Little lucky girl from the peasant family: Queen Splendid

Chapter 196

The nearby female relatives all screamed in a low voice, "Ah, the princess vomited blood!"

"Please call the imperial physician!"

Mrs. Fang, who is the head of the house, also came back to her senses, sat up straight and asked, "The princess must be exhausted too much, and the cool breeze is blowing again. Why don't you go to the flower hall to rest first, and I will send someone to invite the doctor." , it’s also good to prescribe a soothing medicinal soup for the princess.”

How could everyone not know that Mrs. Fang was trying to smooth things over for Princess Qingcheng, so they all responded, "That's right, even though it's early spring, the wind is still very cool."

Only the half-tongued concubine of the Sima family thought that the princess had won everyone's sympathy, pulled off the veil and cried again, "My poor princess, I came here to be a guest, but I was so angry that I was half dead. This is really unreasonable! Some people are clearly prepared, but they pretend to know nothing, and wait for our princess to plead before they humiliate us together, it is so vicious!"

What's more embarrassing in this world than being uncovered?That is a fig leaf that was pulled by one's own people!

Princess Qingcheng had just recovered her breath, when she heard this, she spat out another mouthful of blood.The half-toned princess didn't know that it was her credit, she screamed and wanted to say something, but she was slapped on the face by the unbearable old mother.

"Mommy, Mommy... let's go back!"

Princess Qingcheng pulled the old nanny who was about to start again, and tried her best to support her body and said to Mrs. Fang, "Thank you Mrs. Fang for inviting me, but I am not feeling well today, so I will go back to the palace. If there is any impoliteness, I hope Madam Haihan .”

After finishing speaking, she nodded with everyone as farewell, and finally supported the old mother's arm and walked towards the gate of the garden.The half-tongued princess of the Sima family had just woken up, covering her face with one hand in extreme aggrievedness, apparently still not understanding why she was beaten.But she still remembers her "camp" after all, holding back her annoyance and holding up her skirt to catch up...

The beauty like a banished fairy, elegant and proud when she came, was embarrassed and stubborn like a bird with its wings broken when she returned.

Human nature is inherently contradictory. Sometimes we are more willing to sympathize with the weak than fear the strong.

Seeing Princess Qingcheng's appearance like this, all the female relatives felt a little uncomfortable.It seems that she forgot how aggressive the princess's master and servant were just now, and only remembers Ding Wei's smiling "slap".Therefore, the few people closest to her subconsciously gave way to the outside.

Ding Wei didn't seem to know the slightest bit. The fat boy was probably a little hungry. He was playing with his purse while munching on pastries. There were some crumbs and freckles on the side of his mouth, which was very playful and cute.

Ding Wei lowered her head to wipe it off for her son, kissed him lovingly on the cheek, and said with a smile, "Son, some people say that my mother is not good at learning, so I want to teach you for my mother. Unfortunately, my mother only memorized a few poems." , that person ran away in anger. When you grow up, your mother will teach you all, a total of three hundred poems, no matter who forces you to compose poems again, we will not be afraid!"

Her voice was not too loud, but it was enough to be heard clearly by everyone.As a result, there was a continuous gasp in the field, and everyone was shocked. There are as many as three hundred such excellent poems?Is this a joke to coax children, or is it true?
Mrs. Fang couldn't pretend to be a wallflower at the moment, and when she was about to ask questions, a guard came running from the door and said, "Madam, the young master and the young masters are also here to pay a visit."

Mrs. Fang pondered for a moment, but responded, "Okay, please come in, gentlemen."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the group of female relatives and a few shy ladies, and said with a smile, "Perhaps these boys heard that we have produced good poems here, so they couldn't help but come here to join in the fun. If it's outsiders, it's fine. They are all nephews from different families, so you should meet them as your own children."

Those female relatives who didn't bring girls out naturally don't care, but the women who brought girls are more happy to have this opportunity to meet these young gentlemen. As for the few ladies, although their heads are half down, their eyes have almost moved to their ears. For fear of missing such an opportunity.After all, no one knows if any of these sons have their future husbands?
Fang Xin took a dozen sons and walked over in such a situation.

The spring breeze blew over the corners of these handsome young masters' clothes, stirring up various colors like a rainbow after the rain, which also made the faces of the young ladies turn redder and their heads hang lower.

On the contrary, Ding Wei looked at each of them generously, and finally felt that her stepbrother was the most handsome and gentle one among them, so she couldn't help but feel happy for Chu Qi.Fortunately, her family's Old General Chu has a quick eye, otherwise the position of the Fang family's daughter-in-law might not necessarily belong to anyone in the future?
Xu Shi also saw that there were a few ladies present, and the young masters were extremely respectful, and after the courtesies were thoughtful and courteous, they found their own mothers or aunts and aunts to sit down.

Among them, a tall and thin young man with a particularly bookish look in his eyes was the first to ask impatiently, "Mrs. Fang, the few poems that were passed to the front yard just now are really excellent. I don't know which lady made them. I really want to Ask a question or two."

"That's right, Mrs. Fang, we usually discuss poetry with Brother Fang, and we think that we are not bad at learning, but today we are lucky enough to hear these good poems, and I really admire them. I must pay my respects to this lady." .”

After all, the gazes of the young masters wandered around the field, as if they wanted to find out this deeply hidden poet immediately.

On the other hand, Fang Xin looked at Ding Wei with a three-point doubt in his expression. Judging from his long-term experience, as long as his righteous sister is present, if any strange things happen, most of them will not escape her. Participate.

Sure enough, Mrs. Fang smiled helplessly when she saw that the young masters were like this, "Don't read it, those poems were not written by us old women who are half buried in the earth, but from the mouth of Miss Ding of Wuhou Mansion."

"Miss Ding? Who is Miss Ding, please give me some pointers. We really want to meet this master of poetry and poetry. If we miss today, I'm afraid we will regret it for the rest of our lives and won't be able to sleep!"

The tall and thin young man was probably a fanatic of poetry, and when he heard that Mrs. Fang only said his name, but refused to point out anyone, he immediately stood up anxiously.

Mrs. Fang had no choice but to spread her hands and waved to Ding Wei's mother and son on the left side, and said with a smile, "This is Miss Ding, Miss Ding from Wuhou Mansion."

She had good intentions, fearing that the young man would do something rude, so she added one more sentence.It's a pity that this tall and thin young man only knows how to read books and discuss poetry, and doesn't care about gossip in the market at all. Where has he heard of "the unavoidable story between the general and the cook"!

He rushed over almost at a stride, bowed to the end, stared at Ding Wei with bright eyes, and said, "Young lady is a great talent, I'm going down to Sun Canghai, I beg you to accept me as an apprentice and learn the way of poetry and prose."

Ding Wei was so shocked that she hugged An Geer and moved back, barely avoiding the nerd's big gift, and finally responded dumbfoundingly, "Young master, you are being polite, those poems are really the ones of the sages I have recited earlier. To be honest, I also don’t know much about it, how can I be a gentleman’s husband, please don’t embarrass me.”

When Sun Canghai heard this, he was in a hurry, and he refused to believe it. When he wanted to plead again, Fang Xin finally rushed to "rescue him".

"Brother Sun, go back and sit down. If you have something to say, speak slowly, don't scare my righteous sister, mother and son."

Sun Canghai took a closer look, only to find that there was indeed a child in Ding Wei's arms, who was looking at him with big eyes blinking and puzzled.He is just obsessed with poetry and not rude, so he hastened to make amends when he saw this.

"Miss Ding, don't blame me, I will be impatient in the next moment and offend you."

Ding Wei has no ill feeling towards nerds. In her opinion, people who don't care about the world and concentrate on one thing are the purest people.Just like in her previous life, she heard about an old chef who was obsessed with cutting shredded tofu when he was 50 years old. He practiced for 20 years, and finally succeeded the last time, and died laughing.

Many people may not understand, but every time she prepares a table of meals and sees all her relatives eating and drinking deliciously, she will understand more about the persistence and joy.

Therefore, even though many people would use the fact that she was a cook as a excuse to laugh at her, she still insisted on cooking every day.Which woman is not the husband's cook?What mother is not the cook of her children?Which daughter is not the cook of her parents?

If you have love in your heart, you will not care about these faces.If you have attachments in your heart, you will not care about so many worldly things...

Thinking of this, she felt a little more admiration for Sun Canghai, and said first, "Mr. Sun, don't be polite, our mother and son are not that timid. Now that I've said this, I won't hide it anymore. I really can't teach you the way of poetry, because the poems I recited today are all accidental. So, I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

When Sun Canghai heard the words, he looked carefully at Ding Wei, who didn't look like he was lying, and was immediately frustrated like a deflated ball.

On the other hand, another elegant young man who also loves poetry asked, "Which expert did the girl hear such excellent poems from? Are there only these four poems, or are there more?"

These two words of his awakened everyone in the arena, not to mention all the young masters looking at Ding Wei with burning eyes, even Mrs. Fang looked expectant, which made Ding Wei really hard to say.

Helpless, she thought about it and stopped hiding it, "Just now I told my son that the poems I recited came from a book, and there were [-] poems of various kinds in the book. I planned to write them later. For children's enlightenment. I don't want to have a momentary dispute today, but I moved out to save the emergency."

"Three hundred!"

"There are really three hundred poems?"

"What book? Where did you buy it?"

Everyone asked in unison, especially since Sun Canghai had lifted his robe in his hands, and he seemed to run to buy it as soon as Ding Wei mentioned the title and source of the book.

It's a pity that Ding Wei shook her head, "I have only read this book, and I can't find it anywhere."

"What?" Everyone was extremely disappointed when they heard the words, but Fang Xin didn't know what he was planning, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he persuaded, "If my righteous sister still remembers clearly, why don't you write it down, carve it into a board, and print it out when the time comes , wouldn't it be possible for all Xihao's poetry lovers to see it?"

(End of this chapter)