Feng Jiwen didn't expect to meet him here, and thought of the previous incident for a moment, moved a little closer to the direction of Na Yancheng, and hurriedly whispered to him: "Remember, don't have another dispute with him." ”

As the so-called enemy was very red when he saw him, Na Yancheng, who had just changed his face when he saw Fukangan, couldn't help but think of the impact of his previous reckless behavior on Feng Jiwen, and he could only suppress the anger in his heart for a while, and said to her: "Don't worry...... I saw him as air, and I didn't even look at him. ”

Feng Jiwen couldn't help laughing when she heard this, but just as she was about to speak, she was attracted by an extremely flattering voice.

"Third master, please sit here, I have taken a good seat for you early in the morning...... Next to the top, and against the fire, you quickly sit and warm up. The young man in a purple brocade robe gave up his seat and bowed his waist to show goodwill to Fukangan.

This is Yuan Shoudong's eldest son, Yuan Chi.

When Fukangan sat down, a group of children immediately surrounded him, most of whom had flattering faces.

Wang Lijun and his group also got up and stepped forward in a sycophancy.

These of them, who have ordinary family backgrounds and have not been admitted to the official school of Xian'an Palace, rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with Fukangan, one of the best sons of heaven in Beijing, and seize the opportunity to naturally make up for it, regardless of whether Fukangan is willing to deal with it, it is good to be familiar.

Like Na Yancheng, who has had a holiday with him, or Ding Ziyu, who thinks that his status is low, and does not come forward to say hello, it is a minority.

Although the girls and ladies who were different from men and women did not have the courage to come up, most of them focused their eyes on the top place, or whispered something to each other.

Fukangan's identity is there, looking at the children of the capital who are unmatched, coupled with the good-looking of the child, he has taken advantage everywhere, and he is rich and handsome, especially because the family affairs have not been settled, it is natural that he has become the ideal object that the girls want to marry the most, and there is no one.

Of course, it can only be ideal, because most of the ladies here are going to participate in the draft, and there are very few people like Feng Jiwen who have been picked up and married freely.

After all, not everyone is as doting on their granddaughter as Feng Yinglian, and they don't want her to become a tool for the family to fight for power and profit.

In the face of the crowd who came to flatter, Fukangan was accustomed to eating tea unmoved, with an alienated smile on his face, as if he was as noble as him, and he had never put these people in his eyes, and would never be a person along the way.

The little boy sitting beside him was impatient, and he didn't like the sight, but he sat there for a long time.

His eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Fu Kangan, it is Fu Heng's youngest son Fu Chang'an, who has just turned ten years old this year.

"A swarm of flies, buzzing makes people's brains hurt. ”

On a table diagonally opposite Feng Jiwen, a man said mockingly.

Feng Jiwen subconsciously looked over, only to hear Ziyun lower her voice and say to her: "The good son raised by Lord Yu's family said that he killed someone in the flower building a few days ago...... If it weren't for the background of his family, where would he have the opportunity to sit here and laugh at others. ”

Feng Jiwen had also heard of this matter before--it seems that this young man should be Yu Minzhong's only son, Yu Qixian, who is said to have a violent personality and is very disagreeable with Fukangan.

His father, Yu Minzhong, is a scholar of Wenhuadian University, and he is in the limelight, and he does have the capital to oppose Fukangan.

Feng Jiwen silently noted down the appearance of the other party, and it is not a bad thing to know more about the interpersonal relationship in Beijing.

"Miss Jin Er is here!"

I don't know who shouted, and the corridor suddenly fell silent.

Feng Jiwen followed everyone's line of sight, and finally saw this female disciple who was only famous but not seen, and Mr. Yuan's most proud female disciple, Jin Rongyue, who was known as the first talented woman in the capital.

However, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he has an extraordinarily quiet temperament, the pale blue skirt is covered with a wide white robe, which is not like the elaborate dress of ordinary ladies, but it looks particularly generous and suitable for the occasion on this occasion, with a full appearance of culture, a black hair half pulled and half hanging behind his head, and a pair of phoenix eyes on the white goose egg face are as weak as water.

Like a white lotus in the water, noble and quiet, although beautiful, people can't give birth to a trace of blasphemy.

Not bad, indeed.

Feng Jiwen commented in her heart, looking at the people who quickly returned to their seats, she knew that the poetry meeting was about to start.

"Master Mengde's love will hand over this year's Xiangshan Maple Meeting to me to preside, and you are very grateful for coming. However, Rongyue is a female streamer in the end, and it is the first time to preside over the poetry meeting. She bowed slightly, and her wide sleeves hung down, making her daughter's delicate posture even more delicate.

As soon as the words fell, many voices rang out, and they were all very popular, among which there were many women, which showed that this Miss Jin Er was also popular in the Beijing girlfriend circle.

Jin Rongyue smiled slightly when she saw this, and when everyone's voices gradually lowered, she smiled again: "The poetry meetings over the years have made them all idioms solitaire routines, and this year I will preside over it, so I will be the master and dare to make a fresh and simple plan, and I have changed the method of drawing lots - I have two pots of bamboo sticks here, both of which are twin lots." You will draw one of them, and I will keep the other. If the inscription I took out was the same as the bamboo stick in my hand, it would be improvised, as in previous years, from any of the poems, calligraphy and paintings. The rules are simple and trouble-free, and the picture is a surprise, I don't know what you think?"

In previous years, idioms were solitaire, and those who could not be caught were punished by poetry, calligraphy and painting, and there were many drawbacks in the past few years, such as it was difficult to make any outstanding poems and paintings that could not be connected to idioms, and some people deliberately did not take it in order to have the opportunity to be in the limelight.

At present, this method of drawing lots is in line with the wishes of many people, on the one hand, it is really fresh, it is easy to mobilize the atmosphere, and on the other hand, it is fair.

Seeing that most of the people agreed, Jin Rongyue sat down on the high chair of the main seat, and the two waiters stepped forward with a pot and sent it to each table, so that everyone could draw it.

Due to temporary changes to the rules, the organizer has relaxed the order in line with the principle of not forcing players, and if you are unwilling to participate, you can choose not to draw lots.

But such an opportunity to make a name for himself may still attract the attention and favor of Mr. Yuan Mei, so few people will refuse.

Feng Jiwen chose not to participate in it very unproductively.

She still has a little confidence in idiom solitaire, after all, more than ten years of books are not read in vain, but she is reluctant to gamble on this kind of luck work of drawing lots or something.

What if you win?

Since I didn't plan to take the road of talented women from the beginning, it's better not to mix blindly, just sit here honestly and watch the excitement, which is good.

Ziyun happily drew a sign-in hand, and Na Yancheng and Ding Ziyu also drew each.

"Poetry, calligraphy and painting, just take the same and deal with it...... No matter how bad it is, it's just a glass of fruit wine, why don't you have fun? Ziyun suddenly chuckled twice, lowered his voice and laughed with a smile: "I know, are you so focused on seeing if there is a Ruyi Langjun who can enter your eyes, and you can't tell your heart?"

Feng Jiwen's face was full of black lines.

cough, if Ziyun didn't mention this, she would almost forget that she came here today and was still burdened with a task.

At this time, looking around at the children of these bannermen in brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes, I couldn't help but feel another mood.

Although she had no emotional experience in her previous life, she was also an older young woman in her twenties, and now looking at these people is like looking at a half-grown child, let alone marrying them.

And the older ones, needless to say, must have already had a family.

Feng Jiwen is having a headache at this time, and a whole pot of signatures on the other side has been drawn, and there are even a lot of ones that have not been smoked.

I don't know if it's because Jin Rongyue presided over the poetry meeting this year, there were more than ten people who came to participate than estimated.

In the end, it was harmless, and those who couldn't participate watched from the sidelines, and there was no dissatisfaction.

Jin Rongyue had already drawn the first lottery from the pot on the elbow case.

She lowered her eyes and whispered the signature on the bamboo skewer in Su's hand, looked at everyone with a smile, and asked, "I wonder who the other pampering stick is?"

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