Don't disturb me, I won't be a concubine

Ding Xiang was so frightened that her face turned pale and her eye circles turned red.

When Meng Dong saw this, he secretly blamed himself for being so quick-tongued that he shouldn't have dragged Ding Xiang into it. She walked over and spoke to protect her: "You don't have to be afraid of her. She is not the master of the Duke's Mansion. To put it bluntly, she is a servant like us. Where did she get such great ability? She is just scaring you. Don't worry, in the future, As long as I'm protecting you, she won't dare do anything to you."

Ding Xiang looked at her timidly, not daring to answer in front of Lu Yue.

"Meng Dong, do you have to go against me?" Lu Yue's cheeks twitched with anger.

"It's not that I want to go against you, it's that I can't stand your behavior. Why do you rely on your father to bully these helpless people?"

"This is my business. Don't worry about it, otherwise you will get in trouble with me."

Meng Dong pulled Ding Xiang towards him, "Hey, then I really can't get through it with you. If you ask me to just ignore it, I can't do it."

Luyue's chest rose and fell, and she nodded, "Okay, let's just wait and see." After saying that, she rolled up her sleeves and left.

Xilian, who had not interrupted until now, hurriedly followed behind the angry Luyue, "Sister, there is no need to get so angry over them..."

"Thank you for speaking for me," Ding Xiang's face was not happy at all, but looked sad. "I really feel sorry for you to have a falling out with Lu Yue because of me."

Meng Dong looked nonchalant, "You don't have to take it seriously. Even without you, she and I can't be friends."

Yunling could see clearly from the sidelines that Meng Dong, a stubborn person, did not understand the meaning of his words. She smiled and said: "Are you worried that Lu Yue will regard you as a thorn in your side even more in the future and cause you a stumbling block?"

Ding Xiang turned her head and glanced at her, very

Kuai avoided her gaze again and nodded silently.

"So you're worried about this. Why don't you just say it? Keep your heart in your heart. I always keep my word. Since I said I will protect you, I won't let you be bullied by her. If she dares to bully you, Just come to me and I'll settle it for you."

After receiving her words, Ding Xiang felt a little relieved and her face softened a little, "Thank you very much. For a person like me, if I want to gain a foothold in the huge Duke's Mansion, I really can't afford to offend anyone."

During dinner in the evening, Ding Xiang consciously moved to Meng Dong's table. Lu Yue's eyes were sinister.

The next day, Zhang’s mother brought some pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

The girls didn't know why and looked at each other in confusion.

"You can write whatever you want on the paper. If you can't write, you can draw."

After Mama Zhang finished speaking, the girls understood her purpose. She wanted to see if they were literate.

Meng Dong was not as worried about embroidery this time. He picked up the pen and started writing on paper. It's true that she doesn't like studying, but she has a mother who wants her to grow up, and she is forced to read a few big characters.

This matter is even more unusual for Yunling. Her calligraphy was taught by her grandfather step by step, and her grandfather's calligraphy is recognized by everyone in calligraphy. She thought for a moment and wrote a poem "About to Enter the Wine" by Li Taibai in her grandfather's best calligraphy.

The two of them were not in a hurry, but the other girls were. They have all learned some needlework, but not everyone has the opportunity to study, especially girls. Those whose families have the conditions for their children to study will choose to let boys go.

Nearly half of girls don’t even know how to hold a pen, let alone write. Other

Although a few girls have already started writing, they look quite sloppy just from a distance.

Two quarters of an hour later, Zhang’s mother asked them to stop writing and collect the paper in their hands one by one.

Those girls who knew nothing simply handed in a blank piece of paper. Mother Zhang couldn't help but frown at the words written by the girls. After reading for a long time, she didn't even recognize what the words were. When she asked, the answers she got didn't match the words on the paper at all.

There are also some that are written correctly, but they are all simple characters such as "big" and "small", and the handwriting is not very neat.

The girls also knew that they were not good at writing. After handing over the paper, they blushed and lowered their heads.

"Mother Zhang, this is mine." Lu Yue confidently handed what she wrote to Mother Zhang.

After reading so many copies, I finally found one I could understand. It was part of "The Female Ring" written in small regular script. Mother Zhang relaxed her brows and nodded slightly.

When Meng Dong arrived, Zhang's mother read what she had written, and the corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously.

Meng Dong didn't notice, but still felt good about himself and explained, "I have forgotten all the books I have read, but I can still write the names of family members and familiar people." She stretched out her hand to point, as if to praise, " Look, this is your name.”

"It's hard for you to remember my name." Mother Zhang smiled softly, thinking that Meng Dongniang must have mentioned her in front of others a lot.

When it was Ding Xiang's turn, she said shyly: "I haven't read a book and can only draw some simple embroidery patterns."

Zhang's mother saw her embroidery yesterday, and the embroidery samples she drew were also good. She had some skills, so she comforted her, "It doesn't matter if you can't read. Your craftsmanship has surpassed many people."

Lilac is favored

Ruo Jing said, "Thank you, Mother Zhang, for your support."

Yunling finally handed the written poem to Zhang’s mother.

Mother Zhang was first attracted by her elegant and free handwriting, and was greatly surprised when she saw that the verses written on it were not familiar to ordinary women. Then when I thought about it, it made sense. What she said to Lu Yue that day was really impressive.

"Although I don't know how to appreciate calligraphy and painting, I think your writing is very good. You must have spent some time on it and read a lot of books."

Yunling always remembered her identity. After hearing what she said, she hurriedly replied: "I don't even remember what happened before, but the strange thing is that I can remember these things well."

Mother Zhang also remembered it, her eyes softened a bit, "I guess you have worked hard on this, so you can still remember it under such circumstances. This is a good thing."

"I also want to see what Yun Ling wrote." Meng Dong happily ran over and interrupted the conversation between the two.

Zhang's mother was not annoyed and handed her the paper helplessly.

Meng Dong took it and praised it: "Yunling, is this really written by you?"

Yunling smiled and said nothing, knowing that she didn't need her answer.

Sure enough, Meng Dong then said: "You are so talented, a truly talented woman! Although I can't understand what is written, Zhang's mother said it, so I can't be wrong."

Yunling smiled and shook her head: "I don't dare to be called a talented girl, I just know how to write a few words."

After arriving here, she also consciously learned all kinds of information and found that the history here before the Tang Dynasty was the same as modern times. Starting from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, it seemed to be divided into two branches, which was completely different from the history she was familiar with. .

Based on this, she chose

I wrote a poem by Li Bai just because I was afraid it would shock everyone. Otherwise, if she randomly writes a poem by a great poet they don't know, she will really be given this title. This wasn't what she wanted.

"You think you can be called a talented woman just by yourself, no matter what her status is!" Lu Yue was curious about what Yunling's handwriting looked like, but couldn't help but look over.

"What's wrong with your identity?" Meng Dong replied, "Anyway, Yunling's talents are better than yours!"

"Okay, shut up," Zhang's mother put away what they had written, stopped the two from continuing to argue, and then said to the girls, "You have been in the mansion for a while, and you have learned the rules. , I will prepare for the second master’s wedding starting tomorrow.”