Kuai Chuan's face-slapping gold finger

Chapter 23

"Father is a soft-hearted person. As long as something irreversible does not happen, he is always lucky." Yang Zhao's tone was very calm: "But he is also a heartless person. If you love, you want to live, if you want to hate, you want to die. , Chen has always relied on his favor, I thought, if one day this favor is divided into half, or even taken away, can she still cover the sky with one hand?"

The prince was silent for a while, and asked, "Does Bai Lu agree?"

Yang Zhaodao: "I promised her that after the matter is completed, I will return her body contract and let her go out of the house."

The prince nodded slightly, and was about to praise him, when Zhuang Siyuan said very calmly: "Your Highness, can you appoint Miss Bailu as the oiran, in this way, it will be more convenient for me to do things."

The prince was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "You Zhuang Siyuan, you actually took advantage of Gu!"

Yang Zhao said innocently: "I don't dare, but I know His Highness won't argue with me."

The prince was really helpless, so he responded angrily, but the other party said: "There is one more thing..."

"Why are you so busy? Don't push yourself too hard." The prince pretended to be angry.

However, Zhuang Siyuan's face was flushed, and he looked more and more shy: "Before, I didn't know His Highness would come, so in order for Miss Bai Lu to win the title of Oiran, I ordered someone to steal and steal a poem by Shemei... ..."

"..."

The prince's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he couldn't resist throwing the folding fan towards him, "You are really promising!"

Yang Zhao quickly took it, and retorted in a low voice: "I just want to be on the safe side."

The prince stared at him, and finally said powerlessly: "What if your talented younger sister finds out in the future? Even if her aunt has a grudge against you, your younger sister is innocent after all. Stealing a human name is too much. "

Seeing Zhuang Siyuan bowed his head and said nothing, the prince's heart softened again, what did Xin Daogu care about with him?But the other party suddenly said: "How innocent is she? She asked Chen's brother to find that Sihecao to kill my mother. Thousand Days Kill also came from her scheme. She wanted to fight for Zhuang Sihao's position as the son of the world. Does the minister have to give in? Does he have to die if he doesn’t give in? Why?!”

Yang Zhao raised his head suddenly, looking at the prince with red eyes.

The prince's heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer. He thought of the various methods of his brothers. He escaped a catastrophe on Hufeng Mountain by chance, and used it to cause heavy losses to the old Qiyi party. When he returns from Qingchuan, But it turns out that the fourth child has won the mercy of his father because of his injuries...

One fell, and another came, those plots and calculations seemed endless, only he stood on the edge of the cliff, and one step back was the abyss.

Yes, do they have to give in if they want to fight?Do you have to die if you don't let me go?Why? !
Seeing the prince's eyes getting darker, Yang Zhao smiled imperceptibly.

Not long after, the beautiful woman in a blue gauze dress slowly walked up to the bow. She held a guqin with both hands, placed it gently on the piano table, and sat with her clothes brushed. Her blue hair fell like a waterfall. , Hao wrist is like a cold moon clearing frost.

The beauty's lips are full of cherry blossoms, and her jade voice is tactful.

"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian for the wine."

"I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven."

"I want to take the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold at the heights."

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world."

As soon as Shangyu came out, I don't know how many people were drunk after hearing it. Some scholars sighed, this is the pen of heaven and earth!

The beautiful woman seems to be forgetting herself, twiddling her fingers lightly and slowly.

"Turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, and sleepless photos."

"There shouldn't be hatred, what's the matter of longing for goodbye?"

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

"Nung, moon and new moon."

At the end of the song, the beautiful woman blessed her surroundings slightly, and said: "Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, there was a fairy who entered the dream of Bailu and called himself Dongpo Layman. "Water Tune Getou When Will the Moon Come?"

As soon as Bai Lu said this, everyone was amazed, and all the Shilin students were fascinated.

The prince upstairs stood up excitedly, his eyes were piercing, and his hands on the wooden railing were clenched excitedly. He asked enthusiastically, "Is this the poem?"

Yang Zhao nodded yes.

"Okay! What a bright moon, when will there be, what a good one, I hope people will last forever, and share the joy of beauty! There are more than a thousand Mid-Autumn Festival words in the past dynasties, but since this word comes out, the rest of the words are all useless!" After finishing speaking, I remembered that this word was originally What Zhuang Minjing did was momentarily embarrassing.

Yang Zhao naturally understood the prince's gaffe. After all, this word is a peerless classic in Zhuang Minjing's memory. He and Yu Miaojun were equally astonished when they read it for the first time. There is only disdain and disgust, but the prince does not know the details, so it is unavoidable to regret.

He only heard the prince ask: "Did you come up with Dongpo Layman?" He originally thought that Zhuang Siyuan's so-called stealing words was for Bai Lu to directly steal Zhuang Minjing's article, but Bai Lu attributed this article to a fairy who does not exist in the world , I don't know why it is unnecessary?
Yang Zhao smiled but did not answer, but asked: "His Highness really believes that this word was written by sister-in-law?"

The prince frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

"The Duke of Rongguo established his career with martial arts. Although the ministers have been studying literature since childhood, they are not valued as much as the literati. Others don't know the details, but the minister knows it all too well. Although Sister She became famous at a young age, she did not have a famous teacher. Taught by a few unprofessional masters, even if the talent is amazing, how can they do so many classics? What's more, the chapters are enough to be handed down?" Yang Zhao wondered why no one noticed such an obvious loophole, even if he couldn't think of time travel, how many people would Do you suspect she is a ghostwriter?However, no one questioned it from the beginning to the end, and it can only be explained by the luck of the son of defying the sky.

The prince pondered for a moment, he always felt that the styles of Zhuang Minjing's works were very different, and he was able to learn all kinds of genres at his fingertips. Before that, he was blinded by her halo of talent, and he took it for granted that a genius should be like this. Now, after being reminded by Zhuang Siyuan, everything is wrong.He hesitated and asked, "Could it be that... Lingmei is a ghostwriter?"

More than ghostwriting?Zhuang Minjing is a hobby, she recited many classics in her previous life, and after traveling, she found that the various cultural customs here are the same as those in the previous life, but those celebrities and famous artists are missing, and naturally their works are gone, Zhuang Minjing has been at ease since then Wonderful, she was worried that she would gradually forget it in the future. Since she was three years old, she copied the poems and articles she remembered into a book, hid them in a dark place, and looked at them from time to time. There are countless classics stolen over the years.

Naturally, Yang Zhao's thoughts cannot be understood by outsiders. He bowed slightly: "I don't know, I just have doubts, and there is no evidence for the time being."

The prince stopped talking, and sighed after a while: "It's a pity..." Then he asked the guards to take the flower cards and send them downstairs.

So far, Miss Liu Bailu from Zuihuanlou has become the first name in this oiran competition, and a Mid-Autumn Ci poem written by an immortal in her dream has also become famous all over the world.

Overnight, the bright moon was recited everywhere in Beijing.

If Chen's elder brother was still in the capital, Zhuang Minjing would definitely know about it, but her uncle was dispatched to the extreme north, and the rest of the forces were secretly blocked by Yang Zhao. At this time, she was like a deaf and blind person, still worrying that she hadn't seen him for several months. The prince is planning how to become a blockbuster at the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet in the Dingyuan Hou Mansion.

After Yang Zhao returned to the mansion, Yu Miaojun routinely informed Zhuang Minjing's every move, and they both thought at the same time that the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet recorded in the jade slips was like tonight for a year. The prince admired her and helped her everywhere, so Mrs. Dingyuan Hou naturally favored her, and soon after, the noble concubine asked Zhuang Minjing to be the fourth prince concubine.

But this time, she neither has the status of a prostitute, nor has she won over Zhao Li's thoughts, so does she still have this kind of luck?

On August [-]th, the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It has been three years since the palace held a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and this year is still the case. However, the Dingyuanhou Mansion, the mother's home of the Fourth Prince, is extremely lively at this time. The wives of each family brought their daughters to the banquet to enjoy the autumn moon and autumn chrysanthemums.

Over the years, the emperor's favor for the noble concubine has never waned, and even the queen has to avoid her edge. As the noble concubine's natal family, Dingyuanhou's mansion naturally rises.Now that the fourth prince is eighteen years old and has reached the age of choosing a concubine, the noble concubine asked her sister-in-law, Mrs. Dingyuanhou, to hold a Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet called Chrysanthemum Appreciation. Choose a suitable fourth princess.

Zhuang Min quietly followed behind Jiang Shi. She took the initiative to talk to Jiang Shi along the way, but the other party was always calm, and she was not annoyed. He always had a smile on his face, which made people feel happy when they saw him.

As soon as she entered the mansion, the young mistress of Dingyuan Hou's mansion greeted her with joy on her face. She saluted Mrs. Jiang respectfully, and then looked at Zhuang Minjing: "This is Miss Jing from the mansion, look at this Look, it really is a pain in the ass, not like my little girl and monkey, Madam is lucky."

Zhuang Minjing thanked her, but Jiang Shi who was on the side took the words: "Sister Hui is still young, and she is cute because she is lively, so don't hold her back." Then she turned to Zhuang Minjing and said coldly: "Go away, Don't stay with me."

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Minjing and the eldest mistress were taken aback at the same time. Zhuang Minjing secretly hated Mrs. Jiang for embarrassing her, and looked at the eldest mistress aggrievedly, but the other party stood aside with a smile as if she hadn't seen her.

It turns out that although the young mistress treats Zhuang Minjing kindly on the outside, she doesn't think much of her in her heart. In the eyes of her family's wife, Zhuang Minjing is a concubine with a heart as high as the sky, and her works in her boudoir are known to everyone. Shi Lin pursued her, but eventually lost the restraint of a lady, and it might be a disaster in the future.

Zhuang Minjing didn't know that her high profile in the past had long caused people to dislike her. Seeing that the other party ignored her, she could only restrain her expression and said softly, "Yes, mother."

The maid at the side gave her a wink, and hurriedly stepped forward to lead her to the chrysanthemum garden in the Hou Mansion.

At this time, the chrysanthemum garden was very lively, full of blossoming chrysanthemums, ladies and ladies gathered together in twos and threes to chat, Zhuang Minjing saw a few girls who made good friends with her at a glance, most of them were from high-ranking concubines, or from small families of the descendant.

Although she considers herself to be unparalleled in talent, but also has a slick personality, for some reason those real aristocratic ladies don't want to associate with her, maybe it's out of jealousy?One day, she will make these people only look up to her!Zhuang Minjing walked over while thinking.

A round-faced girl in a green skirt saw her and said with a quick smile: "I said, why did I smell the fragrance of plum blossoms in the chrysanthemum garden? So it's our fairy Hanmei who came!"

(End of this chapter)