Chapter 989

Tang Su laughed dryly: "Yes, they are our own people."

Chunyu Yue patted her forehead lightly, "Don't talk nonsense." Then he said to Yan Shisan, "San Shisan, I told you to read more, but you never listened. My wife is not my family, but an official geisha."

Tang Su smiled: "Lord Chunyu is indeed very knowledgeable."

In modern times, a wife also refers to a wife, but this was not the case in ancient times.

In ancient times, it was called a wife, and it could be called a wife, but the wife mostly refers to women such as court ladies or official geisha.

Yan Shisan blushed, but he didn't care, he laughed a few times and passed away.

He is a military commander and doesn't care about these.

Gu Yingyun listened to them coming and going, talking very lively and intimately, she was completely ignoring her.

She felt depressed, but she couldn't say anything in front of Yan Shisan.

She glanced at Peony Poetry, and suddenly smiled and said: "Miss Tang is so sarcastic about others, she must be Gao Zhiyuan, why don't you tell me, which masterpiece is yours?"

Everyone can see that she wants to hit Tang Su in poetry.

Tang Sudao: "The petal throwing is not over yet, I can't say. But justice is in the hearts of the people, and everyone knows which is better."

"Hmph, then I'll wait!"

Gu Yingyun took a deep breath in her heart, flung her sleeves, turned around and returned to her seat on the table.

Li Tong said slowly, "You're making yourself miserable, why bother!"

Gu Yingyun glanced at her: "Li Tong, tell me, who did you throw the petals to?"

"I abstain." Li Tong said indifferently, "It's very boring."

"Fake Qing Gao!" Gu Yingyun turned to talk to Yang Ying.

Yang Ying comforted her: "I read it just now, and there is a poem with fewer petals than yours, sister Gu. That must be Tang Su's. Sister Gu, you are sure to win!"

Although Gu Yingyun was happy in her heart, she maintained a calm and reserved smile on her face: "It's not interesting to win a peasant girl from the countryside. I just can't understand her shameful look, thinking that I won How remarkable is Chunyu's favor. In the final analysis, isn't it because of a pretty face?"

"Who said it wasn't?" Yang Ying was also very jealous, "A person like Mr. Chunyu is completely confused by Tang Su's pretty face. He will know later that Tang Su is just an embroidered pillow, which looks good but not useful! "

They spoke very happily, as if they had seen Tang Su being ridiculed by the crowd.

Concubine Meng Liang and the noble ladies always sat in the main seat and did not come down.

After everyone had cast their petals, aunts Wen Jing and Wen Xiu, together with a few eunuchs, counted the number of petals in each vase.

Gu Yingyun couldn't help being a little nervous, restless, looking at Tang Su from time to time.

However, to her disappointment, Tang Su was always calm, eating vegetables, drinking tea, joking with the people around him, as if he didn't take this competition seriously at all.

hateful!

Why is she so calm!
Did she think she would definitely win!

Gu Yingyun slowly squeezed the veil tightly, her knuckles turned slightly white.

Wen Jing came back with the result and handed it to Concubine Meng Liang with a smile.

Concubine Meng Liang took it and looked at it for a while, but there was no expression on her graceful and beautiful face.

She handed the paper to the lady next to her to see: "What do you think of the result?"

The ladies finished reading, and nodded one after another: "Yes, this peony poem is the crown, and it deserves it! But, I don't know which son or lady wrote it?"

(End of this chapter)

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