She won't feel sad because of such a person. After all, such a person is not worthy of her affection.
Even if a mere peasant girl receives a reward from His Majesty, her original nature cannot be changed.
She will use her actions to prove that she is the one most worthy of His Royal Highness.
His Royal Highness will eventually be hers.
"Girl——"
Back in front of the Qinghe Courtyard, Geng Hanchu turned to look at Ying Qingci, "I really don't remember her. Don't take it to heart."
He remembered that when he was very young, there was an extra girl beside his father, and this was what he told his mother.
It was to prevent the queen mother from misunderstanding.
Ying Qingci is the person he likes, so he can't let her misunderstand her.
"Third brother, I didn't misunderstand."
She understood Geng Hanchu's character and naturally believed in him.
Hearing her words, Geng Hanchu felt relieved.
After returning, even Tingfeng could feel that Geng Hanchu was in a very good mood, and his attitude towards his servants also improved a lot.
Over there, Ying Qingci went directly to Ying Shuangbai's place.
Although she has been here for a few days, she is still a little worried that they will not adapt.
"Uncle, aunt, how do you feel?"
"Xiao Liu, we are fine, don't worry."
Yang Shan and Ying Shuangbai have been recovering well these days. The injuries on their bodies have improved rapidly. They feel that the medicine here is so good. After just a few days, they no longer feel the pain.
But whether the injuries on their bodies were caused by the medicine, it was clearly because Ying Qingci used the energy of life to help them.
However, Ying Qingci would not tell them this.
"That's good."
"In a few days, after the meeting of all nations, we will leave the capital and go back to see grandma. As for Brother Qingshu, the third brother has also sent people to help search for him. Don't worry too much, otherwise, Brother Qingshu will see you by then. You will be sad."
"good."
In the past few days, although they didn't see Xiao Liu very much, it gave them a great sense of security.
They believed Xiaoliu.
However, before the meeting of all nations arrived, Ying Qingci unexpectedly received a message.
It is a grand event held every three years in the capital and a feast for talented men and women in Kyoto.
Kyoto Poetry Society.
However, looking at the post in her hand, Ying Qingci was stunned.
She had just come to the capital and didn't know many people at all. It could be said that she only knew Mo Linghe. If you really want to talk about it, Chen Wan'er was also one.
However, there was no deep friendship.
But now, the post from the poetry club was in her hands.
She turned to the end and saw Luo Tie's name - Ding Qingxue.
Oh, it turned out to be her.
Gu Xunhe often played chess with Ying Qingci these days. When he came over, he saw the post on the table, "Kyoto Poetry Society?"
"Third Grandpa, do you know?"
"Um."
Gu Xunhe sat down, raised his hand to pick up the teacup on the side, and took a sip gently.
"This Kyoto Poetry Society has always been a place for the literati in the capital to recite poems and compose poems. Most of them have real talent and learning. Now that I have received the post, you might as well go and take a look."
During this period, he really felt Ying Qingci's talent and learning.
I originally thought that Ying Qingci was very talented in agriculture, but I didn't expect that she was very good at both agriculture and talent.
However, he is very low-key.
He glanced at it and saw the name of the person who posted it, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
It seems that the person who posted this is going to make a mistake.
Mo Linghe knew that when Ying Qingci received the poetry meeting post, it was already two days later, and the poetry meeting was only one day away.
"Qing Ci, do you really want to go?"
"Well, Third Grandpa said that you can go and have a look."
In fact, she really wanted to see the poetry club in the capital.
When Mo Linghe heard this, he sighed.
She also received the post, but she had never been interested in these poetry gatherings. Even if she went there, those talented people would look down on a rough guy like her.
However, since Ying Qing resigned, she should go too.
Lest Ying Qingci be bullied.
Especially Chen Wan'er, she will definitely go to this poetry gathering.
"Then, Qingci, I'll go with you!"
Ying Qingci turned her head and looked at her in surprise.
"Don't worry, I'm here and I won't let them bully you!"
Mo Linghe patted his chest. Even if those people looked down on her, they didn't dare to show it openly. After all, she was the daughter of a general.
"good."
Ying Qingci curled her eyes.
vertical sun
Beiyuan, Kyoto, is a dense bamboo forest with a long corridor in the middle, a pavilion at the corner, and a large lake directly north of the pavilion.
On the lake, there are a few boats vaguely parading, which is suitable for literati and elegant guests to recite poems and write poems.
As soon as they approached the bamboo forest, Ying Qingci and Mo Linghe heard sounds coming from inside.
As soon as she and Mo Linghe walked into the bamboo forest, scattered eyes fell on them.
"Whose daughter is this?"
Ying Qingci came to the capital and had not yet appeared on a large scale. Seeing her now, the people in the bamboo forest were naturally curious.
"She came with Mo Linghe. She must be the daughter of those military attachés."
The person who said this was a woman in pink clothes, but when she talked about Mo Linghe, disdain flashed in her eyes.
A vulgar woman actually had the nerve to come to a poetry gathering.
"I think the relationship between them seems to be pretty good?"
"...Hiss, what she is wearing is Queyi Pavilion's latest silkworm silk dress?"
In the crowd, someone didn't know who suddenly spoke, but his eyes fell firmly on Ying Qingci.
To be precise, the clothes on her body.
Queyi Pavilion is the most prestigious clothing workshop in the capital besides the Palace Clothing Bureau. Even the nobles in the palace would sometimes summon people from Queyi Pavilion to tailor clothes for them.
This silkworm silk dress is the treasure of Queyi Pavilion. No one can buy it from there. However, now that it appears on her body, everyone is shocked.
"It should be a replica, right?"
"How is it possible that someone can buy this dress at Queyi Pavilion?"
"I heard that even Ding Qingxue, the most talented woman in the capital, couldn't buy a silk silk dress from Tiancan when she wanted to buy it. How could it appear on her now?"
No one can wear silkworm silk clothes. There are many imitations in the capital, but noble ladies will not wear those imitations.
After all, it’s too cheap.
While everyone was thinking, a thin rustling sound suddenly came from the crowd.
Immediately afterwards, several figures appeared from the end.
Ding Qingxue soon appeared in front of people.
"Miss Ding."
Everyone saluted.
The title of the most talented woman in Kyoto is still very important in this poetry meeting.
Ding Qingxue bent down, bowed to everyone, and then walked up to Ying Qingci.
"I've met the county lord."
