The maid who had just spoken was very unconvinced when she heard this, and lowered her face and said, "You have insight, but you said that someone came out and asked us to listen to it." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The rest of the people also shouted: "Yes, yes, since you have knowledge, then you can also open our eyes." ”

Regardless of whether they have knowledge or not, as long as they are told, the listeners will always be unhappy.

"Sister Cui'er, tell me, what kind of person can be regarded as talented and intelligent. ”

"That's right, Cui'er, you say. ”

"Tell me—"

The maid named Cui'er held a needle in her hand, lowered her head to embroider a white magnolia, and was not annoyed when she heard the coaxing of everyone, and laughed calmly: "Otherwise, how can you say that you have no knowledge." You know that there is a young boy in the capital who can solve the puzzle of the national teacher, but you don't want to think about it, how many people are in this world?"

"What a smart person looks like, where can you guess it. She raised her face slightly and said with a smile, "The Murong family back then was really a great character. ”

The maids came together head to head, stared at her and asked, "Murong family, which Murong family?"

Cui'er let out a soft "hey", covered her mouth and smiled: "You still don't recognize it, even the Murong family has never heard of it, and you dare to say that you have insight." ”

Everyone was stunned and asked, "Is it Kyori?"

The surname Murong is not common, if it is in the capital, they should not have heard of it.

Cui'er shook her head: "Luoyi Murong Clan, you don't even know. ”

She was slightly two years older than the others, and she was already a showman, but seeing that they really didn't know at the moment, she couldn't help but feel more and more proud.

Luoyi, also known as Luoyang, is famous for its peony flowers.

The flowers are blooming like a brocade, and no one knows the Murong family.

Cui'er opened the chatterbox, and suddenly she couldn't even care about the needlework in her hand: "It is said that Luoyi is a treasure land, and the people are outstanding, and the Murong clan is the best example." The family of Confucianism has many talents, and all of them are great talents. ”

She smiled and said: "What is it to solve the problem at the age of thirteen, the little boy Murong can write poetry at the age of three, can solve the problem at the age of five, and even the chess game of celebrities and scholars can be solved at the age of seven......"

Cui'er had never been to Luoyi, let alone seen anyone from the Murong family, so she didn't know if these things were true, but she heard about it like this, so she repeated it.

There were young people in the crowd who had not heard of these things, and they were not aware of them.

"A talent like Murong Xiaogongzi is a real prodigy!"

Cui'er said in a firm tone.

The other person was still not convinced, and grabbed her words and asked, "Why is no one talking about such a prodigy now?"

Cui'er was furious: "I'm not you, how can I make it up!"

The two of them were about to quarrel when they saw it.

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard someone coughing heavily.

The voice was hurried and loud, like a warning.

Cui'er and the others hurriedly looked back with a needle and thread, and saw that the person standing on the platform was a big girl Bizhu, and they all relaxed.

Everyone knows that Sister Bizhu next to the fifth girl doesn't care about this, not only because they break their mouths, but also love to talk with them.

So a curious little girl raised her head and asked the people on the platform excitedly: "Sister Bizhu, do you know the little son of the Murong family that Sister Cui'er just said?"

Who would have thought that before the words fell, Bizhu suddenly walked down from the platform, walked to the crowd, and scolded with a slap on her face: "The government gives you monthly money so that you can use it to gossip and chew the root of your tongue?

After that, she still couldn't understand her hatred and said viciously: "Turn around and tell me to listen again, you have to take the scissors and hang them all!"

Everyone had never seen such a blue pearl, and they were all stunned.

And Bizhu, after scolding, couldn't help but show a look of melancholy on her face. Quietly, somewhat nervously, she glanced back under the porch.

I don't know when it came out.

Wearing a thin shirt on their bodies, leaning lazily against the railing, holding a fan in their hands and fanning it lightly, looking absent-minded, as if they didn't care what they were doing.

The heart that Bizhu was carrying finally fell a little.

Her face softened, and she turned her face again to look at the people who were looking at her in a daze, and said in a deep voice: "Don't say it again, hurry up and do your work!"

After speaking, she was about to leave, her steps paused slightly, and she added with her back to everyone: "What should be said and what should not be said, I will weigh it carefully!"

Everyone was stunned, looking at each other, unable to figure out what Fang Cai said that should not be said.

They are just gossiping about outsiders, and they are not talking about the masters of the mansion.

What's more, Bizhu has never taught them so vigorously in the past.

They used to say bad things about the five girls, and Bizhu couldn't stop laughing.

Everyone looks at me, I look at you, and they all see incomprehension and grievances in each other's eyes.

Only Cui'er, who was clearly the most enthusiastic person before, but her face was getting whiter and whiter, her fingers trembled, and she couldn't even hold the needle and thread.

Someone called her: "What's the matter, Sister Cui'er?"

Someone lowered his voice and comforted: "Sister Bizhu just said it so fiercely in a hurry, it doesn't matter." After a pause, she pouted under the corridor, "I'm afraid it's because the fifth girl is here." ”

In other words, the words Bizhu just said were all pretentious and pretentious, not really angry.

But Cui'er's face became more and more ugly, and she only snorted halfway, and spit out a few words like a mosquito: "I actually forgot ......"

When everyone present heard this, their faces also changed, and they asked urgently, "What have you forgotten?"

Is there really something that shouldn't be said?

Cui'er hesitated and said softly: "That little prince Murong is the fiancé of the fifth girl, and the fifth aunt of Jingning Bofu......"

Everyone was stunned.

This, this...... Isn't that a good thing......

After everyone, the prodigy was born, and he can be called an unavoidable candidate.

They knew that the fifth girl had a marriage contract since she was a child, but no one mentioned the matter of the fifth aunt for a long time, and they didn't know that she was a prodigy.

However, Cui'er still snorted, and said in a mournful manner: "Little Master Murong's intelligence is no different from ordinary people now. ”

But it's a common thing for a prodigy to grow up and be oblivious to everyone, although it's a pity, but it's not so much that you can't even mention it, right?

“...... And that's not all. Cui'er looked down at the ground, her voice was so soft that she almost couldn't hear it, "Little Master Murong suffered an accident and his appearance was ruined, and it is said that he is now as ugly as a yaksha, which is very scary......"

Yes!

No one expected this.

But no one dared to say anything later.

But in a moment, the corner was empty.

There were only three or two breezes left, whirring by, as if to blow away all those conversations.

Bizhu returned to the porch, looked at the too slight look, and didn't dare to mention the others, but asked cautiously: "It's windy, do you want to go back to the house to rest?"