Chapter 141

"Miss Yu knows this flower?" Ouyang Mengyu light mouth, delicate face is full of arrogant color, she said, all the noble women are self closed mouth.

Who didn't know that day at the flower banquet, Ouyang Mengyu questioned the seventh Prince about his love for Yu zisu!

The elders of the family also told me that Princess Yangxi of Dongling came to Jingguo for the sake of the seventh Prince Ouyang Mengyu and wanted to stay away from her.

This young lady of the Yu family is the future seven princesses and concubines. Ouyang Mengyu is looking for her trouble again.

People think of the rumor of Kyoto these days, and they can't help but stay away from Ouyang Mengyu.

Ouyang Mengyu looks at the people's actions and hums. Facing Yu zisu's silence, he is aggressive.

Yu zisu's silence in the eyes of the public, people can't help but sympathize. This young lady of the Yu family is known as "three no thousand gold". She is a famous waste in Kyoto. Even if she dances at the flower banquet, it can't change the fact that she doesn't have any ink in her stomach.

Even they didn't know what flower it was. How could miss Yu know?

However, Yu zisu surprised everyone.

I saw her light forward, eyebrow angle a pick, pointed to the middle of the flower.

He said: "the petals are wide, about five inches, wavy, pale yellow, and the stamens are golden yellow. When the emperor paid tribute, he saw that the color is the same as that of Huangpao, so he named it yuyihuang. This peony is the best of the flowers, yuyihuang."

Little sample, when I was on a mission, I didn't see anything. One of the most unforgettable things for her is the best Yellow Peony in royal clothes. At the beginning, her superior asked to destroy a peony with a very strong infectious virus and mixed into the border. She didn't know that the peony was so beautiful.

So much so that after she destroyed it, she was depressed and came back and spent millions to buy another one herself.

Standing in the middle of the peony, she was wearing a rare moonlight brocade, shining in the sun. Her earrings were a pair of sapphire beads, elegant, eloquent and charming. All of a sudden, many women had a feeling that this woman was born for them to look up to.

"Wow! Zisu, you are so good! " Yang Zhiru said to everyone again: "yes, this flower is the royal clothes yellow."

Wen Shuhua also nodded.

Then people believed that this was the Royal yellow clothes that could be met but not sought. For a moment, apart from admiring Yu zisu, there was also admiration for Mrs. su.

Everyone knows that Mrs. Su of the general's mansion likes peonies, and General Yang wantonly converges peonies from all over the world for her sake, and even reports them to Emperor Jingdi for a reason to collect them.

This leads to the fact that the general's mansion can still leave such a flower house outside the Imperial Palace, where many peony varieties are not even in the palace.

For example, this royal yellow.

Ouyang Mengyu didn't expect that yuzisu really knew the name of the peony. She had no time to think about why yuzisu liked it. She only knew that she had made a pedal for yuzisu this time. Instead, she let people know her again!

His face changed again and again, twisted together in a strange way, so that all the noble girls saw him and muttered away from her.

"Isn't Princess Yangxi angry?"

"Ah, I must be angry. I just wanted to give Miss Yu a shameless face, but I didn't know I was shameless."

"But she deserves it. Who told her to look down on the people in Jingguo?" Ding Yao said softly.

"What did you say?" The woman standing next to Ding Yao was puzzled, "why do you look down on the people in Jingguo?"

Seeing that no one paid attention to them, Ding Yao whispered in her ear: "you don't know, there's news coming out these two days. At the wedding banquet of the prime minister's mansion that day, Princess Yangxi trampled on Jingguo in order to fight against Miss Yu..."

Ding Yao thinks her voice is very small, but how could Yu zisu, who is keen in nature, not hear it.

She didn't expect that Nangong Ying and others had spread the news so quickly, and also attracted the attention of Kyoto dignitary Qingliu. If yu zisu remembers correctly, this Ding is a member of Qingliu school.

Yu zisu wanted to come here and stirred up a faint smile.

This smile fell into Ouyang Mengyu's eyes, as if laughing at her ignorance. Ouyang Mengyu suppressed her anger and calmed her mood. "Giggle" said with a smile: "I didn't expect Miss Yu to be so knowledgeable and talented, and even knew about this royal yellow."

This irony is so ironic that everyone can hear the irony. But without waiting for other people to speak, Ouyang Mengyu said, "since it's flower appreciation, how can you not write poetry? The peony is just in bloom. Why don't we have a flower order? "

Xinghualing is a popular game among women nowadays. During the Spring Festival, take a flower in your hand. With a person beating a drum, the person who has the flower will write a poem or perform a program.

Today, because she is in the general's residence, Yang Zhiru doesn't like those poems, songs and dances. She only likes to play with guns and swords. As we all know, she didn't mention this. How could she know that Princess Yangxi actually mentioned it.

Looking at Ouyang Mengyu and Yu zisu with sharp eyes, you know that this is aimed at Yu zisu again. Yang Zhiru is just suffering from the disaster of pond fish“ What do you think, Miss Yu? " No one answered, so Ouyang Mengyu directly asked Yu zisu. Yu zisu didn't expect that Ouyang Mengyu was forced step by step, or maybe she was calculating. After all, she didn't know anything about talent and morality. But what about that? It doesn't mean that she can't know anything about Yu zisu. She has five thousand years of Chinese history and tens of thousands of poems. Can you make a town with any one of them? Yu zisu thought in his heart, but he didn't reveal anything. Instead, he said, "of course I have no problem. But we are guests after all. If we want to look like guests, we should naturally ask Zhiru, the host of such a thing. " As soon as Yu zisu said this, Yang Zhiru thought of the "hospitality theory" she heard in Duan Wangfu that day, and didn't like the self assertive Princess Yangxi. She said with a smile: "my host family will not spoil the fun of the guests. Since the county chief plays flower, then play. But I don't know anything about poetry. Let me drum for you. " Two people "host" and "guest" one at a time. There is no change in their tone, which makes people unable to hear anything else. However, others don't know, and Ouyang Mengyu doesn't know. Isn't this a blatant irony of her not being a guest? Ouyang Mengyu's face changed again and again. She said with a forced smile, "I guess so. Miss Yang is such a cheerful woman that she won't refuse." So it was settled. Yang Zhiru beat the drum and everyone began to play the flower. Ding Yao and other noble girls were worried about whether Yu zisu would come or not, but they didn't say much when they saw her calm. After all, another person, Princess Yangxi, was not easy to be provoked. Yang Zhiru asked people to put tables, chairs and fruit plates outside the greenhouse. At this time, the mother who had just followed Lian Yi came back. She didn't know what to say in her ears. People only heard Yang Zhiru say "I know", but her face was not very good“ What's the matter? " Wen Shuhua is a little worried. Yang Zhiru said: "it's OK. It's just that even Miss Yu and Miss Yu have something to do. Let's continue to play." But the worry on his face didn't go down. Yu zisu was not surprised to see it. Lian Yi is arrogant and domineering. It's strange that he doesn't leave after losing such a big face in the public. I'm afraid that this time, besides hating himself, he also hates Yang Zhiru. I can't say what cruel words he said to mother qu. otherwise, how could Yang Zhiru's face be like this as the daughter of the general's house. Yu zisu really guessed right, but not all of them. Lian Yi soaked his face behind him. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He smashed everything in the dressing room and threatened to tell Lian Ge Lao and his servant that he would not let go of Yu Zi Su and the general's house... The worried look on Yang Zhiru's face was just for a moment. Everyone was paying attention to the turbulent world between Yu Zi Su and Ouyang Mengyu, I didn't notice the change in her face at all“ Now that everyone is ready, we can start. " Yang Zhiru asked her maid to put a Luoyang red flower in the middle of the table and said with a smile“ Let's start with this princess. " Ouyang Mengyu said, without waiting for the people to speak, he took it directly. "I'll be a flower Lord. I'll give you a poem first. The flower heart is green and jade is lying. I'll come back late in green clothes. What the princess chants is "the green dragon lies in the ink pool" peony Although they dare to be angry with Princess Yangxi, they have to say that the poem is excellent. For a moment, it was speechless“ Now that Princess Yangxi has finished her poems, I'll start. " Then he took the drum brought by his maid and hit it gently“ Bang! Bang!... " For the first time, the drum stopped and fell into Ding Yao's hands. She stood up and saluted the crowd. She whispered: "the two colors are complex and tangled. Don't know. Two Joe Then he sat down quietly“ Here we go Yang Zhiru said again and beat the drum slowly. Unconsciously, the atmosphere of the whole scene became serious. No one spoke. Even Wen Shuhua, who had always been generous, felt uncomfortable. After a few rounds, the Luoyang red once did not fall into the hands of Yu zisu. Ouyang Mengyu secretly gritted his teeth, and his face became more and more gloomy. The noble women who got up to write poems were careful not to touch the princess's head“ Is it Miss Yang's intention? It's all our turn, but Miss Yu hasn't yet. " Ouyang Mengyu's mouth is full of irony. Don't you think there's nothing I can do. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.