Dressed as a short-lived cannon fodder

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Xie Fufeng got up at this moment and said: "Second sister is weak and has never touched poetry and books, so let me, the elder sister, take her place." She stood up, her eyes fell on the peonies blooming on one side , walked back and forth a few steps, and when she returned to the banquet, she chanted loudly: "The peony in front of the court is invincible, and the hibiscus in the pond is pure and unfeeling. Only the peony is really beautiful, and the capital city is moved when the flowers bloom."

When Xie Fufeng uttered the first sentence, Xie Fushu turned around and stared at Xie Fufeng.The heroine is indeed a time traveler, or the kind of time traveler who cannot change her nature of stealing poems.Is it fun to steal ancient poems?It turns out that talented women get their names like this.She was not in a hurry to expose Xie Fufeng, listening to others' compliments to Xie Fufeng, a playful smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

"I see, Fufeng is the true beauty of the country, and this body is so beautiful that Peony can be seen." A soft laugh came out.

Xie Fuyao, who was sitting on the other side, stared at Xie Fufeng, and said after a long while: "The one on Eldest Sister looks like it was given to Eighth Sister by the emperor." The Eighth Sister that Xie Fuyao was talking about, besides Princess Zhaoyang, could have who?

"This is the reward from the Princess Mansion." Xie Fufeng said with a smile.

Who is Princess Zhaoyang?Among the ladies, there were also those who were not with Xie Fufeng and the others. Now when they heard her words, they all raised their heads to look at her, their faces full of doubts and astonishment.

"I heard it was given to the second girl by the princess." Yuan Biwu said suddenly.She is the daughter of my uncle Yuen Long, and she has always been proud.She always felt that Xie Fufeng was eager for quick success, so she didn't like her very much.Seeing Xie Fufeng's complexion change slightly, she blinked again and said, "Could it be that I remembered wrongly?"

Thinking that Princess Zhaoyang would not appear here, Xie Fufeng tried his best to smile and said, "It was His Highness who sent it to the Duke's Mansion. The second younger sister has only returned to Beijing not long ago, so she doesn't know His Highness." And there was a blush.After she finished speaking, she glanced at Cui Zheng in a panic, hoping that she would stand up and echo, so that she would be more confident.

"Really?" came a plain inquiry from behind.

"That's right, we don't even know the second daughter of the Xie family." As Xie Fufeng's good sister, Zheng Mingyue naturally wanted to speak for her.She didn't even look at anyone, so she said, "Princess Jinzhiyuye, how can anyone see her?"

"Eighth Sister." Xie Fuyao murmured.

This soft sound, like thunder, exploded in the ears of a group of people.

Apart from living in the palace, Princess Zhaoyang lives in a temple, so why would she participate in their flower festivals?Even the daughter of an important minister rarely sees this Highness.

So it was His Highness who questioned Xie Fufeng's words just now?Zheng Mingyue's face was pale with fright, her liver and gallbladder split.

Princess Zhaoyang approached Xie Fushu slowly, and Yaoqin immediately moved forward holding the green felt.

Chapter 7 [Returning the Nest] Zhaoyang

The people at the banquet were frightened by the sudden appearance of Princess Zhaoyang, and they all fell silent.

In the wine cup, the clear wine exudes a faint fragrance.Princess Zhaoyang leaned closer to Xie Fushu's side, and lightly touched the cold wine glass with her fingers.Xie Fushu had been observing Princess Zhaoyang's movements, and when she saw this, she moved the wine glass to the other side of her, frowned, and looked at Princess Zhaoyang with disapproval.

Princess Zhaoyang coughed lightly, she tilted her head with a faint smile on her lips.She raised her eyes, glanced at everyone at the table indifferently, and said casually: "What? Don't continue?" After a pause, she looked down at Xie Fushu, and seemed to complain, "Didn't it be sent to the Hou's mansion? Why? Don't wear it?"

On one side, Xie Fufeng's heart was stuck in his throat, and his eyes were wide open in shock.She didn't expect Xie Fushu to be so intimate with this princess!When did this happen?Why is she ignorant!She only hoped that Xie Fushu would speak up and say a few good words for the Hou family.

Not to mention Xie Fufeng, even Cui Zheng looked shocked and bewildered, and he didn't know how this matter would end.If she had known that Princess Zhaoyang would come to the flower festival, she would not have persuaded her husband out of fear of offending her in-laws.It's just that regretting at this moment is useless, she looked at Xie Fushu nervously, for fear that she would say something that would bring disaster to the Marquis Mansion.

Xie Fushu sighed softly, she pretended to be depressed, and whispered: "The old and the young are in order."

Xie Fufeng's complexion instantly became pale as paper.

"Really?" Princess Zhaoyang gave Xie Fufeng a sideways look, and said in a calm tone, "But I sent you, not the Houfu." As soon as the words came out, all the girls from the family guessed.Those who made good friends with Xie Fufeng gave her an annoyed look, while others were thankful that they didn't say anything for her.As for those who were not on the same page as Xie Fufeng, their eyes were full of bright contempt.

"Go ahead, I'll go find the eldest princess." Zhaoyang didn't stay at the banquet for too long, she got up slowly, brushed her sleeves, and planned to leave.Before she left, she heard Xie Fushu's extremely low voice "no alcohol", and a faint smile appeared on her face.

After Zhaoyang left, it took a long time for the atmosphere at the banquet to become active.There was a young lady who had acquaintance with Xie Fuyao, quietly whispered to her, "Why did the third princess come over?" How could Xie Fuyao know, she shook her head and remained silent.

The topic soon returned to the peony flower party, and the next few ladies wrote poems in turn, winning praises, but no one mentioned Xie Fufeng again.She had never encountered such an embarrassing thing like now, wringing her handkerchief, wishing she could leave the table.But she can't, there are quite a few high-ranking people here, and it's not her turn to be a girl from the Houfu to be presumptuous.She glanced at Cui Zheng helplessly, unexpectedly Cui Zheng also turned around, chatting with others in a low voice, without paying any attention to her.