Furong Street is lined with shops, roadside stalls, and pedestrians.

Miao Weaving's eyes are only staring at the snack sellers, what sesame flatbread, old bread, donkey meat roasted, oil swirl, caramel pancakes, crisp pot, brown sugar roasted meat, everything you see has to buy and taste.

Lingruo and Junping were still tense at first, lest eating these things would be indecent and lose their identity, and when they saw Jian Ying eating informally, they had no scruples.

The four of them didn't have a lot of food, and they were quickly full in one bite and one bite in the west, and the rest was eaten by the maids-in-law and the little guards.

Zhou Shu was not there, Jian Ying was a good talker, Miao Weaving became more and more bold, and when she was full of food and drink, she went to the Temple of Literature to take a turn.

"Is there anything good about the Temple of Literature?" Jian Ying asked.

"It's not a good thing, it's a temple, a statue, a pond...... Something. Myoori squirmed unusually.

Ling Ruo smiled and picked up the conversation, "Madam, the people who come in and out there are all scholars and talents, but I'm afraid that what she wants to see is not things, but people!" ”

was exposed by her, Miaoori couldn't help blushing, and explained in a bit of a panic: "Sister, I don't mean anything else, I just heard that those readers can compose poems with one mouth, and I think they are very capable, and I want to see and understand......"

"I understand." Jian Ying patted her back with a smile, "What girl hasn't had one or two third-high school students in her heart?" I understand. ”

Although Miaoori didn't understand her words, she also felt her tolerance, and while she was grateful, she was also ashamed of her idea that couldn't be called spring~ Heart's careful thinking, "It's me who was confused for a while, sister, don't take my words seriously." Let's take a walk around the street, and then hurry back to the palace. ”

Jian Ying's interest has been hooked, how can there be any reason not to go? Strongly instigated Miaoori, "If you want to go, you can go, you go to appreciate the poems, and you are not going to do something unseemly, what are you afraid of?" ”

Myoori couldn't help but be tempted, "Then go?" ”

"Go." Lingruo suddenly opened his mouth in response, and there was a bit of absolute flavor in his tone. Seeing Jian Ying and the three of them looking over, he hurriedly smiled and said, "I heard that many ladies and young ladies go to the Temple of Literature to incense their sons, nephews or brothers, and ask for the blessing of the ancestor and send them a good future."

Let's also go to the pillar incense for the second young master and do our best, isn't it good? ”

Jian Yingxin said that this person is really clever, and when he goes to play by himself, no matter how high-sounding he says, he can't get rid of the suspicion of "ulterior motives". went to offer incense to her husband and ask for a future, and it was much more justifiable.

She only thought about going to see the handsome guy, so she forgot about pretending to be a virtuous woman.

Alas, careless!

sighed in his heart, still smiling on his face, "It's still Aunt Ling's virtuous." ”

Ling Ruo realized that she had stolen Jian Ying's limelight, and hurriedly made up for it, "If you talk about virtue, which one is better than Madame?" You are a person who puts everything on your mind, and you must have thought of this layer a long time ago, but I just said it first. ”

Jian Ying nodded along the way, "I really want to go to the incense." ”

Junping was originally a little hesitant, but when she heard that it was for Zhou Shu, she had no opinion.

Several people got into the carriage and went to the Temple of Literature.

Lingruo sat in the car, listening to the sound of horseshoe wheels knocking on the ground alternately, and the corners of his mouth flashed a self-deprecating smile.

When she learned that the second young master was going to get married, she didn't know how Jun Ping and Miao Weaving felt, she only knew that she was really happy. She thought that since the second young master agreed to marry a wife, it meant that his problem had at least been solved, so she had hope.

Later, the second young lady made the decision and carried them as concubines, and the second young master never stepped into the Ge Tan Courtyard once, she was disappointed, but she did not despair.

Before going out today, she was still very excited, fantasizing about being able to attract the attention of the second young master and have a close contact with him or something.

But the second young master never looked at them from beginning to end, she finally understood, whether she was good, Jun Ping, or Miao Weaving, they were all like the animals that were grinding, and the second young master was a carrot hanging in front of their eyes, which could be seen but not eaten.

It's the problem of good masculinity, I'm afraid that there is only one second young lady in the eyes of the second young master, and they are just foils.

After cherishing and loving herself for so many years, what did she get? It's better to have fun in time and hold all the benefits in your own hands.

She also can't eat the talents of the Confucian Temple, at least she doesn't need to look at the eyes of the second young lady, boldly comment on her head, and feast her eyes.

As Lingruo said, most of the people who come in and out of the Xuewen Temple are scholars, and some of them come to pick sons-in-law or daughters-in-law under the banner of incense.

Jian Ying and the three aunts were incense in the main hall, and they were led to the back by a boy dressed as a Confucian student. I saw scholars gathering in groups next to pavilions, panchi, and rockeries, or chanting poems in a crepe manner, or drinking tea and chatting leisurely.

Seeing the female relatives passing by, they didn't squint, and tried their best to maintain the style of a gentleman.

Jian Ying saw that those scholars were either young and immature, pretending, or bearded, with fat brains, few plump and handsome, and the jade trees were in the wind, which made people feel disillusioned at a glance.

After turning around and admiring a few poems inscribed on the walls and pillars, I was ready to go home.

As he was walking out, he heard someone shouting from behind, "Sixth sister." ”

When he looked back, he saw two seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys approaching with their servants. I felt that one of them was a little familiar, and before she could remember which one it was, Xueqin leaned over and whispered to remind her: "Sixth Miss, the fifth young master of the second room of the Jian family." ”

Jian Ying suddenly realized, it turned out that it was her cousin who arrived, and when the two approached, she said, "I've seen the fifth brother." ”

Jian Kangquan nodded with his back and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to meet the sixth sister here, I thought I was the wrong person." ”

"I'll put on the incense, and I'll turn around by the way." Jian Ying's eyes glanced at the arrogant young man standing beside him, "Who is this?" ”

"Sure enough, the nobleman forgets a lot." Without waiting for Jian Kangquan to speak, the young man opened his mouth coldly, "My cousin married into a high gate, and this forgetfulness is also great, even I don't remember." ”

Jian Ying couldn't help blinking when she heard him call her cousin, and her words were sour and full of sarcasm. The heart said that she wanted to be crooked, or was the reality bloody again, and the plot of her cousin and cousin having a leg was about to be staged?

Jian Kangquan saw that she was at a loss and couldn't remember it at all, so he hurriedly came forward to play a round, "The sixth sister has been living in the capital with her grandmother and eldest uncle, and she hasn't been to her grandfather's house in the past few years, right?" No wonder you can't remember.

Fei Yan is the cousin of the fourth aunt, the ...... you saw when you were a child"

Jian Ying understood and was confused, and what she understood was that this young man should be what Jiang's mother had mentioned to her, the very promising young master of Mrs. Jian's mother's family, Chu Feiyan. Confusedly, she only came back from Jane's house yesterday, why didn't anyone say that her "cousin" was here?

Thinking in his heart, he asked, "When did my cousin come to Jinan Mansion, why don't I know?" ”

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