They are all among the most famous families in Beijing......

He was about to open his mouth to sigh, but suddenly a voice with a shallow laugh sounded in his ears. ▲∴，

"Sisters, do you know, let's guess, what kind of interesting letter I got here?"

Su Wenhui was a little surprised, what kind of letter?

Immediately, the women who were laughing on the side looked sideways, "Sister is not going to say it soon." ”

Just look at the man standing in the center with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Earlier, I went to Yueyang City with my grandmother, and then I went to the Hou Mansion, and I walked a lot to the banquet."

"Although the news is not true."

At this, a puzzled expression appeared on the man's face.

"Why?"

"Guess what my grandmother and I heard?"

As he spoke, he shook his head, sighed, and said, "What did you say, Mrs. Yueyang Hou proposed marriage to Tongfu!" ”

There was a hissing gasp around him.

"How is that possible?"

"You must have misheard."

"Mrs. Yueyang Hou......"

"Tongfu...... But the prefect of the Tong Mansion? ”

"How can it be ......" Some people were full of disbelief, but on the contrary, there was a little sour in it.

Su Wenhui couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this, and then she squinted her eyes and thought carefully.

Before he could exit, a voice came from behind him.

"You ...... Say what? ”

Surprised, Su Wenhui looked back with a side face.

I saw Feng Yin standing there fixedly in a lilac shirt.

Jet-black hair. A hairpin with a beaded flower on the bun, with a tassel hanging from it, when speaking. The tassel is swaying. Two silver butterflies next to the ears, a little powder, the face is as charming as the moon. The eyes are shining, sultry, with a white and pure face, soft and delicate skin. The eyebrows are slender and picturesque, and the eyes are shining like stars. There is a small mouth under the bridge of the small nose. The lips are thin, and the corners of the mouth are slightly curved upward, with a little sadness. The whole face is delicate and beautiful, wearing a white shirt with silk flowers and a white pleated skirt. Dignified and noble. Quiet and elegant. So pure and pure. Tender, like a budding hibiscus, delicate and dusty.

The other party stood in the dazzling sunlight like that, and the originally delicate people looked at them with a pale face at the moment.

His lips moved, opening and closing, and the man said, "What did you say?" ”

Su Wenhui couldn't help frowning and looked at the other party twice.

I thought that no one had heard about it. He raised his voice a little.

"Mrs. Yueyang Hou has proposed marriage to Tongfu!"

Feng Yin's whole body staggered, almost unstable. The girl behind her stepped forward and hurriedly supported the other party, "Miss." The anxious business echoed in my ears, but I couldn't resist the blow of the voice.

"Impossible!" Feng Yin gritted her teeth, and two points of hatred came out of her heart, and immediately, she raised her head and looked at the person who spread rumors with a somewhat fierce gaze.

"How do you know?"

……

There was a burst of laughter in the garden.

"Look who is here, isn't this Xiao Yu, the editor of the Hanlin Academy?" A joking voice came, "I remember that Xiao Bianxiu was Tanhualang the year before last, and his talent and literary talent were first-class." ”

Su Wenhui couldn't help but raise her eyes to look, only to see another group of men coming in groups, the man in front of him was dressed in a dark green brocade robe, with his hands behind him, his face was handsome, the man smiled and hurriedly said: "Where, everyone has won the prize." ”

"Editor Xiao is really modest, you have to see Editor Xiao's literary brilliance."

Wen Hui looked down the crowd and saw the two groups of people talking and laughing.

After a moment of greetings, the people got together and began to write poems.

The ladies in the garden looked at the place with shy faces, which shows that sometimes the poetry club is indeed a good place to promote communication between men and women.

Feng Yin nodded, lifted the corner of her skirt and approached Wen Hui's side, looked ahead, and said, "What do you say!" There was an inquiring hint in his tone.

Wen Hui was slightly stunned when she heard this, then glanced at Feng Yin sideways, for a moment, smiled, and said, "Miss Feng refers to ......" Saying that, she thought of something, and continued: "I'm also hearsay, but the young lady in front of me just said a joke." ”

Feng Yin smiled, did not squint, and did not speak when she heard the words.

Immediately, he looked sideways at the center of the crowd and asked, "How do you know?" ”

Seeing this, Wen Hui stopped talking, facing forward, looking at a group of people in the garden talking and laughing.

Where in the world is there such a good thing!

Thinking about it, Feng Yin couldn't help but clench her fingers tightly.

She...... She struggled to do something...... But after all, it became like this......

Mrs. Feng......

Mother......

She thought and couldn't help but grit her teeth secretly.

I also recalled the scene a month ago, when the eldest girl Yao of the Tong Mansion performed the ceremony.

The sudden arrival of Mrs. Yue Yanghou stunned everyone and couldn't help but be stunned.

But she still had to lick her face to show goodwill to Tong Rui, so she got a place beside Mrs. Yueyang Hou.

Talking and laughing......

She doesn't know that others can't see it......

The concubine of the Shangshu Mansion family does have the intention of marrying the Marquis of Yueyang, but it is just ......

"That's not right."

"I can't say for sure, though."

"It's just that there are messages that do come out like this."

That person was also aggrieved in his heart, why did he become like this as soon as he came out?

She went to Yueyang City once, could it be that she could still tell such a lie that was not in the sky?

"Mingzhi, your sister is a famous talented woman in the capital, why haven't you seen it?" A man suddenly spoke in the crowd.

"Yes, it's really boring for just a few of us, so it's better to ask the ladies in the garden to compose poems together."

"Your sister Chen Qian is a famous lady in the capital, not only her appearance is thoughtful, but she is also slightly involved in poetry and songs, and her reputation is also very famous among these children in the capital."

Wen Hui had a strange feeling in her heart, so she glanced at the other party's expression, lowered her eyes, pursed the corners of her lips, her face looked a little stiff, and the rest, but she couldn't see anything strange.

Feeling bored, Wen Hui looked sideways at the center of the garden.

I saw a gentle woman, dressed in a light purple cloud flower pleated skirt, embroidered with small pale pink gardenias, her hair was tied in a delicate bun, and there were lilac hairpins and steps on it, and the eyebrows and eyes of the moth were lightly swept with spring, the skin was delicate and soft as warm jade, delicate and beautiful, melon seed face, cherry mouth, about thirteen or fourteen years old, two thin willow eyebrows, two strands of hair on the cheeks gently brushed with the wind, and the water-colored silk was tied at the waist, and the perfect figure was immediately obvious. (To be continued.) )