Divine Doctor Poison Concubine: Miss Waste

Chapter 21
Xia Qingge gave a thumbs up in his heart!Compared with other young ladies, she is fast enough, thick-skinned, and aggressive enough!Sturdy!

"Miss, you're being polite. It turns out that the lady is the second miss of the Xia family. I have heard for a long time that the lady is talented, and seeing her today really lives up to her reputation."

Liang Jiaying saw that Feng Shizi had noticed her, but she didn't expect to be snatched away by Xia Yuhan again, so she could only stamp her feet secretly.

"It made the prince laugh, I don't know why the prince came to the mansion today?"

Feng Feilang smiled gently, and his affection for Xia Yuhan increased even more.

"Today, I was ordered by my grandmother to visit my old aunt, and to see that she is in good health. I have just been here and am about to return home."

Li Xinrou glanced at the two of them with an ambiguous expression: "Today we are destined to be with Mr. Feng, why not let Mrs. Liang and Ms. Xia's poems be appreciated by Mrs. Feng later?"

At this time, everyone looked at Xia Qingge who had been silent all the time with contempt, and when Feng Feilang heard Miss Xia, he unconsciously looked at Xia Qingge.

"It turned out to be the eldest lady of the Duke's Mansion, Qing Shu is very polite."

Xia Qingge glanced at him indifferently, with a calm expression on his face, and said indifferently: "Young Master Feng, you are welcome."

Hearing such a cold and indifferent voice, Feng Feilang unconsciously raised his head to face Xia Qingge's Shunzi, his heart twitched slightly, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

I heard rumors in the capital that Miss Xia and the Second Miss are very different, neither talented nor good-looking, and even more vulgar waste.

But when he saw her today, he had an inexplicable feeling. Her eyes were bright and deep, but with an unknown light. Although her expression was mostly hidden between the thick bangs, it was not difficult to see her indifference and coldness.

Such a woman seems to be a mist, and the revealed image allows you to see clearly, but when you want to reach out to grab it, you find that everything is an illusion.

Feng Feilang didn't expect that he would have such a deep inquiry into a woman, he couldn't help being startled, and hastily averted his eyes.

Xia Yuhan saw it, and thought that Feng Feilang was disgusted by Xia Qingge's unsightly appearance, so he couldn't bear to look at it.

She hastily pretended to be very magnanimous and calm and said helplessly: "Your Majesty laughed at me. My sister is often in the mansion and doesn't often see outsiders, so she is a little neglectful in her appearance. Please forgive me, Mr. Feng."

Feng Feilang's eyes flashed brightly, he took a new look at Xia Yuhan, and then said with a faint smile: "It's okay, the relationship between people is based on the heart, not the outside."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Xia Qingge again, and the latter looked at a pool of spring water indifferently as if nothing happened.

When Xia Yuhan heard it, her heart was visibly paused, and then she remembered Feng Feilang's famous reputation as "Mr. Ruyu", which means the cool and pure aura like jade.

Thinking of this, she seemed to understand the intention of Feng Feilang's words, which was only for her own reputation.

"Sir said yes."

Liang Jiaying stood aside and saw them talking so harmoniously, feeling jealous in her heart.

He secretly hated Xia Yuhan for stealing her limelight.

"Sister Han'er, don't just talk too much, our poem fighting feast is not over yet, and Mrs. Feng is honored to judge for us today, so don't waste other people's time."

Liang Jiaying said it very tactfully on the surface, but she was already screaming in her heart, it's my turn—it's my turn!

A trace of gloom flashed across Xia Yuhan's face, and then he returned to his original appearance. He smiled sweetly at Feng Feilang and said, "Then Mr. Feng is here to judge all the sisters."

Feng Feilang returned a faint smile, his already handsome and elegant face was even more flawless like pear blossoms.

"It is my honor."

Liang Jiaying's brows and eyes were full of joy. She walked to the front of the desk and wrote: "Peony Beijing Luoyan, I will meet my new neighbors. Once rewarded in front of the bottle, I will be reborn and filled with spring. Decline and glory keep ideas, deep and shallow. The orchid chamber, the faint fragrance attacks people."

Liang Jiaying almost finished it in one go, it seems that she has been brewing in her heart for a long time, she put down the pen and turned to face Feng Feilang behind her slightly.

"Feng Shizi's talent is beyond the reach of a little girl, and it is a great blessing for my little girl to be judged by the prince today."

Feng Feilang still looked like a modest gentleman, and he turned to Liang Jiaying and said: "Miss Liang, you are welcome."

"Then please take a good look at sister Jiaying's poems." Xia Yuhan also interjected in time, as she had already read Liang Jiaying's poems before.

I am certain in my heart that her poems are definitely not comparable to my own poem about plum blossoms.

Feng Feilang nodded towards the crowd, then looked down at the poems on the desk, and after reading them carefully, he turned and said to the people present.

"Miss Liang's poem takes peony as the theme, and expresses the crown of the peony very well. The peony originally means wealth and honor, and this poem embodies the nobility of the peony in the code language. It is indeed worthy of consideration." It's a good poem."

Hearing Feng Feilang's praise, Liang Jiaying's face was full of joy, but she spoke very modestly.

"Young master is wonderful."

"Miss Liang doesn't need to be humble. It's just a matter of fact. It's really a good poem for appreciating flowers."

"Sister Liang's poems are really good. Even Prince Feng praised her, so is it false?" Jin Huixin also praised hurriedly.

"Yes, sister Jiaying not only writes excellent poems, but also has excellent talent."

Just when everyone said that they wanted to praise Liang Jiaying to the sky, an extremely indifferent voice came out, breaking up the extremely harmonious atmosphere in front of them.

"Hehe, may I ask Mr. Feng, Miss Liang's poems are better? Or my second sister's poems are better?"

Hearing Xia Qingge's curious question, different looks flashed across the faces of the ladies, but most of them were contemptuous and sarcastic.

Li Xinrou was the first to speak: "It turns out that Qing Ge'er sister is quite interested in our conversation, hehe, is it that Qing Ge'er sister is also in a hurry to come forward and write a good poem for everyone to see?"

Xia Qingge smiled lightly, and looked at Feng Feilang in a blink of an eye: "It is really rare to invite Feng Shizi to comment on the poems of all the ladies today. Although I am not very interested in poems and songs, I am willing to listen to this talented man from the capital. What a brilliant statement."

She pretended to be very naive and continued: "Besides, ladies and gentlemen, don't you come here to fight poetry? If you want to fight poetry, there should be a leader. I listened to the poems written by the lady sitting next, Miss Yiliang and I The second younger sister's poems are the most outstanding, so I'm naturally curious about who the leader will end up with, so aren't Miss Li and Miss Jin curious?"

She just wanted Liang Jiaying and Xia Yuhan to compete for a husband. Thinking of that scene, Xia Qingge felt a little bit refreshed.

(End of this chapter)