C13

Wang Zirou invited all the young mistresses over as well. After all, she was the owner today, so no matter how much she liked Zheng Qingluo, she could not be alone with her.

"That's right, let's go take a walk in the back garden."

With so many people watching them, even if their own sisters did not get along, other people's jokes would not only affect the reputation of the young misses in Zheng Mansion, but also their own young age. Marrying a good family would be the most important thing.

Wang Zirou had the attitude of a manager young miss, while allowing the young miss to enter, she instructed the servants to arrange the curtains, and then everyone entered the pavilion.

Because they had smoked the charcoal fire in advance, the pavilion was still warm and did not feel cold. It was probably because they thought that the people who had come to the pavilion today were all the young ladies of the backyard, so the curtains surrounding the pavilion were dyed in a rose-red.

From afar, it looked like a big rose blooming in the garden. The light pink dried plum blossoms beside it were light and light, yet they were open in a warm and unrestrained manner. The red powder interweaved with each other, creating an interesting scene.

In this beautiful spring, there was not even a hint of green, let alone a tinge of green. Almost all of the people in the yamen wanted to leave the yamen in three years, so there wasn't much demand for a house. It was already good enough for the Wang Mansion to have a backyard.

Although it wasn't too big, the scenery was still pretty good. The young ladies who hadn't left the pavilion, upon seeing the beautiful scenery of the beginning of spring, were unable to conceal their excitement.

"Let's face it, let's not waste this beautiful scene of a good morning."

It was unknown whose family's young miss suggested it first, but all the young miss's faces lit up, and Zheng Qingyan immediately followed up with a few words.

"Alright, alright. Let's pair up on poems. Let's just use this Plum Blossom as the topic. Is that alright?"

Zheng Qingjiao saw that her sister was stubborn, but with so many people present, she couldn't stop her. She could only lower her eyes and choose to remain silent.

"And this pavilion, the pavilion is very poetic as well. This is the first time I've seen a pavilion surrounded by a rosy red color. It's so beautiful, you can see how much thought I've put into it."

After all, the ladies of the pavilion were always holed up in their homes, doing nothing. They only had the chance to learn some zither, chess, painting, needlework, and finally, they had a chance to show off their skills. Who would want to miss this opportunity?

"Alright, those who like to compose poems don't get excited. Pear Blossom, go arrange for some ink and paper to be prepared for the misses."

Wang Zirou instructed the servant to go prepare, then turned back, "If you don't like the poems, you don't have to force it. Let's drink some tea and enjoy the scenery, then enjoy the works of the young misses."

Her left hand quietly pinched Zheng Qingluo's fingertips, indicating that she did not need to be nervous. With her, Zheng Qingluo laughed, she was not nervous, nor was she afraid, she only wanted to laugh at Zheng Qingyan's foolishness.

If others were to find out that she did not know anything, not only would they lose their own people, the first to be hit would also be the arrogant Madame Zheng. Everyone would know that she had treated the main daughter of the Prefecture Lord harshly and wanted to see just how proud she would be.

Once this matter was spread out, then it would be hard to find the marriage of Zheng Qingjiao and Zheng Qingyan. With a mother-in-law with such a reputation, it was not something that any family could accept.

Zheng Qingyan was the first one to disagree. If this was fine, then how could she embarrass that little bitch? However, Zheng Qingjiao's expression was as dark as ink and had no choice but to reveal a smile, coming out to support her little sister.

The Miss Wang is right, those who like to compose poems, we will reveal our talent, no one is allowed to hide our abilities, but you have to wholeheartedly display your abilities, those who do not like to compose poems, then drink tea to enjoy the scenery, and also experience the peerless beauty of the talented girls. "

She was not going to attack anymore, giving face to others, just giving herself face. Wang Zirou's impression of her immediately changed, and even Zheng Qingluo looked up to her.

"As for those pretty girls, they have the sweetest mouths. I'll be humble for the ladies, but what you say is reasonable. Each of them has their own destiny. If there's a strong one, there's a weak one, so there's no need to force it."

With someone giving him a way out, Wang Zirou would naturally take it, "That's right, no need to force yourself, it was originally just for fun, just for fun amongst us little sisters, that's all."

"That's right, that's right. There's no need to be so serious. However, shouldn't we, the poets, find a prize?"

"I think it's fine. Each of you donate something. It doesn't matter whether it's expensive or cheap, as long as it means something."

All the young mistresses did not insist on competing, it was just an entertainment, so if they were to follow Wang Zirou's instructions, they would agree to have a spectator and watch. If they agreed to have a competition, it would just be to create a commotion, there was no need for them to be so serious.

However, Zheng Qingyan shattered her teeth as she grumbled in her heart with her own sister. What a good opportunity, to be able to embarrass that bitch, and she actually slipped away just like that.

None of the young mistresses dared to use anything too valuable as their families were in a different situation after all. If they were to be treated as if they were trying to show off and crush someone, they would definitely suffer from everyone's loathing, which wouldn't be worth it.

"I have a newly embroidered purse here. Everyone, don't mind it. It was just embroidered yesterday, so we haven't had the time to use it yet. At least let's make up some numbers."

One of the young miss spoke, while the rest of them also brought out kernels s and pouches. Zheng Qingyan pinched the jade pendant in his hands, almost fainting due to anger, why were all of them so petty, with the size of a young miss of the Shangguan family?

"Qingyan, what are you using as a wager?"

Miss Ma did not notice Zheng Qingyan's expression. Her attention was entirely focused on the bags and kernels. Although it was not something valuable, it was better than being exquisite.

If she could take it out to be a prize, it was naturally due to the fine craftsmanship and the exquisite use of materials. Otherwise, it would be a novel and unique design, and she had only asked Zheng Qingyan this question subconsciously.

"Qingyan, I took out a kernels. What do you want?"

After not hearing Zheng Qingyan's reply for a long time, Miss Ma could not help but ask again, and turning her head back, Zheng Qingyan could only stiffen her face and reveal an ugly smile.

"Everyone is wearing a handkerchief or a purse or something like that. I'll take a purse then. Dan Feng, give me a purse. It's the one with the light purple Loyal Sun Peony."

Zheng Qingyan instructed the servant girl, Dan Feng, and indeed, Dan Feng took out a light purple bag with a golden peony embroidered on it.

Putting the bag onto the table, the color of the bag on the table suddenly lost its color. No one had ever used this color combination before. It was a very ordinary purple color, and when matched against this golden peony, it became incomparably noble.

Seeing everyone's envious eyes, Zheng Qingyan straightened her back and finally felt proud.

"Qingyan, you're so beautiful. Did you embroider it?" The embroidery technique has improved again. I remember that the kernels you embroidered last time seemed to be a lotus flower.

This bag was not embroidered by him, it was forcibly brought over from his mother. It was all thanks to the fact that he had the nerve to ask for the bag from his mother, otherwise, he would really lose face today.

While everyone was busy with their work, the maidservants had already prepared the ink and paper, and the tables were facing the Plum Blossom. The seven or eight ladies stood up and stood in front of the tables in succession.

She first stared at the garden and the plum blossoms, then lowered her head and started to compose a poem. From the position of her pen, Zheng Qingluo could see that amongst the other girls, a girl from the Dian Bo family was the most outstanding one.

However, from the moment this young miss had entered the Flower Hall until now, she had not stepped out, nor did she fall. Zheng Qingluo silently nodded her head.

In the past, he was still too narrow-minded. This high wall courtyard couldn't help but obstruct the gazes of outsiders. It also obstructed his sight, making him like a frog at the bottom of a well, short-sighted.