My Lord, your wife is spreading rumors about you again.

Chapter 17 Flower Viewing Banquet (3)

Mingyun's legs were constantly rubbing against each other, and lust was growing between her brows. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she felt an unbearable itch in the deepest part of her heart, as if she urgently needed something.

"Your face is so red, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zang Ying's eyes turned, and she thought she had guessed Ming Yun's thoughts, and said, "Oh, I understand. You are dressed so beautifully today, it must be to attract the attention of Mr. Zhang San."

She turned around and ordered, "Go find the Third Young Master and tell him that Ayun drank two extra glasses of wine and wants him to chat with her."

"Yes." The two maids received the order and left in a hurry.

Zhang Yang's seat was not far away, and he came over in a short while. Zang Ying smiled tactfully, "Ayun, go and talk to the Third Young Master without worry. I will deal with Ming Li, and she will definitely suffer the consequences!"

Mingyun did not answer. She just felt like there was a fire burning in her heart.

Zhu, who was sitting diagonally opposite, saw Zhang Yang quietly helping Ming Yun, who was full of smiles, leave the table. Her heart suddenly rose to her throat. She clenched her fists on the table and was about to shout, "Yun'er."

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was stopped by Madam Wang with a smile.

"Madam Zhu, don't worry. The marriage between our two families is already on the table. When your dowry is ready, they will be husband and wife. Let the two children get close to each other and talk more."

"Yes, yes, madam, you are right. I was not thoughtful enough." Zhu smiled awkwardly. She couldn't tell Madam Wang that Ming Yun's brocade clothes were coated with aphrodisiac, right?

She turned her head and gave Nanny Lai a look, who immediately understood what she meant and bowed and left.

Unexpectedly, Mingli did not use the issue of the hierarchy between legitimate and illegitimate children as a fuse to continue fermenting the matter. She just sat quietly by the side, tasting the dishes with chopsticks. She seemed to be very interested in every dish, tasting every kind of fruit wine and rice wine, and accepted everything.

It's like, I've never eaten it before and I'm very curious.

Mingli's purpose of coming here today was, firstly, to fight back against the methods used by Zhu against her, and secondly, Shancha said that the flower-viewing banquet would be filled with delicacies from land and sea, and she wanted to eat them.

There was nothing to eat in the mountains on weekdays, and the master didn't care about her. He only thought of her when testing the toxicity of poison. Every day, she just picked a few fruits to eat, and if she felt better, she would light a fire, throw some herbs into the pot, and cook them.

Later, when she was older, she learned how to hunt birds and catch fish. She followed the instructions in the books to remove all the fur and then roast them over a fire.

The taste is okay, but a little bitter due to the lack of salt. However, grilled meat is always much more delicious than fruits, wild vegetables, herbs and the like.

After three rounds of drinking, it was time to compete in the six arts of a gentleman. This matter should have nothing to do with the female members, but today a few men came, led by Mo Zhengfeng, the son of Mo Zhao, the Imperial Censor of Salt. He was dressed like a scholar, but had a pointed face and monkey cheeks, and he had two or three followers following him.

He stood up and saluted: "Zhengfeng greets Madam Wang, Madam Zhu, Madam Zang, and Madam Jiang." Then, he turned to Mingli and said with a smile: "Hello, Second Miss Ming."

Mingli raised his eyelids slightly, holding a charcoal grilled beef rib in his hand, his red lips glossy. Madam Jiang spoke first, "Second Miss, this is the son of the Lianghuai Salt Inspector Mo Yushi, Mr. Mo Wu."

"Thank you for the reminder, Madam Jiang." Mingli put down the beef ribs, nodded in return, then glanced at Mo Zhengfeng and said in a light tone: "Mr. Mo, is there something wrong?"

Mo Zhengfeng's face turned green for a while. It was said that the daughter of a famous family was very polite and well-mannered. Was this the case? But he did not forget the important matter that Zhu had told him to do. He straightened his expression and said, "Zhengfeng dares to invite the second young lady to compete in the six arts of a gentleman."

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience was in an uproar.

"Mo Zhengfeng, you are so shameless!" Jiang Tong, the daughter of Madam Jiang, slammed the table and stood up. She was the only official girl in the room who was wearing military uniform. She looked like her mother, with a strong temper and could not tolerate any injustice. "Are you still a man? You are comparing the six arts of a gentleman that you learned in elementary school with a girl who only embroiders flowers and birds in the boudoir? You are going to make the whole Mo family lose face!" Mo Zhengfeng didn't care at all. He saw that Ming Li was still immersed in tasting the food and felt insulted. He took another step forward and said, "I've heard that the Ming family has a daughter who is both talented and artistic. Second Miss Ming, do you dare?"

Madam Jiang glanced at her for a few times, and she really couldn't guess what Mingli was thinking. Just as she was about to speak with her daughter to kick this difficult question back, she heard Mingli slowly say, "Okay."

Mo Zhengfeng was stunned. She, she agreed just like that?
Mingli still didn't even look at him, but signaled the maid to pour her a glass of fruit wine. She had never drunk alcohol before, and after a few glasses today, she felt a little dizzy, but it felt good.

Her face flushed slightly as she asked, "What if you lose?"

"Ha." Mo Zhengfeng raised his head and laughed, "I lost? Second Miss Ming, I am the daughter of the Imperial Censor, and I have been educated by the great scholars of the Imperial Academy since I was young, while you have only read two books of rules and precepts for women in my own private school and know two words. How can..."

"Tsk."

Mingli raised his head impatiently and frowned at him: "You are so talkative. What you want to compare is not the self-praise of Wang Po selling melons, or do you want to compare how much nonsense the gossipy woman talks in a day?"

Mo Zhengfeng's pupils shrank sharply: "You! If I lose, I will give you my life!"

"Life?" Mingli sneered, "I don't care about the life of a gossipy woman. If you lose, just call me Grandpa."

As soon as the words fell, everyone laughed. Even Madam Wang and Madam Zang silently picked up their handkerchiefs to cover the corners of their lips.

Behind Zhang Zhi there was a young man who really loved to watch the fun. He was not yet of age and not very tall, but he could be held up by a servant on either side. He was also the one who laughed the most happily: "If Mo Zhengfeng really loses and calls me grandpa, then doesn't that mean Second Miss Ming is Mo Yushi's dad? Hahahaha, so interesting!"

The young man waved his hands and shouted, "Come on, Miss Ming! I want to see you rise to higher ranks today!"

Zhang Zhi also smiled. Become a grandfather? Little girl, you have ambition.

However, when Mrs. Jiang looked at Mingli's indifferent and fearless expression, she subconsciously wanted to believe her.

But the Ming family is a family with strict etiquette. The girls learn the Eight Elegances, so how could they be exposed to the Six Arts? But looking at Mo Zhengfeng's appearance, it is obvious that he came for Ming Li on purpose. I am afraid that he will not give up until the winner is determined.

She said, "Second Miss Ming, your mother, the former Madam Wen, and I were close friends. I haven't seen you for many years. Could you please accompany me to some other place to enjoy the flowers and chat?"

"Don't worry, Madam Jiang, it's okay."

Mingli knew that Mrs. Jiang wanted to help her out of trouble, so she accepted the favor, but she didn't want to hide.

My sister is a well-known talented woman in Kyoto. If she is challenged, she will definitely accept the challenge. As she spoke, she propped herself up and smiled at Madam Jiang, saying, "The food today is good. I like it very much. It just so happens that I have eaten too much and have some indigestion. A competition with him will help me digest the food."

Mrs. Jiang turned around silently and glanced at Zhang Zhi, who was standing with his arms folded at the railing not far away. She felt relieved when she saw him nod slightly.

Since Azhi said there was nothing wrong, there must be nothing wrong.

Digestion? Mo Zhengfeng was even more furious after hearing this. Doesn't she mean that competing with him is as easy as taking a walk after a meal? !
(End of this chapter)