Houfu poisonous girl can't be bullied

Chapter 38

"If my sister doesn't marry, do you think Jingcheng Palace will allow a concubine to be the main wife of Lord Hou?" Meng Yanhe sat there with a sad face and dejected.

Ji Huiyu also glanced over there, shook his head and denied Meng Yanhe's thoughts.

"Prince Jingcheng said a long time ago that as long as he is happy with Lord Hou's marriage, he must not care about concubine daughters. You don't have to worry about anything."

"That's right, besides, you're so sure that Murong Jing has a crush on your Meng family's daughter?" Dong Yuran didn't take it seriously, and of course she wouldn't pay too much attention to some things that didn't happen to her.

But Chu Lingyue suddenly remembered the result of Meng Yanhe. In her previous life, Dong Yuran married a small military officer. Although her life was not noble, there was no disturbance after all, and she lived a peaceful and beautiful life.

But Meng Yanhe was not as lucky as her. Although she married a first-rank hussar general's son who was almost in the same family as Meng Guogong, but within half a month of marriage, there was news that he fell ill. After three months, the fragrance disappeared and the jade died.

In the previous life, Chu Lingyue didn't understand, but in the last life, Chu Lingyue understood, and Meng Yanhe died of depression.Her husband practiced martial arts, so he couldn't understand all kinds of tenderness of women. The husband and wife were at odds with each other, but Meng Yanhe was a woman who couldn't say no. It exploded at the last moment.

It is impossible for delicate flowers to bloom well in the fierce wind, and the final result will only be withered and withered.

Now, Meng Yanhe probably also saw the impossibility between himself and Murong Jing, so he was worried.

Chu Lingyue was a little silent. After keeping these things to the bottom of her heart, she held Meng Yanhe's hand and smiled, and changed the topic with a few words.

But after a while, the sun has gradually risen overhead.Two servant girls walked over from the corner of the corridor. After seeing everyone, they kowtowed and saluted and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen are here so that the servants can find them easily."

It was Jia Shi and Princess Fengyang's two servant girls, one named He Xiang and the other named Kou Zhu, presumably they were specially invited by juniors who had held a banquet earlier but couldn't find them.

"Oh, it looks like we forgot the time while chatting. He Xiang, go and report to mother, we'll go right away." Meng Meizi smiled as she knocked on her head, and felt a little embarrassed when she looked at the ladies and young masters in the yard.

"Miss, don't worry, the old lady has ordered that you definitely don't want to be together with the elders according to the ceremony. The special person has prepared a banquet here, so that the ladies and young masters can enjoy the spring in the garden here, and you don't have to come I will be bored with all the adults in front." Kouzhu is the servant girl next to Princess Fengyang, she has always been loved by Princess Fengyang, so she must have already arranged it.

A quarter of an hour later, there were maids and servants who lifted the tables and chairs and set them up among the peonies, waiting for the gentlemen and ladies to take their seats.

Everyone sat down at the table casually, even if they were casual, they could see some clues from the subtleties.The first place is of course Meng Yuzi, and Meng Yuzi's subordinate is Meng Yanhe, while Chu Lingyue was born in Weiyuan Hou's mansion, so her status is a bit more noble than other young masters and young ladies, so she sits next to Meng Yanhe, and the opposite is Jingcheng Hou Ye Murong Jing.

The others sat down according to their family's status in the court, but the concubine daughters of Meng Guogong retreated obediently at this time, which showed that they were not qualified to sit in such a scene.

"Look, this is the difference between being a good lady and being petty." Dong Yuran glanced at the direction where the concubine of the Meng family left and thought of Lu Mingmei.

Chu Lingyue picked up the oranges on the table and stuffed them into her mouth, saying unceremoniously: "Eating can't stop your mouth!"

"Don't you think so!" With an orange stuffed in his mouth, Dong Yuran still didn't give up and pulled Chu Lingyue into the water.

The people sitting here are all young people, most of them are familiar with each other so they let go of it naturally. After drinking for three rounds, Meng Yuzi suggested with a smile: "Let's enforce the drinking order, it's really boring to sit around."

"Miss Meng sees that I'm deliberately bullying me?" Song Yichao refused to agree before anyone else could speak.Song Yichao's status is also extraordinary, a sister in his family married into the palace and made her a Concubine Li, and he relied on his status as an older sister to be domineering and successfully became the most famous son of a young man in the capital.

This dude is different from others. When others are arty, he is also arty, but this one is so vulgar that he doesn't bother to be arty.The traditional way of drinking wine orders is to write poems with your pens. With this young master present, it is certain that this poem will not be able to be done.

Meng Yuzi looked at Song Yichao and felt a little embarrassed. If he forced this master to write poems, it would be clear that he would not let people down, but if he did something else, it seemed inappropriate.

"I also think that composing poems is a bit boring, miss, why don't we play something different." Murong Jing looked at Chu Lingyue who was watching her eyes and thought, and suddenly came up with a ghostly idea.

He got up and picked the most beautiful one from the peony bushes behind him, put it in his hand, looked around the crowd with a smile, and then said: "Beat the drums and pass the flowers, find someone to play the drums, and then whoever gets the flowers can choose to drink or drink." Perform it, but don't drop the petals when you pass it on, otherwise all the wine in this yard will belong to him today!"

After listening to him, the people present immediately understood that although playing drums and passing flowers is said to be played more by women, none of the people present are versatile. It kills two birds with one stone.

Meng Yuzi hurriedly clapped her hands in applause, took the wine glass without a flower drum, and told the maid to stay away from the wine and strike the signal.Amid the maid's knocking sound from time to time, the peony flew away quickly in everyone's hands, and finally, the maid's knocking stopped, and the flower just stopped in Murong Jing's hand.

Murong Jing smiled, picked up her fan and jumped into the circle surrounded by everyone.

When everyone was curious about what would happen to him, they saw his arm tremble, and the folding fan in his hand swung open, then he moved like a rabbit, his body was flying, and he gave the Murong family's ancestral sword technique to him in a false and real way. Romance again.

When he stabilized his figure, Meng Yuzi hurriedly took the lead in applauding, "Master Hou's kung fu really looks like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring!"

"Miss wants to say that she has the appearance of my father." Murong Jing tossed back the hair that was floating on her chest, sat down and unceremoniously dismantled Meng Yu's appearance.

Murong Xian, the old master of Jingcheng, was enfeoffed as a marquis at the age of 20, and the late emperor even bestowed the title "Invincible to a thousand armies".It is rumored that the old Hou Ye Jingsheng was brave and good at fighting when he was young. In the final battle between Tianqi and Xiqi, the thousands of troops who broke through Xiqi single-handedly cut off the head of Xiqi general Tuobarui.

And Murong Jing was also named Marquis this year at seventeen, and many people like to compare the father and son.As a result, Murong Jing was often depressed.Being compared by Meng Yuzi again today, he felt a little frustrated.

"Don't mind, Lord Hou. The Murong family are all heroes. Old Lord Hou walks like a dragon and a tiger. As the son of the old Lord, Hou Ye will naturally inherit his father's merits." Meng Yanhe said with a smile, and then picked up the wine cup A toast to Murong Jing.

Murong Jing naturally didn't care about the little girl, laughed a few times and tossed the peony flowers in her hands up and down to signal to start quickly.

A new round begins, all the young ladies and young masters present have been recruited. Most of the young ladies performed some piano, chess, singing and dancing. Young master, those who practice martial arts will dance with swords and guns, and those who practice prose will recite poems and fight against each other.

"Hey, are you colluding with this girl today!" Meng Yanhe was a little unconvinced. The peony was in her hand just now, and she had no choice but to play "Three Lanes of Plum Blossoms". Just sit down.

Seeing Chu Lingyue sitting there with a smile on her face, she was a little dissatisfied when she didn't make a move once, and gave him a glance, Meng Yanhe resigned to her fate helplessly, "Forget it, that maid didn't look at it, even if the two of you colluded Can't do anything wrong."

That's right, all the young masters and young ladies in the circle have already shown their faces, except for Chu Lingyue, who is half-settled in her seat like an old monk, completely motionless.

"I don't know either. The maid is from your family, and it's the first time I've seen her. Maybe God told me to keep a low profile today." Chu Lingyue poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her to make amends with a smile. Said, "I'm so lucky, I'm sorry."

Meng Yanhe drank it a little unconvinced, and when he put down the glass, he suddenly smiled, a bit wickedly.Chu Lingyue immediately rang the alarm, and sure enough, someone from the opposite side rang.

The peony that was just picked by Murong Jing was lying on Murong Jing's table. After being played by everyone, it had already disappeared, and it was scattered in a little bit of a mess, and everyone was also a little drunk, sitting on their own. In terms of position, Murong Jing is the most unrestrained.The wide sleeves were just scattered around him, leaning on the armrest, propping his head in one hand as if he couldn't drink, and still playing with the peony in his hand, looking at Chu Lingyue, he said with a half-smile: "Well, Miss Chu seems to be a little drunk today. Much luckier."

The flowers had almost withered, and drumming and passing flowers was out of the game, but Chu Lingyue, who had never had a chance to show up, finally got everyone's attention because of Murong Jing's words.

"Indeed, Ms. Chu's luck today is really good." Song Yichao also echoed, and his echoing made the already half-communicated crowd suddenly become lively.

In a few words, it is inseparable from Chu Lingyue's performance.

"If you don't take someone like you, she hasn't been caught after more than a dozen laps, which means God's will. Why are you so afraid that the world will not be chaotic!" Dong Yuran had already drank too much, and she had just received peony One of the petals happened to fall off, so without further ado, I picked up the jug on the table and drank it all.

It must be because of the drunkenness at this moment, but even if the drunkenness came up, he still subconsciously defended his friend.

"It doesn't matter, let's play another game. If the flower still doesn't fall into Ms. Chu's hands, how about we let her go?"

As soon as Murong Jing spoke, others immediately agreed.So the flower with only the stamen and a few nearby petals left was passed on again.

(End of this chapter)