pear blossoms fall to the end of the night

Singing and dancing, beauties like clouds, everyone is fascinated by it. In order to maintain their image, many nobles will not eat too much at the banquet, so as not to be gossiped by others, but Wei Young has no such concerns at all. If you don't eat it, it's a waste. It's a pity to throw it away in the end, so for her, activities like singing and dancing are just for her to enjoy herself. My little lady picks up vegetables.

Wei Young buried her head in the taste, and she would never refuse anything that Jing Li brought over, Jing Li felt very satisfied just looking at it like this.

"Msanggong, you can eat too. This... this... and this... are all delicious."

Wei Young also didn't forget to put some dishes she was satisfied with for Jing Li, Jing Li moved her chopsticks and ate it with dignity.

When Jing Li was still Song Yaosheng, her favorite food was meat. She was very active at that time, and Song Pin herself was also a meat eater, so she basically didn't eat without meat.On the way to flee, sometimes she couldn't even eat a meal, and what she missed most at that time was the meat made by her mother, but after she became Jingli, she had to change her living habits, and she was influenced by Princess Fan Qing , I gradually stopped liking meat.

"Sanggong, how does this chicken taste?"

"Well, very good." Jing Li put down his chopsticks and replied with a smile.

Wei Young showed a big smile, very satisfied that Jing Li likes what she likes.

After singing and dancing, Hui Hou saw that everyone had basically stopped chopsticks, so he said to Zhaohua: "Daming has been a state of etiquette since ancient times. If you don't learn poetry, you can't speak, and if you don't learn etiquette, you can't stand. Etiquette has always been the most important thing for me to select talents in the Ming Dynasty. Speaking of this, Aijia suddenly remembered the "National Policy" written by Ziyuan when he won the first prize in the examination. The first emperor called it. .”

When mentioning the first emperor, Hui Hou observed Jing Li's expression, but Jing Li just smiled as usual, "It's the first emperor's praise."

"Ziyuan is humble. A few years ago, Daming was a mess. If it weren't for you, Aijia and His Majesty wouldn't be so peaceful."

There was a little doubt in Jingli's heart. Huihou's words sounded like there was no problem, but she always felt that something was wrong.

Zhaohua glanced at Huihou, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "My mother is impatient. I know that you are a lover of poetry, so let's start drinking according to my mother's wishes."

Jing Li also echoed and said: "Poetry can be prospered, watched, grouped, and complained. It is a blessing for the country that the queen mother loves it."

Hui Hou naturally knew that Zhaohua was deliberately changing the subject, but the two of them sang together and put a high hat on themselves. Hui Hou couldn't say anything at all, so she had to smile and said: "Your Majesty knows Aijia best, let's start."

Because everyone at the table must participate in the Liushang meeting, including many women, Huihou lowered the difficulty, prepared paper and pens for everyone, and asked good questions before drumming, which can also give a lot of bad luck. Time for the poet to prepare.

Jing Li quietly asked Wei Young, "Are you nervous? Don't you really need me to help you?"

Wei Young held the pen and shook her head indifferently, "With so many people, it's definitely not my turn."

Jing Li didn't say anything more, anyway, even if it was really Wei Young's turn, she would have a solution.

"Now it's night, so let's use this night as the title."

As soon as the words fell, many people began to think hard.

With the sound of the drum, the glass cup was passed from Zhaohua to Chu Huairou, and then passed down from Chu Huairou. Jing Li picked up a pen and quickly wrote a poem on the paper. Start a brush and pretend to paint and paint.

"stop."

When the drums stopped, everyone's eyes fell on... Wei Young.

Wei Young was still holding the glass cup in his hand, with a dazed expression on his face, he didn't understand why the thing went around in everyone's hands and then returned to his own, he didn't react at all, okay?

Hui Hou looked at Wei Young lovingly and said, "Wei Young, let's start."

Jing Li reached out to grab the cup in Wei Young's hand, with his wide sleeve blocking the small table in front of him, and with the other hand, he quickly switched the paper in front of him with Wei Young's, the whole movement was only seen by Fei Hua and Tao Liu behind him arrive.

Feihua's eyes twitched, Mr. Xiang, don't you usually hate those people who seek connections and go through the back door the most?What about ethics?

Wei Young blinked her eyes, meaning, you want me to cheat?

Jing Li didn't speak, the meaning was very obvious, aren't you afraid of shame?fine.

Wei Young was crying, but... I can't read.

At this time, someone with good intentions said: "Mr. Jing is amazing, and Mrs. Jing must be pretty."

Ye Weiyi liked this situation even more. Her cousin was an illiterate idiot, and now she was able to show her true nature, and in front of so many people, her face was thrown in front of the Queen and Queen Mother. Li will definitely hate her when she finds out, so she also said: "Weiyang, uncle is also a gentleman, you can't disgrace him."

As soon as Ye Weiyi's words came out, Jing Li cast a meaningful look at her, because Wei Young married into the Xiangfu, she was eligible to be invited to Queen Hui's birthday banquet, if Jing Li remembers correctly, when she returned to Ning , she should be the one who put Qiu Shaoyuan into the Ye Mansion, what kind of thoughts does this cousin, Wei Young, have in mind?

Everyone was chattering, Wei Young had no choice but to grit her teeth, stood up with the piece of paper Jing Li gave her, cleared her throat and read: "Silver candle autumn light coldly draws the screen, Qingluo small fan flutters the fireflies. The sky and night are as cool as water , lie down and watch Altair Vega."

In the entire hall, except for Jing Li who frowned almost invisibly, everyone was amazed, and Ye Weiyi almost gritted her silver teeth.

Naturally, this poem was also written by Jing Li, but it was not the one written on paper.

"It's really a good poem. The poem talks about Mrs. Jing and Mrs. Jing, right? I didn't expect Mrs. Jing and Mrs. to be so affectionate. I really envy me."

A lady from the official family praised generously.

Wei Young blushed, this poem came out of Jing Li's accidental feeling, thanks to her good memory, otherwise she would really embarrass her father and husband.

But Wei Young wasn't quite sure if what she was reading was written by Jing Li, so she tentatively asked softly: "Sir, have I behaved well?"

Jing Li only thought that Wei Young could not write, but didn't know that Wei Young could not read, but seeing Wei Young's cautious look, she didn't want to expose her, so she replied with a smile: "Young lady is great, she is good at word for word."

Game continues.

This time the topic was changed to Chrysanthemum, and Ouyang Feishuang got the cup as she wished.

"Qiu Cong circles around the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually slanting. It's not that I prefer chrysanthemums among flowers, and there are no flowers when all the flowers bloom."

"Miss Ouyang really deserves to be the number one beauty in my Ming Dynasty. She is so elegant and clean that I admire her. Ouyang is very lucky."

Ouyang Yi smiled and received a compliment from a colleague.

Hui Hou also nodded with a smile, "It's autumn at this time, isn't it because Fei Shuang said that the flowers are all blooming and there are no flowers."

After playing the game for several rounds, Huihou discussed with Zhaohua before announcing that the winner was Ouyang Feishuang.

Although Weiyang's poems are also good works, they are more romantic. On the other hand, Ouyang Feishuang's poems are much more generous, so the winner is Ouyang Feishuang.

Ouyang Yi stood up from the banquet and bowed, "Your Majesty, empress, I also want to take advantage of the joy to ask for a favor for my little girl."

Zhaohua asked: "Oh? What kind of gift? Mr. Ouyang just said it's okay."

"Your Majesty, as we all know, my daughter is sixteen this year, but she is not yet married. The eldest son of Wu Yushi's family is gentle and handsome, and he is just right for my son. I dare to ask Your Majesty to marry my daughter."

Zhaohua's face was sinking, and he couldn't see any emotion. Ouyang Yi was looking for help. Looking at Wu Yushi who was sitting in the banquet, he also stood up.

"Your Majesty, the youngest daughter of the Ouyang family is all over the world, and if she marries a daughter-in-law, she is also my minister's..."

Before Wu Yushi finished speaking, Zhaohua waved his hands impatiently, "It's just a trivial matter, I'm sure."

Jing Li picked her lips, it turned out that the biggest winner of the whole banquet was Ouyang Yi, isn't Ouyang Feishuang's marriage the best bargaining chip for him?A daughter with both talent and beauty marrying the son of the doctor censor is very useful, so...Master Ouyang, what purpose do you want to achieve with this marriage contract?Is it just to consolidate the position of the Ouyang family?

Ouyang Feishuang's marriage was settled, and Ouyang Yi also breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Huihou's place, and Huihou returned him a self-evident smile.

But Ouyang Feishuang, who was under Ouyang Yi's head, was very complicated at the moment.

Ever since she knew that Jing Li was a woman, she felt angry at first, and disgusted at the second. Why did Jing Li pretend to be a man to deceive her feelings? The hateful thing is that Jing Li has humiliated her like that. That's all for me, Ouyang Feishuang may think that he has someone in his heart, but Jing Li said that he was looked down upon by a woman. She hated her deeply, but when she saw her again, Ouyang Feishuang felt a lot of sadness in her heart.

She has been the apple of the eye since she was a child, and no one who has met her has ever felt admiration for her. Ever since she heard about Jing Li's deeds, she always thought that she would marry Jing Li, and only Jing Li could match her. For someone like Jing Li, from the first time she saw him, Ouyang Feishuang felt that the best words in the world could not describe him, nor could it represent him. How can the son of the imperial historian who secretly raises a woman be compared, but Jing Li is a woman, not to mention, Jing Li doesn't love her either.

Ouyang Feishuang looked at Jing Li with complicated eyes, but Jing Li didn't even give her a look, she just felt sad, a sense of powerlessness that had nothing to do with love and hate hit her deeply, and she was finally going to marry, All Mingguo would bless herself, except herself.