The outside world doesn't know anything about the family affairs of the Weiyuan Hou Mansion, in the eyes of these ladies and ladies, as the eldest daughter who is not from the Hou of Weiyuan, the identity of Feng Zhige's concubine is very dirty, and even speculates about it, and the most popular speculation is that Feng Zhige is just from the aunt of the Hou Mansion, and the aunt is favored by the Hou Hou, so Feng Zhige was recorded in the name of Mrs. Weiyuan Hou.

Hearing the word "aunt", Feng Zhige looked at Lian Qing, who was proud of making Feng Zhige ugly, obviously in the hot summer, but the coldness in his eyes made Lian Qing can't help but shudder.

In Feng Zhige's eyes, these are just children in front of her, and she usually doesn't care about children, but if someone wants to humiliate herself, it's another matter.

The relationship between her and Lian Qing six years ago obviously didn't leave a good impression on the other party, but she had long forgotten that she didn't want to pay attention to Lian Qing, but Lian Qing still had to angrily brush up in front of her.

Could it be that she ignored her six years ago, and Lian Qing decided that she had a good temper?

In that case, what about fulfilling her?

The lazy half-squinted phoenix eyes opened suddenly, and those eyes seemed to reflect the rippling light in the lotus pond, which was particularly clear and transparent.

When he was stared at by these eyes that seemed to be flashing with streamers, there was obviously no joy or anger in those eyes, but it made the young ladies who were originally coaxing all quiet down.

That gaze finally fell on Lian Qing, and Lian Qing suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure, if she hadn't pinched the edge of the table stiffly, she would have to retreat to show weakness.

Zhu's lips curved into a graceful arc, but Feng Zhige's words were not very popular, "I had a relationship with Miss Lianjia six years ago, but I haven't seen Miss Lian for six years, and Miss Lian hasn't grown at all, which is really disappointing." ”

The eyes gathered around made Lian Qing's face hot, in front of these noble girls, she was already a dwarf from a businessman, so she had to pinch her head in everything. At this time, she was ridiculed, and she couldn't help but be angry at the moment, but she was stopped by a grandmother standing behind her.

His family knows his own affairs, and Lian Qing's temper in the house on weekdays can't be reconciled. That grandmother was specially dialed to her by Lian Qing's mother, just for fear that she would make her temperament do something inappropriate on such an occasion.

Glancing at the grandmother meaningfully, Feng Zhige said again: "Even Miss Lian seems to be a little unable to see her identity, you have said that the identity of the eldest daughter of the Hou Mansion is precious. Anyone who wants to see my knowledge has to perform like a play? ”

The scope of these words was wide enough, and the faces of the ladies who were waiting to see the excitement changed, and many people glared at Feng Zhige angrily. Can the eldest daughter of the Hou Mansion have no one in her eyes, and she can boast of her preciousness, and compare everyone else to a play!

Not to mention Lian Qing now, even the face of the shrewd and steady mama behind her has changed.

Even if the Lian family is the richest man in Huzhou, he is indeed only a businessman, which is much inferior to the family of the powerful, but since the eldest aunt and grandmother of the Lian family got married. But no one talks about the Lian family's background anymore.

Now that she is being ridiculed for her low background in front of a girl who has not yet reached the age of marriage, or is she in front of so many noble girls, and she is told that they are connected to the family, how to interact with people in the aristocratic circle of Huzhou?

The grandmother opened her mouth to answer, but Feng Zhige didn't give her a chance at all, but continued: "However, since Miss Lian wants to see the knowledge of a person in the Hou Mansion, I have always been generous, so I will fulfill your wish this time." ”

Everyone waited for Feng Zhige to stand up and write the poem herself, but she turned her head, pointed to a maid standing behind her, and said, "This is a little maid next to me who is not angry." I only followed me for a few days. ”

Although he didn't say it explicitly, it was clearly a look of "just this little girl can compare you to you", which made the young ladies present hurt their livers.

"Banxia, didn't you make a new couplet two days ago. I think it's quite suitable for Miss Lian, so I'll write it as Miss Lian's gift. Ignoring what the others thought, Feng Zhige commanded lightly.

"Yes."

Banxia didn't twist either, he bowed, and he didn't panic under the gaze of so many people, and walked to the table calmly. Dip the pen in the ink, and write a few vigorous words on the rice paper that has been laid.

The reeds on the wall are top-heavy and shallow.

Bamboo shoots in the mountains, with thick skin and hollow belly.

Almost at the moment when Banxia put down the pen, Lian Qing's white little face was first red, and then quickly turned pale.

It is said that beating people does not slap their faces, and scolding people does not expose their shortcomings.

Especially these ladies who pride themselves on being gentle and upright, even if there is any contradiction between them, at most it is just a few words of prickly hidden in the cotton.

But Feng Zhige is obviously not taking the usual path, and letting a maid write this couplet is a humiliation to the Lian family, and the content of this couplet not only ridicules the Lian family's shallow foundation, but also points to Lian Qingcai's shallow learning.

not only revealed the short, but also slapped the face.

Not to mention Lian Qing, even the grandmother who has experienced a lot of wind and waves can't help but change her complexion.

As if nothing had happened, Feng Zhige got up and took a closer look at the undried couplet, and nodded with satisfaction, "Although I'm not angry with this girl, I guess Miss Lian won't refuse my sincere gift, right?" ”

Lian Qing glared at Feng Zhige hatefully, her eyes were red, and her face was hideous, as if she was going to eat Feng Zhige raw.

This appearance is completely different from her usual cute and cute, and even a little scary, and many young ladies are a few steps away from her without a trace.

Feng Zhige doesn't care about this, some people are like this, when you ignore her, she provokes in every way, insists on treating herself as a green onion, she can't afford to lose when she suffers a loss, and she looks like everyone owes her.

Feng Zhige is not used to her, since she has made up her mind to make her faceless, how can she forget it because her face is not good-looking.

Pick up the couplet on the table, wait for the ink to dry, and quickly roll it into a small roll and hand it to Lian Qing, who was almost rushing over.

"Miss Lian, a little gift, please Haihan." The cold voice seemed to be like substance, making people's hairs stand on end.

Seeing this situation, many young ladies sympathized with Lian Qing a little, and in this way, Miss Lian was not the enemy of the eldest girl of the Feng family at all. At the same time, I was secretly glad in my heart, fortunately, they didn't make a mistake at that time to provoke the eldest girl of the Feng family, otherwise they would be the ones who are making a fool of themselves now.

As if looking at the enemy who killed his father, staring at the couplet in Fengzhi's singer, Lian Qing only felt that the string called reason had been stretched to the limit and could break at any time. The hand that pinched the edge of the table was too hard, and the sharp, beautiful nails made a slight crackling sound and broke in two.

Suddenly let go of the hand holding the edge of the table, and pushed the grandmother behind him away, Lian Qing grabbed Feng Zhige's face across the long table, and scolded sharply: "Slut, you ......" (to be continued.) )

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