wedding dress

Chapter 82 Poems

"Hey, why are you here?" Song Yan was very surprised when she came over.

"Ah..." Before Zhao Zhi could speak, Xiaodong said first, "Someone lent us an umbrella."

"Well, as I said, I didn't see you in the pavilion, so I was shocked, and then I wondered if you came here first." Song Yan glanced inside: "I'm going to make a poem, go in quickly Let's see, this is the main event. First of all, the evaluation is on the flower, which is divided into the second place and the third place. This time, it is the poetry champion, and only one is selected. The first prize is a green jade inkstone. Many people are rushing to this of."

"No wonder."

It was already late for them to go in, and all the good seats in the hall were taken up, leaving only a few chairs at the side.Song Yan tugged Xiaodong's sleeve: "Let's sit here."

They walked up to them, but they didn't want to lean in, but someone took a step forward, sat on the chair first, and took the other two by the way: "Come on, here are two more."

Two more girls came over from behind, Song Yan said, "We came first."

"You came first? Who saw it? This chair belongs to your family? Does it have your name engraved on it?"

Xiaodong felt that this person seemed familiar. This was not the one he met when he was visiting the academy in the morning—yes, it was those three people.

This is really a narrow road for enemies.

"Sister Song, what a coincidence." The girl who talked to them in the morning said with a smile: "You are also late? I remember there are a few empty chairs at the door over there, you might as well sit there. "

Zhao Zhi's face sank. They didn't see the empty chair when they entered the door, but most of the people who came in and out had shaken their clothes and put their umbrellas there. How could they sit on the chair when it was dripping with water?
No wonder when she said she was going to come, her cousin said that she had better dress up carefully, maybe she was afraid that these people would bully them?

Do you think they are bumpkins from the countryside who have never seen the world?It's not worth taking the chairs away, but sending them to sit on wet chairs like beggars?

Xiaodong also felt that these three people were too much, the one who sat down first spoke sharp words, and the one who came later smiled, but that smile seemed to hurt more than harsh words.

Someone heard and saw the movement here, Zhao Zhi wanted to say something, Xiaodong pulled her, Zhao Zhi's face flushed, Song Yan saw that Xiaodong didn't want to argue with others here, and said softly: "I'll go there again Check to see if there are any seats available."

Miss Yin beckoned to them from the side: "Miss Song, come and sit here."

There was a bench for them to sit on, and it really made room for them by moving it around, and moved a round stool from the side, which could seat three people.

Zhao Zhi glanced back resentfully, followed Song Yan to the other side, and asked Song Yan in a low voice, "What are their backgrounds?"

Song Yan said softly: "The smiling one in yellow is Wang Yinglan, the one with unflattering words is Meng Xia, and the honest one is Liu Huizhu."

"Look at that arrogant one, his eyeballs can't wait to grow to the top of his head, I've never seen it again... that Wang Yinglan, what does the family do?"

"Her father is Wang Jiahuai, Minister of the Household Department."

"what……"

That's equivalent to half a prime minister, Xiaodong knew him, Wang An mentioned it once, saying that this person is a smiling tiger, not easy to deal with.Surely it should be said that like father, like daughter?Wang Yinglan always seems to be smiling.

"Cousin, is she always so rude to you?"

Song Yan shook her head slightly: "We usually haven't spoken a few words, but today it's a coincidence that we met them twice in a row."

The beautiful flowers at the flower competition just now were laid out one by one, the fragrance of the flowers, the smell of the face powder and hair oil used by the girls, and the smell of earthy soil outside—in order to prevent the rain from splashing in, the windows were closed. It's all closed, making people feel tight in the chest.

Zhao Zhi probed to see what poem Miss Yin wrote, but saw that the paper was still white.

"Sister Yin, do you want that sapphire inkstone when you participate in the Flower Competition?"

Miss Yin smiled: "Yes, this Fang inkstone was made by Li Shan, a famous master in the former dynasty, and later passed into the hands of Master Ou. In this flower competition, Master Ou took out this Fang inkstone. When I first heard about it, I was very surprised. I can’t believe it, I thought I was dreaming. Although there are more talented people than me in the academy, I still want to give it a try.”

"Master Ou?" Xiaodong and Zhao Zhi said in unison, "Ou Lanying?"

"That's right." Miss Yin smiled: "You've also heard of Mr. Ou's talent, right?"

Zhao Zhi nodded, and Xiao Dongxin said: Not only heard about it, but also taught and reprimanded by her.

Since Miss Li contradicted Ou Lanying that year, her life has become more and more difficult. Then one day she did not show up in Jiyutang, and others said that she was ill, and then a female officer Jiang was temporarily in charge of Jiyutang.And Ou Lanying...had been ill for half a year, and the temporary replacement of Mrs. Jiang became the official appointment. Ou Lanying did not return to Jiyutang after that, and Xiaodong and the others didn't know where she was going.Some people speculate whether she has returned to her hometown, and others say that she has left her family.Unexpectedly, I heard her name here again.

Xiaodong wondered how much this Master District loves education. After leaving Jiyutang, he came to Changqing Academy again.

But after thinking about it carefully, she felt that she understood it very well.

Besides doing this, what else can Ou Lanying do?As those people had speculated before, either she would go back to her hometown and be forgotten and live in seclusion in a remote village.Or leave home.After all, she has become a living memorial archway of Zhenlie, and it is impossible for her to marry.

There are too few things women can do in this era, and too few roads they can walk.

The best, most orthodox, is... to marry.

Forming a good marriage is the biggest and best achievement for a woman.A good wife and mother, a husband and a child, trapped in the inner house all her life... Only those who are not married well and cannot get married have to find another way out.

So although Ou Lanying is a talented woman of the generation, few mothers would like their daughters to follow her path.Under the name of a talented woman is the infinite loneliness and the difficulty of gaining a foothold.Ou Lanying became what she is today because she was a widow and could not get married.

After all, you still have to get married and take a secular and mediocre path.

Xiaodong feels that her current life is very complete and happy - she doesn't know what will happen to her in the future, what kind of person she will marry, and what kind of life she will live.

It must not be as good as it is now.

No one will love her unconditionally like An Wang and Zhao Lu, tolerate her and care for her. She must learn to endure, compromise, and maybe learn to calculate and compete...

I used to think about this occasionally, and I could avoid it because I was young and thought about it too early, but now I can't, she is no longer a child—the chest has started to feel a dull pain...

Growth is unavoidable, just like the path she will take in the future and the people she will face...

One day she will put on a red wedding dress and leave Prince An's Mansion.

Seeing Xiaodong's lost expression, Zhao Zhi was a little puzzled, and patted her lightly: "What's wrong? What are you thinking?"

"It's okay." Xiaodong also poked his head to see what poem Miss Yin wrote on the paper.

"What kind of flower does Miss Yin want to write poems for?"

Miss Yin raised her head, Xiaodong followed her gaze and saw a chrysanthemum.

Miss Yin seemed humble and kind, and quite enthusiastic, but Xiaodong hoped that she would get her wish and take home the sapphire inkstone.However, writing poems and prose is really not her forte, and there is no way to help her if she wants to help.

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It's too late to add an update today, because it's more lively today, and there are some physical reasons, so...

I wish you all good health and a happy weekend~~
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