Chen Xianglan was so humiliated that she wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
On the contrary, the way the wealthy ladies of the official residence looked at Zhu Lian had undergone earth-shaking changes.
They laughed one after another, came to Zhu Lian's side, raised their hands, and spoke respectfully.
"Your Highness, please don't get along with someone like Chen Xianglan."
"That is, looking at the entire royal family of the Song Dynasty, only Her Royal Highness the Princess is the most grand. It is unworthy of her status to be more serious than that kind of petty and carefree family."
"Hehehe, I have long been optimistic about Prince Ding. It is a blessing for His Highness to marry Prince Ding."
"I like to hear this. There are so many princes in the Song Dynasty. In terms of weight, no one can compare with Prince Ding. Chen Xianglan actually provokes Her Royal Highness to remarry Prince Su. She really deserves to be punished!"
The girls knew that Zheng Qingyun would be the concubine of the royal family, and they flattered Zheng Qingyun endlessly.
"Miss Zheng, although you come from a small place, entering the palace is like flying onto a branch. We must move around more in the future."
"There is a lot of fun in Bianjing. If you have nothing to do, I will show you around."
"Whoever dares to stand in front of Miss Zheng again, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Who mentioned it?"
Zheng Qingyun was a simple and unsophisticated person, so he couldn't bear this kind of attitude. He felt like he was floating on the spot.
It is not easy for her to gain a foothold in Bianjing. How can she dare to expect to be admired by the daughter of the official residence?
And all these honors are naturally bestowed by the prince.
As the saying goes, it is better to marry well than to work well. Although this sentence is ambiguous, it is vividly reflected in Zheng Qingyun.
Just when Zheng Qingyun's cheeks turned red, Xiaochai stood in front of Zheng Qingyun, separating those over-enthusiastic ladies from the official residence.
"The concubine has a simple heart, ladies, please spare her."
Seeing Xiaochai, a troublesome thing, all the ladies looked at her with disgust.
But considering that Prince Ding's palace is now in power, and Xiaochai is Zhu Lian's personal maid, and they don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, they can't argue with Xiaochai.
When everyone turned their attention to Zhu Lian, they found that Zhu Lian's face was still elegant and dignified, his eyes were as calm as water, and he was not affected by such vanity at all.
As a princess, not to mention Zheng Qingyun, even the daughter of the official residence secretly sighed at her determination.
Joy and anger cannot be expressed in color.
You are like Mount Tai without being arrogant, you are like running water without being impatient.
There may be a lot of feathers behind Zhu Lian's back, but the most dignified and majestic princess in the entire Song Dynasty was definitely Zhu Lian.
Zhu Lian's peripheral vision moved slightly, glanced at Chen Xianglan, and said lightly: "Miss Chen, sit down."
Zhu Lian did not add insult to injury and killed Chen Xianglan to death, which made all the wealthy officials present feel admiration.
Little did they know that Zhu Lian's calmness and magnanimity were actually the greatest humiliation to Chen Xianglan.
The implication of Zhu Lian's words is that you are noisy fleas and are not worthy of mobilizing my anger. I don't even bother to kill you.
Chen Xianglan sat down dejectedly, feeling ashamed, and the seat she was sitting in was pushed from the most prominent front row to the edge corner.
All the wealthy officials present were sitting in the third row very consciously.
Zhu Lian was proudly leading the way, followed closely by Zheng Qingyun and Xiaochai.
At the same time, the imperial doctor had rushed to the school grounds to treat Prince Yun urgently. It was confirmed that Prince Yun had only dislocated his arm, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
All the soldiers were pulled off, and only two princes, Zhao Huan and Zhao Kai, were left in the entire school.
Zhao Kai clutched his aching shoulder, his expression extremely ugly.
He never dreamed that one day he would lose to this good-for-nothing Zhao Huan.
waste……
Who dares to say that Zhao Huan is useless now? Just now, this guy led fifty men, broke through thousands of armors, and captured the enemy general alive.
This unstoppable courage to move forward, as well as the bravery to take the head of a general among the rebellious army, even Zhao Kai, who has always been aloof, was shocked by it.
He stared at Zhao Huan and cursed in his mind, could it be that during the time he left the capital, Zhao Huan gained His Majesty's favor, gathered the teachings of famous teachers from all over the world, and mastered the six arts?!
Zhao Kai raised his head and looked at Jiangxiao Tower, his eyes a little lonely.
"Sure enough, if you are not in the capital, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Even if you are favored again, this relationship will gradually become cold."
"Whoever hangs around in front of His Majesty all day long will be favored."
This loneliness was replaced by unwillingness and anger.
He returned to the capital to avenge Princess Yun and Prince Su, but in the end, he was involved in it. If this spread, wouldn't it be a loss of face?!
Just when Zhao Kai was planning revenge, Zhao Huan's voice came over.
"Brother, have you forgotten something?"
Brother...
Hearing this extremely contemptuous name, Zhao Kai was furious, but if he lost, he would lose, and he definitely wouldn't let himself go wild.
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Zhao Kai's face was burning, and he bowed his head to Zhao Huan.
"Brother Wang is so brave that he can't be matched. His bravery has the style of the late Emperor Zhe Zong. I admire you, brother."
"I am willing to admit defeat. The ten thousand taels of silver promised before will be sent to Prince Ding's Mansion after the Xiaoyuan Poetry Recital."
Zhao Kai gritted his teeth secretly. There were two more rounds of the Xiaoyuan Poetry Fair. If he could win Yan Le and Pin Shi, he could turn defeat into victory.
Although Zhao Huan was well-known in the literati circle in Beijing, he was several grades behind Zhao Kai, the imperial champion.
After falling behind in the martial arts fight, he regained his place in the literary attack!
"The Xiaoyuan Poetry Club is organized by Brother Wang himself. I believe that Yan Le will be the most beautiful person in the world, with good stories and beautiful stories."
"By chance, brother, I returned to the capital and brought back a band, so I dared to show my shame in front of Brother Wang."
Zhao Huan was in a good mood after receiving ten thousand taels of silver.
Especially if Zhao Kai is defeated head-on, the main war faction in the court will definitely be impressed. This will be of great benefit to the future deployment of Yizhou.
If we can continue to defeat Zhao Kai in terms of literary attack, the benefits of today's Xiaoyuan Poetry Club can be maximized.
Thinking of this, Zhao Huan naturally grinned without any hesitation.
"In that case, please come first, brother."
"As the number one scholar in the royal family, I must have a very high musical taste."
Go crazy!
You can be as arrogant as you like, and when you kneel down and beg for mercy, let’s see how arrogant you still are!
At the time of preparations for the second event of the Xiaoyuan Poetry Recital, the Yanle Field, a man and six horses were making steady progress on the official road thirty miles away from the royal capital.
Yue Fei's horse was exhausted and died, so he had to walk on foot.
Compared with the inaccessible wilderness, although the official road is the most eye-catching, it is relatively safer.
But Yue Fei knew very well that Tong Guan's eagle and dog had reached the point of almost madness, and even if they were above the officialdom of Bianjing, they probably wouldn't have any scruples.
Yue Fei carried a bow on his back, held the horse with his left hand, and carried a rifle captured from the enemy on his right shoulder.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle and unwavering.
"Prince Ding, my subordinates will definitely fulfill their mission!"