Feng Muqing took out the invitation and took Mo Yue into the eldest princess's mansion without any hindrance. What she saw was colorful flowers.
As soon as he stepped into the gate of the mansion, a girl in green clothes came forward to lead the way. Feng Muching followed behind, looking around secretly from the corner of her eye.
After walking out of the twists and turns of pavilions and pavilions, Feng Muqing sighed in her heart that the eldest princess's mansion was extraordinary. Without a familiar girl to lead the way, she would have lost her way.
Suddenly, Feng Muqing's vision widened.
Looking up, hundreds of flowers are blooming in front of me, vying for beauty, and the light fragrance of flowers is floating in the air, which is refreshing.
Both sides of the road are full of rich peonies, bean greens, white snow pagodas, royal yellows, Luoyang reds, Erqiao, and even the extremely precious Green Dragon Sleeping Ink Pond.
Feng Muqing was greatly shocked. The eldest princess's house was really generous. Any one of these varieties was extremely rare, let alone so many precious varieties in front of her.
From this we can see that Sikong Ruyue must be a person who loves and cherishes flowers.
Walking forward, there are all kinds of rare orchids, including plain crowns, ghost orchids, ink orchids, butterfly orchids, clivias, lotus petal orchids, emerald orchids, everything you want.
Rose, rose, crabapple...
Following the girl's lead, Feng Muching passed through countless seas of flowers, and her heart was shocked to the point of numbness.
After a while, Feng Muching heard the woman's laughter from a distance. As soon as she arrived in the backyard, she bumped into a woman head-on.
The woman was dressed in a green dress, with a pair of particularly attractive eyes. The steps on her head made a pleasant crisp sound from time to time, and she was followed by several girls.
The woman in green clothes looked at Feng Muqing, who was in red clothes in front of her, her eyes full of jealousy, which made her tender eyes lose their luster.
The woman in green paused for a moment, then raised a soft smile, "Isn't this the famous regent princess?"
Feng Muching frowned, feeling that the woman in front of her looked vaguely familiar, but for a while she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.
"Who are you?"
I saw the woman in green with a slightly blessed figure, "The little girl is the legitimate daughter of Shangshu Mansion, Zhao Jiayi."
Zhao Jiayi? Who is this?
Feng Muching secretly took a look at her. This woman was quite pretty. If she restrained the obvious dislike and jealousy in her eyes, she would be a beautiful woman.
"Have I seen you before?"
"I was lucky enough to see the princess in Wanhuatai that day." Zhao Jiayi smiled. At first glance, she mistakenly thought that the two of them were chatting happily.
Speaking of Wanhua Terrace, Feng Muching suddenly remembered that this person was the woman in pink who was with Feng Wanwan at that time.
At that time, I took a quick glance at her, and just lamented that Feng Wanwan's reputation had been so damaged, and that there was actually everyone's daughter who had a sincere relationship with her. I didn't deliberately remember her face, but now she still remembers her.
"It's you. If you're not with Feng Wanwan, why are you in front of me?" Feng Muqing gave her a meaningful look.
Nowadays, no one in Kyoto knows that she and Feng Wanwan are incompatible. As Feng Wanwan's best friend, how could Zhao Jiayi not know that she is so eager to get close to her, fearing that the drunkard's intentions are not in the bar.
"Princess, you are joking." Zhao Jiayi twitched the corners of her lips, feeling depressed.
If he hadn't met her by chance, if she hadn't had the title of Princess Regent, and if she hadn't seen her, he would have turned around and left. However, it backfired.
Feng Muqing felt Zhao Jiayi's displeasure, glanced sideways at her, walked away, and passed her by.
Since we don't like each other, why bother to act hypocritically?
Looking at her retreating back, Zhao Jiayi glared at her gloomily, snorted coldly, turned around and followed her.
Not long after Zhao Jiayi arrived in the backyard, a dark purple figure came over.
The visitor was wearing a dress with scattered flowers and clouds and smoke. The dark purple corners danced with the breeze. The jasper and rattan flower jade pendant around her waist was particularly eye-catching. The peacock silver steps on her head made a clear and sweet sound as the lotus steps moved lightly.
The beautiful shadows are getting closer and closer, and the flowers are blooming, creating a unique style.
"Meet the eldest princess." When they saw the visitor, everyone paid their respects. Only Feng Muching, dressed in red, had her back straight and stood out from the crowd.
Everyone looked with their eyes, noses, noses, and hearts in mind, and lowered their heads one after another.
They had long heard that the Princess Regent was arrogant and domineering, even daring to disrupt the Queen's birthday banquet, let alone the eldest princess.
"You don't have to be polite." A gentle voice sounded, and everyone was startled and cursed in their hearts.
The eldest princess actually didn’t question Feng Muqing? She was really kind-hearted!
Feng Muqing glanced at Sikong Ruyue a few more times and fell into deep thought.
Sikong Ruyue secretly looked at Feng Muqing with a smile on her lips.
She was indeed a rare beauty. She was bright and flamboyant, and her whole body was captivating. She deserved to be the most beautiful woman in the world. This was the first time she had seen a woman who looked like a fiery flame.
Feeling Sikong Ruyue's appraising gaze, Feng Muching's heart sank and she couldn't help but be wary.
After Sikong Ruyue sat down, all the noble ladies took their seats one after another. Feng Muqing, because of her status as the most noble, was placed below Sikong Ruyue.
"It's the first time for Princess Regent to come to my flower viewing party. How are you getting used to it?" Sikong Ruyue smiled and looked at Feng Muqing and asked.
She holds a flower-viewing banquet every year, and many of her boudoir daughters are invited. This year, she specially sent an invitation to the Prince Regent's Palace because of others' requests.
Feng Muqing nodded, "The flowers in the eldest princess's mansion are very good today, there's nothing wrong with them."
Sikong Ruyue was stunned for a moment, and glanced at everyone present, his heart as clear as a mirror.
These flowers are not just flowers in the yard, but also these young girls in their prime. It must be the rich lady who has made Feng Muching unhappy.
"As long as the Princess Regent likes it, we will continue with the flower viewing party as usual today." After saying that, Sikong Ruyue turned to look at Feng Muching, "This is the first time the Princess Regent is participating. Let me tell you the rules."
"I'm all ears." Feng Muching said calmly.
She wanted to see what was wrong with this flower viewing party.
The flower-appreciation banquet is nothing more than using drums to encourage the flowers. The noble ladies recite poems and paint paintings on the theme of flowers, which is arty and elegant.
Feng Muqing was ashamed and didn't understand the meaning of Sikong Ruyue inviting her here. Was it because of the song at the last palace banquet?
A few days ago, I learned from Mo Yue that her reputation had miraculously recovered. She was cleansed of her reputation as a loser on Wanhuatai. A song at the Queen's birthday banquet also spread out for some reason, giving her a reputation as a talented person.
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"Princess Regent, come and try too?" Sikong Ruyue said casually, the smile on his face not diminishing at all.
Feng Muqing remained silent and glanced around, unsure of Sikong Ruyue's purpose.
Is it to suppress her and make her look embarrassed? Or is it just a random suggestion?
Everyone who heard this couldn't help but laugh in their hearts. Who has never heard of Feng Muching's reputation? Although he can practice now and has learned to play the piano, if it comes to reciting poems and writing poems, I'm afraid it will be... suspenseful.
Seeing her lowering her head and saying nothing, everyone had different thoughts. Only Zhao Jiayi's eyes were filled with excitement, and she kept her head buried to prevent others from noticing.