Kuai Chuan's face-slapping gold finger

Chapter 24

The girl in the green dress who spoke was Chen Shuchun, the concubine of the Yongding Houfu. The Yongdinghoufu was related to the Dingyuanhoufu, so she could still call the fourth prince a cousin. Unfortunately, the position of the prince and concubine was not something she could handle. What she was thinking about was that her sister-in-law had heard that she was not engaged yet, so I wonder if she intended to do so?
Zhuang Minjing was full of thoughts, but she smiled like a spring peach on her face: "My good sister, my sister hasn't offended you recently, right? Why are you here to laugh at me?"

Chen Shuchun pretended to be angry and said: "I didn't offend you, you haven't given me the embroidery sample you promised me the day before yesterday, so you're not regretting it?"

Zhuang Minjing is not good at embroidery or painting, but she is very good at drawing patterns. The patterns she draws are novel and beautiful, and even many embroidery shops are willing to pay a lot of money to buy them.

She hurriedly stepped forward to hold Chen Shuchun's arms, and begged for mercy: "My sister is wrong, the pattern of the flower has already been drawn, and I will order someone to send it to my sister tomorrow, so my sister will spare me this time, shall I?"

"It's more or less the same!" Chen Shuchun was satisfied. Her sister Chen Shuya tilted her head innocently and said, "Sister Jing, will you write a poem later? Today's chrysanthemum appreciation feast must have a poetry meeting. I heard from An Zhen from Zhang Ge's hometown." Said, her sister has prepared several poems, just to calm her down."

"Hmph, I'm really overestimated. Jackdaws dare to compare with Luanfeng? Then I have to see it well." Another long-faced girl had a sneer on her lips. She was a bit mean, but she was wearing a pink dress Skirts are becoming more and more nondescript.

This woman is the daughter of Shan Mengjun, the daughter of a fourth-rank official family in Beijing. Her father was just a mud leg, but thanks to the smoke from the ancestral grave, he was admitted to Jinshi all the way. .It's a pity that his wife is an illiterate village woman after all, and the daughter she raised has lost a bit of restraint and self-cultivation after all.

Shan Mengjun has always been prone to gossip, now that they are in the Hou's mansion, it is inevitable that the maids will hear what they say, and it will not be worth the loss if it is passed to Mrs. Hou's ears. Zhuang Minjing didn't want to say more to her, so she just laughed it off.

After a while, a servant girl came to announce the opening of the banquet. Zhuang Minjing entered the table with a few sisters. Seeing Mrs. Jiang and the wives sitting at the front table, she thought about it, but finally did not go.

If it was normal, she would definitely ignore Jiang's cold face and greet her. Although those wives may not appreciate her background, they would be willing to give her a little favor, but this time she came for the position of the fourth prince concubine. So I don't bother myself.

In the middle of the banquet, someone suggested poems to add to the fun. The ladies of all families were eager to try it, especially those who were interested in the fourth prince. Their faces were slightly flushed. Zhuang Minjing and Chen Shuchun looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

Although tonight is the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet, it also coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, so the theme can be chrysanthemum or Mid-Autumn Festival. Many ladies have prepared poems for the occasion, and among them, Zhang Anning, the daughter-in-law of Zhang Ge’s hometown, is the most brilliant, attracting a lot of attention. Madam Hou pulled her and talked for a while.

Seeing Zhang Anning lowering her head shyly, Zhuang Minjing couldn't help but feel jealous. The poem just now was clearly mediocre, but because of her background as a poet, all the wives looked up to her.She squeezed the veil tightly, took a deep breath, and winked at Chen Shuchun, who nodded knowingly, and deliberately raised her voice: "Ah, sister Jing'er finished her poem... no, this is a Mid-Autumn Festival poem. "

Zhuang Minjing smiled and nodded. Someone around her was annoyed that Zhang Aning was getting the limelight, so she immediately cheered her on: "Quickly read it and listen to it. This is the first time I've seen Fairy Hanmei's Mid-Autumn Festival Ci."

"That's right!" There were several echoing voices from around.

The people at the nearby tables heard it and all looked sideways. Zhuang Minjing pretended to be helpless, so she had to stand up and said softly: "Thanks to everyone's love, then Minjing will show her shame."

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

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

But just after reading a few sentences, someone said "Hey" during the dinner. Zhuang Minjing glanced away, and it turned out to be Shan Mengjun. She covered her mouth in a hurry, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention. He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at himself with a complicated expression.Zhuang Minjing frowned, feeling uneasy for some reason, but saw that the expressions of the others were normal, so she continued.

"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."

After reading the last sentence, she paused for a moment, and sure enough, she saw that all the ladies at the banquet were intoxicated, and she was secretly proud. This is Su Xian Su Shi's classic work, how can it be compared with those little love songs just now?
Zhuang Minjing was about to read the next chapter again, but suddenly heard a scolding voice coming from the front: "Nonsense, hurry up and sit down!"

Her heart skipped a beat, and when she looked up, it was Jiang Shi!At this time, the other party had stood up, looking at her expressionlessly, his eyes were so cold that they seemed to freeze her.

Zhuang Minjing was dumbfounded for a while, she looked like a clown, and there were people snickering around, she woke up suddenly, her face was burning hot, she never thought that Jiang Shi would be so shameless in order to suppress her!
Now even though she has written a peerless masterpiece, she still becomes a joke in the eyes of everyone present!Her ambition, her position as the fourth concubine... The anger in her chest almost burned her heart and lungs. She clenched her fists tightly, and her nails sank into her flesh. It can't be calm and breezy.

Zhuang Minjing bit her lips tightly, with tears in her eyes, and she quickly thought of a way to make amends. She looked at the wives in front of her aggrievedly, expecting someone to speak for her, but suddenly noticed something was wrong.

It's strange, although Jiang's behavior made her lose face, it also made the Rongguo government lose face. Why did the wives around look at Jiang sympathetically, but instead implied contempt and contempt for herself?
Clearly she is the victim!

At this moment, someone tugged on her sleeve and whispered, "Sister, please sit down..."

Zhuang Minjing turned her head and saw that it was Shan Mengjun again. She suddenly remembered the strangeness of this person just now, and said anxiously: "Do you know something?"

Shan Mengjun shrank his neck and shook his head vigorously. Chen Shuchun at the side also saw that something was wrong, so he hurriedly helped Zhuang Minjing and asked: "Sister Shan, you said it!" But Chen Shuya seemed to understand something, and secretly said Give Chen Shuchun a wink to tell her not to get involved.

Seeing that she has become the focus of everyone with Zhuang Minjing, Shan Mengjun was so frightened that she almost cried, and said out in a moment of nervousness: "You, your poem, someone read it yesterday..."

"What?!" Zhuang Minjing was shocked, and many people nearby were in an uproar when they heard Shan Mengjun's words.

Some people who were not used to Zhuang Minjing sneered and said with a sarcasm, "Hey, did our talented girl steal someone's words?"

"Impossible! You, you are talking nonsense! You framed me!" Zhuang Minjing was about to burst into tears, and grabbed Shan Mengjun's shoulders hard. The other party's facial features wrinkled in pain, and shouted: "It's true, I didn't talk nonsense! Yesterday In the Huakui competition, Miss Bailu from Zuihuanlou wrote this poem, and it has spread all over the outside world!"

As soon as the voice fell, the surroundings immediately became quiet, and Shan Mengjun turned pale suddenly, thinking that it was over!

The rest of the daughters don't know this poem, probably because the family rules are very strict, and it is impossible for such scandalous things to be heard in their ears, but Shan Mengjun's mother always likes to share everything with her daughter. Usually talk about this parent, talk about that family's fault, although they have no bad intentions, today they finally got into a catastrophe.

The girls who were at the same table as Zhuang Minjing quickly retreated, Shan Mengjun burst into tears, and not far away, Mrs. Shan also hurried to this side. Zhuang Minjing, the banquet suddenly became chaotic.

Zhuang Minjing felt her eyes go dark and passed out.

The farce at the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet that day quickly overwhelmed the news that the minister of the Ministry of Industry was slapped by his wife in the street, and became a new topic of discussion among the people in Beijing.

"Have you heard? The lady from Rongguo Mansion actually wrote the same lyrics as Miss Bailu from Zuihuanlou, which is the legendary fairy song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When Will the Moon Come"!"

"Why haven't I heard of it? It's been spread all over the streets and alleys, and Miss Huanguo's Mansion is actually able to have a relationship with a brothel girl, haha."

"That's not necessarily the case. Miss Bailu said that Layman Dongpo wrote it in a dream. Maybe Layman Dongpo fell into the dream of two people?"

"Damn! Even if Layman Dongpo really fell into the dream of this lady from a noble family, wouldn't she pretend to be her own? Such a character is not as good as that of a brothel girl!"

"But Ms. Zhuang is indeed talented. The poems "Thoughts in a Quiet Night" and "Pity for Farmers" are so well written. My boss, who can't read a single word, was very touched after listening to them. How could she copy one? What about the oiran's words?"

"Who knows? Ha! Maybe she dreamed it before?"

For several days, Duke Rong's face was as black as charcoal. Every time he went to court, he would always be looked at by his colleagues with ambiguous eyes. He was so proud of Zhuang Minjing, but now he hated this daughter who made him lose face!Learning whose words are not good, but mixing with brothel prostitutes, the reputation of his family's female family has been ruined, and even the elders of the clan who have always obeyed him are very dissatisfied with this.

At this moment, when the court came down, he rode his horse through the south alley angrily, and the thought of facing Aunt Chen's pear-blossoming rainy face after returning home gave him a deep headache. Occasionally admiring the tears of a beauty is considered elegant But who can bear to cry every day?

Besides, she didn't teach her daughter well, she caused such a big scandal, and she was wronged?Wouldn't he and Shizi be more wronged?Even Zhuang Siyuan was ridiculed so much that he didn't dare to go out for several days, but he thoughtfully didn't mention it to him, and he pretended to be nonchalant on weekdays, just not wanting him to worry about it.

Fortunately, Zhuang Siyuan only had an idle errand, and no one came to take care of him when he was hiding at home.Unlike him, who has to go to court every day to show shame!
The more Rong Guogong thought about it, the more angry he became. At this time, he would rather face the frost-faced Jiang family. The other party is worthy of the dignity of a clan wife, and he can still be so stable on the cusp of the storm.That being the case, why should he worry too much, there is only one daughter in Zhuang Minjing's house, and when the news passes, he will just marry her away.

Just as he was planning, a heavy object suddenly fell down, and his steed neighed in shock as he sat down. Several guards rushed over to hold the horse. land!
(End of this chapter)