Farmers earn a living with their sons to make money

Chapter 329
Sitting next to Li Mengshi and Yun Zirao, the three people from the Shi family and the three people from the Meng family all looked at Yun Zirao with burning eyes, envy in their eyes, and the deep part of their eyes that couldn't be concealed. Sisi jealous.

The ladies and young ladies in the east corridor could see a profile of Yun Zirao just by turning their heads, while the ladies in the west were covered by the light veil and could only see a figure, so they were all looking forward to it.

Yun Zirao glanced around calmly, taking everyone's gaze into her eyes, and found that everyone was curious about her, and it was true that they admired her, but there was also a lot of hope for a good show.

With a thousand thoughts in his heart, Zhanyan smiled slightly, put down the hem of his skirt, straightened his cloak, put on his veiled hat, lightly patted Li Mengshi's hand, comforted him silently, stood up, and stood up between the two pretty girls. Under the leadership of the servant girl, she went out of the corridor and walked up to the platform.

Li Mengshi tightened the veil in her hand, with nervousness and worry, the matter between the Lu family and the Li family was originally a matter between adults, but it made things difficult for the children, Li Mengshi felt regretful, thinking about the morning It's better to take Yun Zirao directly to the tea house to drink tea!Putting these dirty things in front of the children is really...

"Ma'am, you forgot that you were on the way to Fengmoxuan's backyard...Miss Yun is amazing! Just relax and watch!" Qingle saw Li Mengshi's eyes following Yun Zirao all the time, with a smile on her face. Anxious and worried, she bent forward and softly comforted her, Li Mengshi turned her head to see the smile on Qingle's face and her trust in Yun Zirao, her body gradually relaxed a little, but her heart was still there.

Qian Ying moved lightly with her lotus steps, and appeared under the newly rising sunlight in winter. Jin Yao's light instantly coated the beauty's whole body with a layer of golden light, dazzling and enchanting, and the face under the hood was hard to see clearly , but the graceful figure, elegant and leisurely pace, high-end and elegant clothes, in the eyes of everyone, has already highlighted the extraordinary.

Mr. Mo personally stepped forward, lifted the bead curtain and light gauze on the stage, and let Yun Zirao lightly lift it up with lotus steps.

The princes and young masters in the halls on the north and south sides all stared wide-eyed, wanting to catch a glimpse of the beauty, but unfortunately they failed to do so, but the face under the hood made everyone's heart itchy.

In the west hallway, Yun Zirao felt many different eyes, some were envious, some were surprised, some were curious, some were indifferent, and some were vicious, among which the eyes of the second lady of the Lu family were the sharpest.

"Young Master Mo, you're being polite. Today, Zi Rao just wanted to come with her aunt to enjoy the plum blossoms in Fengmoxuan, so her clothes were a little too simple, and she didn't have any good talents on hand. I can only compose a poem temporarily, and I hope Mr. Mo and all the wives, misses, and gentlemen who came here will not be offended."

With thorough etiquette, a loud and gentle voice, with a touch of modesty and respect, and a peaceful attitude, Yun Zirao's performance immediately attracted the likes of most of the people present.

Especially for those literati and elegant guests present, the word "Mr." really made these literati feel very happy!
In Aoyun Continent, only talented scholars who are praised by the world and recognized by famous Confucians are qualified to be called Mr. Yiyi. Even the Taifus of the five kingdoms who teach princes and princesses are not worthy of the title of Mr. The title, at best, will be honored by the world as a master.

"Miss Zirao dresses elegantly and is gentle. In this severe winter, she really shines in the eyes and warms the heart. Most of the people who come to the Fengmoxuan Plum Appreciation Banquet are fond of composing poems and lyrics, and playing chess with love. Such an elegant person, how can he care about clothes, Miss Zirao has a taste for poetry, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to write for you?" Mr. Mo watched Yun Zirao walk up to the stage, and the strong interest in his eyes was palpable.

(End of this chapter)