This person doesn't look like he loves yellow and white things. Could it be that she really made a mistake?
"That being the case, I have a piece of fine mutton-fat white jade in my hands. The winner will get it. Is the Princess Regent still satisfied?"
"Naturally." The corners of Feng Muqing's mouth deepened, and she felt happy in her heart.
As worthy of being the eldest princess, the first thing she got was the fine mutton-fat white jade, and she pocketed it without ceremony.
"Let's ask a question."
With the lucky draw, Feng Muching was obviously much happier, and the excitement in her words was evident.
"Then let's take the lotus as the theme, who comes first?" Sikong Ruyue glanced at the two of them and said calmly.
These two people are not good at getting along, and they almost ruined the flower viewing party, and neither of them is popular.
"I'll go first!" Zhao Jiayi volunteered.
After a few breaths, she spoke directly, "Bringing her husband to chase the cool willow outside, leaning on the Hu bed on the south bank of the painted bridge. The moon is bright, the boat flute is rising, and the wind is still in the pond, and the lotus is fragrant." (Excerpted from "Enjoying the Coolness" by Qin Guan, a poet of the Song Dynasty.
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Everyone applauded and appraised Zhao Jiayi's literary talents. He was a real person.
"It's your turn." Zhao Jiayi raised her head, the determination in her eyes clearly visible.
Feng Muqing smiled faintly and without thinking, "After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." (Excerpted from "Departure from Jingci Temple at Dawn" by Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli
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Bang bang bang!
Applause rang out, and the victory was obvious.
Although they don't know where the West Lake is, maybe it's just a lake in the west, this poem is exquisite and slightly better.
Zhao Jiayi was furious, with a mouthful of old blood clogged in her chest and felt uncomfortable, but she could only endure it. She had indeed lost this round.
"What do you think, the eldest princess?" Feng Muqing ignored the angry Zhao Jiayi and turned to look at Sikong Ruyue with a calm face.
Sikong Ruyue paused slightly, and after a moment he lightly opened his red lips, "The regent princess is obviously more skilled, so this mutton-fat white jade belongs to the princess."
Everyone had no objections. After this incident, they got to know this notorious regent princess again. As expected, the rumors were not credible.
"Princess, please let your girl go with Bihe to the warehouse to get the mutton-fat white jade." Sikong Ruyue's eyelids drooped, as if she was a little distressed.
After all, this piece of mutton-fat white jade is rare in the world, and there is only one like it in the entire Beiyi.
Feng Muqing saw her reluctance, and her bright smile suddenly turned into a flowery smile. She turned to Mo Yue and told Mo Yue, "Follow me."
"Master..." Mo Yue frowned and stopped talking.
This invitation from the eldest princess was strange, and she couldn't leave her master's side, just in case...
Mo Yue didn't dare to think about it anymore, and became even more determined to follow Feng Muqing every step of the way.
"Go." Feng Muching understood her concerns and gave her a reassuring look.
Mo Yue felt a big stone hanging in her heart, but she had to obey her master's order and followed Bi He away with worries.
Seeing her looking like she couldn't wait to turn back three times, Feng Muqing felt warm in her heart, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth. This smile stunned the time.
If Mo Yue didn't leave, how could she know what Sikong Ruyue had in mind.
The atmosphere was tense for a while, but due to Sikong Ruyue's face, everyone continued to flatter him with smiles on their faces, while Zhao Jiayi stared at Feng Muqing with burning eyes.
He originally wanted to step on her to get the upper hand, but he never expected that Feng Wanwan would not tell the truth to her, saying that she was a useless idiot, but she would end up stealing the show.
At this moment, she even hated Feng Wanwan.
If Feng Wanwan was not the prime minister's favorite daughter and had a close relationship with Prince Ning, how could she, a direct daughter of the Shangshu Mansion, be willing to submit to her inferior status?
She finally had a chance to get ahead, but she was ruined by Feng Muqing. Is it possible that she will have conflicts with the Feng family in her life?!
Feng Muqing was in a good mood after getting a good baby, with a smile on her face. She didn't have time to talk to Zhao Jiayi who was overwhelmed by jealousy.
Sikong Ruyue noticed her good mood, understood in her heart, and stopped catching up.
The search was not pleasant, but she finally saw clearly that this regent princess was a arrogant master.
She has always been gentle and polite, and does not get along with domineering women.
The flower-viewing banquet went on as usual, and Zhao Jiayi no longer jumped out to find trouble. Perhaps she was worried about Sikong Ruyue, while Feng Muqing was happy and at ease, drinking white tea scented tea from time to time.
Suddenly, the maid who was filling the tea stumbled on her foot and accidentally knocked over the tea cup. She knelt down in panic and cried, "You deserve to die, my dear princess!"
Looking at the tea stains on her red clothes, Feng Muching frowned, her face was sullen, a cold air came out, but she felt extremely excited in her heart.
finally come.
"It's because I'm not doing my best. The princess's clothes are wet. It's better to change them quickly. Qingli, take the princess to change clothes."
As soon as Sikong Ruyue finished speaking, a delicate maid quickly stepped forward and came to Feng Muqing to respectfully lead the way.
Feng Muqing's thoughts were racing and she remained silent, her figure not moving at all.
Seeing this, Sikong Ruyue frowned and her tone became a little darker, "Why, does the Princess Regent want my eldest princess's palace to lose face?"
She went to the mansion to attend the banquet well, but if someone saw her leaving the mansion with stains all over her body, she would not be drowned in the spit of the common people in the eldest princess mansion.
Feng Muching pondered for a moment, then stood up and said calmly: "Lead the way."
Feng Muching's departure made everyone at the banquet feel relieved. The regent princess was so arrogant that even the eldest princess didn't take her seriously. She was really afraid that something big would happen soon.
Qingli led the way with all her heart, while Feng Muching looked around, secretly wary.
She is not a lady who is ignorant of the world. She has encountered this obvious trap before, and it still feels familiar.
I don’t know if Sikong Ruyue can come up with something new, but it’s not worth taking the risk to come here.
The eldest princess's mansion was really ridiculously big. She walked around in circles and passed through countless corridors. Feng Muching felt a headache as she looked at the identical pavilions and pavilions.
Suddenly, around a corner, she saw a green figure flashing past, and she raised her brows lightly.
Isn't this Zhao Jiayi? Why is she following him? Is she still a pawn in Sikong Ruyue's plan?
Feng Muqing suddenly became excited, her face remained calm, but she couldn't let anyone see any flaws.
After that, every time Feng Muqing walked along the road, she would peek behind her with her peripheral vision, and sure enough, Zhao Jiayi was following closely behind.
Finally, Qingli stopped and turned towards Feng Muching, "Princess, this is the dressing room. The slaves are waiting outside."
Feng Muqing knew that this room was definitely not simple, and eager to try it out, she said "hmm" indifferently and pushed the door open.
The room is covered with lake-blue gauze curtains, and several pots of blooming clivia are placed on the window lattice. It is simple yet elegant, adding a touch of aura to the room.
Sikong Ruyue really loved flowers as much as her life, so she even placed several pots of Clivia in such a remote dressing room.