As the direct princess of Jozhao, Feng Xi was born into a noble family and was domineering. Whether it's the extravagance in the early years or the excesses in recent years, the capital is famous for it.
The Xie family members come to Beijing every year, so they know this man very well and have heard about him.
For example, she is a selfish and willful idiot who often bullies the ladies of various families, especially Xie Wanyin of the Xie family.
He brought the good-for-nothing third son of the Marquis of Jingyuan into the house, but he was still obsessed with the young Marquis of the Marquis of Qibo.
As for those cases of flattery, courtship, and beatings in the street, it is even more shocking.
In addition, she was not allowed to attend the banquet today and the carriage blocked the road. She finally got in and staged things to disrupt the situation. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was the plague god of the Xie family.
Therefore, when the scolding sounded outside the door, they all showed a look of gloating on their faces.
They are so humble that they don't dare to touch the princess. There are many people in this house who can take care of her.
Then they saw that Feng Xi didn't care who the visitor was, and first directed Tian Xi and others who looked uneasy to help her change the direction of the chair...
Everyone: "..."
By the time she sat down, the man who scolded her had entered the lobby, his eyes filled with anger that even his brocade robes couldn't hide.
Only then did Feng Xi have the time to raise her head and take a good look at this middle-aged man whose brows were very similar to Xie Lang's, but his appearance was sharper and shrewder.
Who did she think had such a loud voice? It turned out to be Xie Lian, the third master of the Xie family, the father of Xie Lang, and the uncle with this unfortunate body.
"Master, so many relatives are watching this great day! Zhao Ming is a little ignorant, but we are the elders after all, so we have to be tolerant, right?"
Before Feng Xi could speak, the elegantly dressed beautiful woman beside Xie Lian stepped forward and smoothed things over with a gentle tone.
However, judging from the memory of the original owner, Feng Xi did not think that this aunt would have such good intentions.
As expected, Su looked at Feng Xi reproachfully in the next second and said:
"Zhaoming, you are the same. Even though the carriage is blocking the road, you are still messing around in the lobby. The old man will be here soon. We will wait until after the banquet to talk about other things. You'd better go and take a seat."
It has to be said that women from big families do have a lot of tricks up their sleeves. A few words not only covered up the laughable conflicts, but also gave herself and Xie Lian a reputation for being generous and caring for the younger generation.
On the other hand, Feng Xi, who has been looking for trouble, seemed to be acting very ignorantly by sitting down at table seven without resting her troubles.
In short, with Feng Xi's brain, Xie Lang, who was winking at her second sister to take credit, felt that she had to sit at these seven tables today or not.
Only Qi Xiao, with deep eyes, did not participate and only watched the show.
Whether Feng Xi is good or not, what does it have to do with him?
At the same time, Feng Xi, who was lounging on the Grand Master's chair, was also thinking, what does the original owner's uncle, aunt, and grandfather have to do with her?
So Feng Xi tapped the armrest with her fingertips and said confidently:
"Yes, yes, Feng Xi is not sensible. Uncle and aunt are the most sensible. So Feng Xi just wants to sit in her original position. Isn't it too much to ask you two to tolerate her?"
Su Yu: "?"
Xie Lian: "?"
Everyone: "?"
They knew clearly that Feng Xi was quarreling with the elders, but they were unable to refute her for the moment.
"this……"
Su Yu glanced at her husband, with a look of astonishment in her eyes. But as the future mistress of the Duke's Mansion, she still said warmly:
"Zhaoming, aren't they just seats? They all have the same dishes, so why don't you sit somewhere? You should be more generous and don't make your grandpa and uncle angry."
Hearing this, Feng Xi nodded in agreement and immediately said:
"Yes, yes, it's just a seat. You can be more generous and let them make room for me. Don't make me angry."
When being refuted for the first time, Su Yu could still think that Feng Xi had a brain problem and couldn't understand people's words.
But now it seems that the other party clearly choked her on purpose!
And Xie Lian, who saw his son's wife being frustrated one after another, was completely ashamed at this moment.
"Feng Xi, we are all relatives, do you have to be so fussy about it?"
Feng Xi nodded:
"Yes, we are all relatives. Why can't you be more tolerant of me?"
Xie Lian: "..."
At this moment, Xie Lian felt like he was about to burst.
But he couldn't break it, so he could only grit his teeth and say solemnly:
"Feng Xi, don't forget how you came in today! We can let you in, and we can also invite you out!"
As a result, Feng Xi leaned lazily on the Grand Master's chair, her smile unchanged and she said:
"Okay, uncle is so generous, how many people can you find to carry me out?"
I'm tired and don't want to talk anymore. Let's do whatever we want.
Seeing Feng Xi's attitude of "come up or shut up", Xie Lian became speechless...
By the time he found someone to carry Feng Xi out in a polite manner, his old man and his old friends had already entered the hall.
As for the old man, the most important thing is rules and reunion. If he knew that their third wife and Feng Xi were having such an ugly quarrel, he would first reprimand him as the elder.
But with so many people watching, if he doesn't drive Feng Xi out, where will his face be? How will these collaterals view him in the future?
Fortunately, just when he decided to bite the bullet and get Feng Xi out personally, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded:
"Third uncle, don't get angry about this. It's just a seat. Wan Yin can sit anywhere."
The female voice was clear and gentle, like pearls and jade, and instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.
And Feng Xi, who was lying flat, didn't even need to look back to imagine Xie Wanyin's appearance as a knowledgeable and considerate saint.
No, before she could applaud and say yes, Xie Lang, close friend Yu Wanwan and others beside Xie Wanyin couldn't sit still.
"Second sister, how can this be done? Your family has agreed to give you the title of honor this time. How can you take advantage of Feng Xi!"
"That's right, Wan Yin, we don't owe her anything, so why should we spoil her!"
"Wanyin, you deserve this. How can you wrong yourself like this?"
…
"Okay everyone."
Xie Wanyin looked around and finally landed on Qi Xiao who was beside Feng Xi, and then said firmly to Xie Lian:
"Third uncle, don't be embarrassed. I'm willing to go to Table Seven. Grandpa is coming soon, so let's pack up quickly."
She would rather keep Feng Xi than let her leave, because only in this way can she have a chance to talk to A Xiao.
"You, you, Wanyin, you are so kind..."
Looking at Xie Wanyin, who coughed slightly just after helping himself, Xie Lian's eyes immediately softened.
How could he let Wan Yin go to Table Seven?
"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you quickly make room for the main table?"
With Xie Lian's words, everyone at the junior table, who had been extremely reluctant just now, immediately started to move.
But at this moment, Feng Xi, who was leaning on the Grand Master's chair and had been silent, said:
"Tengdu is full, one is not enough, I want two!"
