Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 92 Warning (2)
She thought to herself, this young girl might not be so incompetent as it was rumored outside, and telling her about those things would be a good sell.

So she asked: "Miss Song is going to the Tiancheng banquet in three days' time?"

Song Wanzhi looked peacefully: "Of course I will."

Tang Shiyue paused, and then said: "I heard from my sisters that Song Hanxiu and Miss Song Baiyi were going to challenge you that day. This year's grand feast, I'm afraid there will be at least tens of thousands of people watching the battle. If Miss loses..."

She hesitated.

But Song Wanzhi naturally knew what she meant. At other times, if you lose, you lose. At most, you will be ridiculed within the scope of Zhaodu, but Song Hanxiu and Song Baiyi deliberately chose that world. People from all over the country are watching, if they lose, their reputation will plummet.

And no one would believe that Song Wanzhi would win.

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "If you lose, you lose. It doesn't matter if you think about it."

Tang Shiyue looked at Song Wanzhi in a little surprise. You must know that in this world, people value reputation more than life.Besides, Song Wanzhi is still the daughter of the original Rong Ziyue. If she loses, the family will be ashamed.

Song Wanzhi looked at her like this, and said: "Even if I lose, the one who wins me is also a member of the Song family. The left and right are just the glory of the Song family, isn't it?"

Tang Shiyue said: "That being said..."

However, no one really regards you as a member of the Song family, because of the existence of Song Qiuxin and you are Rong Ziyue's daughter, you are destined to be compared by others.

Tang Shiyue still didn't say this in the end.

For a while, everyone fell silent.

Instead, Song Wanzhi asked, "What is Miss Tang doing?"

Tang Shiyue thought about it, and a wry smile appeared from the corner of her mouth: "What can I do? Go try on new clothes."

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "I don't really care about Miss Tang's words."

Tang Shiyue said: "What are you doing wearing new clothes? Isn't it just to sell them for a good price at the Tiancheng Banquet, I..."

She said it in one breath, and realized that she had said too much as soon as she uttered it, and she was a little embarrassed.

She is the concubine daughter of the Tang family. She grew up in the countryside and was brought back the year before last. She has no blood and no identity, but her face is more attractive. At the Tiancheng banquet, the dignitaries of Chen Guo gathered and took them away. These worthless concubines are taken out to make friends, marry with low-ranking officials, or fill in houses for those with slightly higher ranks, and the best ones can be mixed with the prince's side concubine, that is their fate.

However, she is unwilling, but what can she do if she is unwilling?

Now, her greatest wish is to be favored by a young scholar from a clean family during the Tiancheng Banquet, as long as she doesn't get mixed up in the inner house.

Song Wanzhi didn't seem to hear the resentment in these words, she naturally knew that this girl actually wanted to deal with her in some way, hoping to get benefits from it.

However, there is nothing to help.

There are some things that no one can help others.

Song Wanzhi put down the teacup, then stood up, and said to Tang Shiyue, "Miss Tang, it's almost time. Wanzhi will take my leave first."

Tang Shiyue could only sigh from the bottom of her heart, then stood up and sent Song Wanzhi out.

After watching Song Wanzhi's figure disappear into the long street, Tang Shiyue got into the carriage, rubbed his head, and thought about the Tiancheng banquet three days later.

Song Wanzhi went back with Xiaobai in her arms.

However, when she was about to reach the Prime Minister's Mansion, a carriage stopped in front of her again.

Song Wanzhi felt that today is really a good day to meet a carriage.

However, the face revealed by the curtain of the car was neither the evil spirit of Granny Wu nor Tang Shiyue's delicacy, but that of a middle-aged beautiful woman who was happy, gentle, and smiling like the mother of her own daughter. Face.

(End of this chapter)