Yu Shixu was still comforting the angry Juan Juan, "Don't be angry Juan Juan, we will ignore him."
He's just a clown. Arguing with him makes him feel better. When dealing with such people, just ignore them.
But the more Yu Shixu ignored him, the more he chattered, his voice buzzing in his ears like flies, and he laughed with the group of followers from time to time.
It’s really unbearable!
Juanjuan lay on his elder brother's shoulder, shook his head cutely, and opened his mouth slightly, but the words were not addressed to Zhao Pengcheng, but to the followers.
"Aren't you afraid that your poems will be stolen when you play with him?"
"..."
As soon as he said this, the atmosphere on the other side became strangely quiet for a while.
Several people looked at each other and looked at each other.
Zhao Pengcheng's face suddenly turned red. He stood up angrily and pointed at Juanjuan. "What nonsense are you talking about, little one? Who asked you to come here at the Poetry Club? Go home quickly."
Juan Juan was not afraid at all. She raised her head and looked at him without fear, her cheeks bulging, "Juan Juan is not going back! If Ni can come, why can't Juan Juan come? Juan Juan can't copy other people's poems!" "
"You, you—!" He pointed angrily at his curly nose, not wanting you to come up with anything.
But Yu Chuezhi didn't want to. He lowered his face and said with sharp eyebrows and a cold expression, "Zhao Pengcheng, I advise you not to point your fingers at my sister."
"Who do you think you are? I can point out whoever I want to here. Can you control me?!"
But after he finished speaking quickly, he saw Yu Chuezhi's eyes were serious and felt a little frightened. He suddenly thought that Yu Juanjuan had been made a princess a few days ago. Not to mention using his fingers, just those words he just said were... It's disrespectful. Under the current circumstances, it's not impossible for the emperor to use this reason to kill him.
Zhao Pengcheng's face turned pale, and he began to think about what steps he should find for himself to go down.
Lin Shijin, who had been silent all this time, spoke up. For him, it was definitely a timely help.
"Brother Zhao, please give me some respect. This is a poetry gathering. Don't make a scene."
Zhao Pengcheng was overjoyed when he heard this, but he still tried his best to suppress his anger, "Okay, I will give you a face today."
He walked down the steps perfectly, and Lin Shijin felt a little brighter on his face.
Look, the eldest son Zhao of the Zhao family in the capital has to give him face, what an honor it is.
He said a little arrogantly, "Since Mr. Zhao won't pursue the case anymore, second brother should give me some face."
Yu Quezhi just frowned when he heard this. Although he sat back, his eyes were filled with disgust, as if he had seen something incredible.
"ill!"
It's really a fallacy. An evil person like Su Minglian shouldn't get married and have children. Look at what kind of monsters he is born with. They are not like his uncle at all, but they are 100% similar to Su Minglian.
Juanjuan also stuck out his tongue and made a face at him, then ignored the furious Lin Shijin, turned his head and nestled in his elder brother's arms.
[What an annoying cousin! If you don't speak up for your own family, you will have to do something to the Zhao family! 】
Yu Shixu lowered his eyes and rubbed her head, with a smile on his lips and said nothing.
While they were talking, the poetry meeting was about to begin. Since this poetry meeting was open to both men and women, many women came over in twos and threes.
Chu Ruyi stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go over and join in the fun."
Several people stood up and when they walked out of the pavilion, they saw a young lady wearing a pink and gold long pleated skirt walking over.
It wasn't just a few of them who were stunned, many people present stopped in their tracks when they looked at her clothes.
They had never seen a skirt in this form. The butterflies embroidered with gold thread seemed to be dancing in the sun, shining and extravagant.
Juanjuan's eyes suddenly lit up. She raised her head and pulled up her eldest brother's clothes and asked, "What is this skirt?"
[Juan Juan is going to use his own little coffers to buy one for his mother and sisters! 】
Yu Shixu, who has always been well-informed, also fell silent and shook his head helplessly, "I'm sorry Juanjuan, big brother doesn't know either."
The woman seemed to be unaccustomed to facing the gaze of so many people. She stepped in a hurry and stepped on a small stone when passing by them. She stumbled and fell towards Jiang Heli.
How could Jiang Heli see such a beautiful woman fall to the ground? He quickly stretched out his hand to help the woman up.
He lowered his eyes and asked in a concerned voice, "Are you okay, girl?"
The woman's eyes were shy and timid. She raised her eyes and glanced at him nervously, then lowered her eyes quickly. Her voice was a little nervous, "Slave...my name is Fuling. Thank you, Master, for your help."
After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry. After the woman left, everyone started to argue.
Chu Ruyi racked her brains and thought again and again, but still couldn't remember which family this girl was from.
As a prostitute in the capital, if there is a young lady he doesn't recognize, it should be a concubine from some family.
With sharp eyes, Juan Juan spotted the sachet hanging on the jade pendant on Jiang Heli's waist. Her eldest brother happened to be standing very close to him, so Juan Juan pulled it off, and a sweet fragrance rushed straight to her forehead, "Sister's sachet." It’s fallen!”
Jiang Heli lowered his head and saw that it was a pink sachet embroidered with flowers. It must have been accidentally dropped by the girl just now.
He picked up the sachet and said goodbye to a few people, "I'm going to return this thing to the lady."
He still remembered which direction the girl was walking just now.
The seats at the poetry meeting were almost full. There were many small square tables and futons arranged in two rows, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on the tables.
There are some spectator seats next to it, with some fruit snacks placed on them.
Coming to the Spring Feast is nothing more than a few things: reading poems, admiring flowers, listening to music, and chatting. It has been like this for so many years, and there is nothing new.
But Juanjuan was different, she was extremely excited.
Juanjuan: I only came to the Peony Garden to do three things: eat! eat! Still eat!
While the eldest brother and the second brother were chatting with friends, she was putting something in her mouth.
When he saw the title of this year's poetry meeting, Yu Quezhi raised his eyebrows, and then looked at his eldest brother, "It's spring again this year, don't you have any new ideas?"
Chu Ruyi smiled and said, "It should be in response to the name of Spring Banquet."
As they chatted, Yu Shixu suddenly noticed that the dumpling in his arms seemed a little warm.
He lowered his head and saw Juanjuan with a red face. He frowned and asked, "Jianjuan, what's wrong with you?"
"Juanjuan is okay~" Xiao Nai's voice was erratic.
[My head is dizzy and my body is very hot, just like the feeling I had after secretly drinking Tiandi Wine. 】
"Did you eat something you shouldn't have?" Yu Quezhi asked nervously.
There are some common snacks on the table, and many people here have eaten them without any problems.
Juan Juan dully thought of the sweet smell he smelled when he picked up the sachet just now.
[Is there something wrong with the sachet? 】
