As Yu Jing, who is about to become the concubine of the idle king in the near future, she doesn't know Ji Youyouzhen, yesterday she was learning royal etiquette under the guidance of her grandmother in the palace when she received a post from her former friend Yang Qiuyue, thinking that she had been away from Beijing for many years and was much more estranged from the ladies in the capital, so she wanted to take this opportunity to meet a few more daughters. Before today's trip, the palace grandmother brought a little girl with the pseudonym "Li Youyou" to her and asked her to bring her to the Guanyin Temple Fair to see more knowledge.

Li Youyou is young, dressed inconspicuously, and not enthusiastic about people, Yu Jing tried to talk to her several times, but she was lukewarm and perfunctory. Yu Jing no longer insisted on it, and instead chatted with Yang Qiuyue and the others, and at this time, she was surprised to see "Li Youyou" and Jing Wushuang approaching.

And Guo Ruorong has been tied to him since she met Cheng Zhiheng the year before last, and the previous Jing Wushuang was sneering at her because of her identity, and she also thought that she would quarrel with Jing Wushuang for the rest of her life, but she never thought that Cheng Zhiheng's newly married wife would be replaced by the soft and weak Jing Shuangxue. Guo Ruorong doesn't like the flamboyant Jing Wushuang, it doesn't mean that she will like the supple Jing Shuangxue, she wanted to find an opportunity to provoke the two sisters to quarrel and watch jokes, who knew that Jing Wushuang was completely indifferent, which made Guo Ruorong have a dark anger that was indisputable.

Compared with the simple thoughts of these two people, Cheng Lianxin's mood is much more complicated. She and her brother Cheng Zhiheng have always been good friends, and the brother and sister have been called "poetry and books" by the people of Beijing, Jing Wushuang has always belonged to the kind of woman who has no one in her eyes, and Cheng Lianxin, who is used to being praised by others, has always disliked Jing Wushuang, who is disdainful of herself. Now Jing Shuangxue has become her sister-in-law, and she is respected everywhere, which greatly satisfies her vanity. In her imagination, even if Jing Wushuang, who was so infatuated with her brother, didn't chase Cheng's house to make trouble on the wedding day, she would definitely come to the door to ask Cheng Zhiheng and Jing Shuangxue to give an explanation. You know, she was still waiting for the moment when Jing Wushuang, who had always been empty-eyed, cried and begged her for help, but what she didn't expect was that Jing Wushuang calmly acted as if nothing had happened. Isn't my brother good enough? Or is there some other conspiracy on her part?

I have to say that people who are too smart always think too much, and if Jing Wushuang knew about the mental activities of these people, he would be dumbfounded. And now she can only watch Ji Youyou bury her head in the basket like a groundhog.

In fact, Guo Ruorong and the others didn't forget to bring the box, but the things they brought were all fine pastries that Ji You was used to, and they were naturally not as good as these novelties brought by Jing Wushuang. In addition to all kinds of sour and thirst-quenching fruits, wraps, fried dumplings, potato cakes and the like are all made by Qin Ruixi for Su Fang, not only Ji Youyou felt the novelty, but even Jing Wushuang felt that although these things were not exquisite, they tasted very good.

Most of the more than a dozen people on this trip were pampered women, and they didn't go far one by one and were out of breath, and then saw that Ji Youyou's left hand and right hand were full of food, and the younger Guo Ruorong and Yang Qiuwan couldn't stand it at first, and pointed to the octagonal pavilion hidden in the green trees in front of them, "Let's go there and rest." ”

When this official road was built, the terrain was higher than the dirt road, and several large octagonal pavilions were built along the way for visitors to rest. The pavilion that Guo Ruorong and others saw was built between the cliffs, and after entering, they could overlook the crowds of people in the large square in front of the hall, and they could also see civilians wearing various costumes from their feet to form a zigzag line to connect the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Guo Ruofu, who was familiar with the road conditions, nodded, and the accelerated pace of several people quickly turned around the woods and came to the pavilion, but the situation in the pavilion made Qing Yao and Yang Qiuwan, who were walking in front, stop.

"Guys, come out quickly, let us go in and rest." Yang Qiuwan glanced at the two men and three beautiful women in the pavilion, her face full of disgust, "Hmph, those people guarding the mountain road are really blind, anyone dares to let them in!" ”

Ji Youyou stopped eating, approached Jing Wushuang and whispered: "The three women inside seem to be from the Hairpin Pavilion, and they had some disputes with Yang Qiuwan on the way here. It's true, people's carriages have been in front all the time, and the leading hall has already let the Jingshe come out, why are you still so aggressive? Listening to the tone, Ji Youyou had a lot of complaints about Yang Qiuwan's unreasonableness, and he didn't know what made this golden branch and jade leaf unaccustomed to it.

Jing Wushuang's gaze was fixed on the tall beauty headed by the hairpin flower pavilion. Rou Xue is said to have half exotic blood, the same talent and appearance, and the same beautiful crown, but her identity is as different from Cheng Lianxin's identity. In her previous life, Rou Xue was Cheng Zhiheng's confidante, and Cheng Zhiheng was also her first guest to enter the scene, and was later ransomed by Cheng Zhiheng and carried to the Cheng Mansion, Jing Wushuang was used by Jing Shuangxue to assassinate the male fetus that had been formed in Rou Xue's womb, and then Cheng Zhiheng was disgusted and completely left behind.

"The little girl has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth!" He Rouxue and the three of them sat in the pavilion to enjoy the scenery were two men about thirty years old, one of them had two mustaches, waved his hand to stop the guards behind him, walked to the entrance of the pavilion and stood, swept around the pavilion A group of good-looking women outside the pavilion The eyes lit up, touched the beard, and scolded condescendingly.

Guo Ruofu and Yang Qiuyue are older, and they are both relatives, they saw a trace of abnormal eagerness in the man's eyes, glanced at each other, and invariably persuaded their own people, "Since there are already people in the pavilion, let's move on, don't disturb others Yaxing." ”

"I'm afraid I can't find a quiet place along the way in the past two days, this gazebo is wide, and we only occupy a small half. If you ladies and ladies don't dislike it, I'll let all my subordinates stand outside and make room for you. The eight-character beard's eyes fixed on Cheng Lianxin's face in the crowd, and his eyes flashed with brilliance.

Cheng Lian's heart is very self-conscious, and the man's focused gaze not only does not embarrass her, but has a sense of self-satisfaction. On weekdays, Rouxue in the hairpin hall is always compared with her, in addition to her identity, she also wants to compete with such a woman; However, it is precisely because of their identities that the two are destined to have no chance to part ways. Now that the other party left the soft snow and was courteous to her, it greatly satisfied her vanity, and immediately responded in a coquettish voice, "Then I will disturb a few people." ”

Guo Ruofu frowned and was about to persuade two more words, but Cheng Lianxin took the lead and stepped up the steps. The mustache didn't let go, but just turned sideways slightly, and vaguely looked at the chest of Fan Chenglian's heart, "This young lady acts neatly and unruly, and has the momentum of not letting the eyebrows go, and she hasn't consulted the house yet?" ”

In the first few years of the Great Qi Dynasty, it was no longer as strict as it was at the beginning, but it was a little bit easier to ask about the identity of a woman when he came up like this eight-character beard.

"How can people like you inquire about my sister Cheng's name!" If you are not afraid of god-like opponents, you are afraid of pig-like teammates. This sentence could not be more appropriate for Yang Qiuwan.

Before her words fell, Rou Xue, who was frowning and playing against another man, couldn't help but throw down the chess pieces and mess up the chessboard, turned her head and raised her eyebrows, "If the slave family is not mistaken, this is Miss Cheng Lianxincheng, who is known as the poetry and book master of the Ministry of Rites." ”