, a tense and excited atmosphere filled the banquet hall.

The maids quickly set up three small desks in the middle of the hall, on which were placed writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, as well as incense burners for measuring time.

The smoke from the incense burner curled up like a veil, adding a touch of elegance and solemnity to this impromptu poetry meeting.

The girls dispersed, some bowed their heads in deep thought alone; some sat by the window, gazing at the blooming peonies outside the window; some gathered in groups of three or two, discussing in low voices; some recited softly, pondering over the words.

The ladies were speculating on the sidelines as to who would be the winner, and the ladies who had brought their daughters to the banquet were even being modest with one another.

Cui Yunru walked up to Zhao Wangshu and asked with a smile, "Mrs. Yun, who do you think will win?"

"I'm not familiar with them, so I don't know which one of them is more talented," Zhao Wangshu said frankly.

Her son is still young and it is not time for him to choose a wife, so he doesn't pay enough attention to unmarried girls.

"Madam Yun, you are still so strict when you speak." Cui Yunru smiled slightly, "I do have some superficial understanding of these girls. The one standing by the table with the inkstone is the daughter of the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice. I heard that she has been well-read since childhood and has great literary talent. And there is the third daughter of the Zhang family over there..."

"Oh? Hearing you say that, I'm actually looking forward to it." A hint of interest flashed in Zhao Wangshu's eyes.

The incense stick burned out quickly, and the maid collected the girls' poems and presented them to Wu Lin'er.

Regardless of whether Wu Lin'er has enough talent to judge these poems, she is the host and the person with the highest status among those present, so it is only natural that the poems should be handed over to her.

"The morning glow is as red as fire, the moonlight by the window is as white as frost. The two-colored peonies compete for the beauty of spring, and one flower blooms alone, filling the whole garden with fragrance." Wu Lin'er just read out the poem without commenting.

"Half flame, half ice, the two-color flowers bloom in the spring. I don't envy the flowers competing for beauty, I stand out from the crowd."

"The morning glow reflects the snow in unparalleled color, and the peony alone dominates the spring. The love between the two flowers is inexhaustible, and I wonder if it is a fairy who has descended to Luoyang."

The girls' poems either extol the beauty of peony, or express their appreciation of flowers, or express their yearning and pursuit for beautiful things. Each poem contains their unique emotions and talents.

"The talents of the ladies are truly admirable. Each of the poems has its own merits and it is hard to tell which is better. My favorite is the line 'The morning glow reflects the snow in unparalleled color, and the peony alone dominates the spring.'" Wu Liner smiled, "Please express your opinions, everyone."