Planning to marry the third master

At the dinner table, Prefect Yun wanted to see the transfer document. Feng Zhuoming always carried important things with him, so he handed it to Prefect Yun.

Prefect Yun took it and opened it carefully. There was the seal of the Ministry of Personnel on it, and the official transfer was also clearly stated. He was indeed a young man with great prospects. He handed the document back and asked people to eat first.

He acted quickly and asked the servants to serve the guests.

Feng Zhuo Ming said: "The document requires me to take up the post as soon as possible. I will stay in Lin'an for three more days at most."

"So fast."

Feng Jinzhao said, "There is no other way. The marriage is hasty and his mother is anxious. The two of us are in Lin'an and have no time to go to Bianjing to find a marriage for him. It would be a good idea to settle down while he is here and the girls in Lin'an are talented and beautiful."

Prefect Yun clinked glasses with Feng Jinzhao and said, "My third daughter looks closer to your young master's age, while my fourth daughter is a little younger. I guess they are about a generation apart!"

Feng Zhuoming's face turned black. Did he say he was old?

Feng Jinzhao was embarrassed and said, "My son worked hard in Longxi, so his skin is a little darker, but it will recover in half a year. He is only in his twenties now, so he is definitely not older than me."

Yun Zhifu looked at Feng Zhuoming carefully. He thought that the young man looked so old, and it seemed that Longxi would not be a good place to stay. Then he laughed, and then raised the wine glass and said, "Don't blame me for my rude words, nephew. I will drink a glass as punishment."

Feng Zhuo was obviously unhappy, but he said without showing it, "It's okay."

After drinking, Yun Zhifu said, "Speaking of which, my third daughter is the legitimate daughter, and my fourth daughter is raised by her legitimate mother."

This means that the fourth young lady is a concubine's daughter, and Feng Jinzhao nodded.

Prefect Yun said, "If they are to marry, they will definitely marry the third daughter first. What do you think, my dear brother?"

Feng Jinzhao took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, all the girls in Brother Yun's house are naturally good, but yesterday there was a poem topic, and the one who won the prize was your fourth girl. I think you know the poem your girl wrote."

"Poem title? What poem was it? I haven't heard Madam mention it."

Feng Jinzhao said, "I'll tell you again. She wrote a six-line poem with the green leaves she picked at random as the title. It is majestic and full of literary talent. The poem goes like this: Green leaves set off the lush flowers, red flowers reflect the leaves, dancing proudly in the wind, bathing in the sun and moon and singing. With me, spring and autumn add to the scenery, without me, winter and summer lack beauty."

"Good." Prefect Yun clapped his hands.

"Look, you also think it's wonderful. My wife also thinks that the fourth girl is more suitable. There is another girl who writes poems well, and she is from the Qi Mansion. Brother Yun also knows that in Bianjing, being respected means constant banquets and small banquets. This girl may have to accept people's invitations everywhere. In Bianjing, the two must keep pace with each other."

Prefect Yun asked in confusion, "Did my girl really write this poem?"

Feng Zhuo Ming said: "If the prefect doesn't believe me, you can ask her to compete with me in poetry. I would also like to compete with her."

Prefect Yun still found it hard to believe. She remembered that Jiayi had memorized a few poems when she was a child. How could she write poems without a teacher? She said, "Go and invite the fourth young lady."

The servant responded and went to invite someone.

Prefect Yun clinked glasses with Feng Jinzhao and started talking about the place of Bianjing, where banquets were indeed held constantly. When Prefect Yun passed the imperial examination, he was also invited to several mansions, which was indeed lively.

Yun Jiayi was unaware that there were guests in the mansion, so she was dressed casually. Today she was wearing a coarse linen grey shirt, a blue linen skirt underneath, and a wooden hairpin on her head. She was as plain as could be, except for a hat. She looked like a nun in a nunnery.

The messenger just said that the master was looking for her and then left. Yun Jiayi wanted to ask anything but was not able to do so. It was unlike the Yun family who would ask her to meet the guest when they called her.

It was getting dark and night was approaching, so Yun Jiayi didn't care much and chased after the boy who had delivered the message, asking, "Where is Dad?"

The servant said, "Fourth Miss, just follow me."

Before Sakura could react, the lady left.

After entering the dining room and seeing the guests, Yun Jiayi finally realized what was happening and asked, "Dad, are you looking for me?"

When he saw his daughter, Yun Zhifu frowned and asked, "What are you wearing?"

Seeing that there were outsiders in the hall, Yun Jiayi thought for a moment and said, "Xiaoying was teaching me how to hoe the land and plant flowers, so I dressed like this. I didn't know my father had guests here."

Yun Zhifu knew the reason, but there was nothing he could do. He said, "If the clothes get damaged, you can buy new ones."

Yun Jiayi nodded and said, "I also feel sorry for Dad who is working so hard out there alone."

"You kid."

Wearing coarse cloth, hoeing the fields at night, who is hoeing the fields at night? Many things can be understood without words.

Feng Zhuoming stood up and said, "Fourth Miss is polite. It is I who want to see the young lady."

Yun Jiayi walked closer and bowed, "My lord, you are polite." Then she raised her eyes, saw who it was, and said in surprise, "It's you?"

Feng Zhuoming curved his lips and said softly, "It's me."

"What are you here for?"

"He came here because of your talent and sent a matchmaker to propose marriage."

Yun Jiayi blinked and asked, "Who?"

"you."

"I?"

Feng Zhuoming curved his lips. "Yes."

Prefect Yun asked, "Have you two met before?"

Yun Jiayi took a step back and said, "I met you at the temple fair."

Prefect Yun smiled and said, "Daughter, please sit down. Since this young man is proposing marriage to you, he is not an outsider."

"Yes."

Yun Jiayi sat next to Prefect Yun, one seat away, looking very graceful and elegant. One seat away from her was Feng Zhuoming.

The servants set out the dishes and chopsticks, and Feng Zhuoming said, "Just now, Magistrate Yun didn't know that you have talent, and I also wanted to compete with you in poetry, so I invited the young lady here."

Yun Jiayi understood and asked, "Was it your house yesterday?"

"Yesterday was my brother-in-law's house. I don't have a place to stay in Lin'an."

"That beautiful Sister Feng yesterday is your sister?"

Feng Zhuoming nodded and said, "Sister."

Yun Jiayi looked at Feng Zhuoming and found that his facial features were good, except that his skin was dark.

Feng Zhuoming's face darkened. What was this expression? He said unconvincedly, "I can restore my appearance in a year."

Yun Jiayi smiled and said, "I didn't say anything."

"You didn't say it, your eyes said it."

It is normal for young people to pay attention to their appearance in front of girls, which made the adults laugh.

Yun Jiayi raised her glass. This person cared about age as well as appearance. She said, "I can't help you if you think so. I'll punish myself with a glass of wine."

She raised her glass and drank generously.

"You just said you wanted to compose a poem with me?"

Feng Zhuoming asked: "Would you like to try it?"

"Okay."

"You ask the questions?"

Feng Zhuoming thought for a moment and said, "Let's use this wine and food as the topic."

Yun Jiayi said, "You go first."

Feng Zhuoming thought for a moment and said, "Lin'an rice wine accompanies Jia Yao, and the beauty is invited to the mansion as a guest. In the leisure time of hoeing the fields in plain clothes, I wish for the flowers to bloom next year."

Love Poems~~~~

The poem is realistic and aspirational, and if you taste it carefully, you will find his beautiful wishes. He wishes Yun Jiayi a good time. Her heart was really touched by the poem, and ripples seemed to spread out.

Yun Jiayi glanced at Feng Zhuoming, and when their eyes met, she immediately turned her head and looked at the tabletop, saying, "Fresh crucian carp with shredded pork, and celery soup. The wine is mellow and the river fish is delicious."

Feng Zhuoming cupped his hands and said, "The girl wins."

Prefect Yun smiled and said, "In my opinion, my nephew is slightly better."

Feng Jinzhao said: "Your daughter is really amazing. She makes me want to eat more fish."

Prefect Yun and Feng Jinzhao smiled and clinked their glasses to drink together.

Yun Jiayi also raised her glass towards Feng Zhuoming.

Magistrate Yun glanced at his daughter. He had overlooked the fact that the child was sensible, intelligent, and not timid at all. No wonder people liked her.