"Miss San? Doesn't Uncle Shen only have two concubines? Yan Chanyi muttered quietly, remembering the poisonous eyes in his eyes when Uncle Shen looked at him at the last palace banquet, and he couldn't help but want to keep a safe distance from this Shen Huaiyu.

The Shen family doesn't know how many daughters they have, so they can't all fold it all in her hands, right?

"Her mother is the flat wife of Uncle Shen Guo who came up from her aunt, and she has only been a concubine for a few days." Although An Xingchen had never seen this Shen Huaiyu, it did not prevent the maids around her from gossiping with her about the backyard affairs of every household in Beijing.

An Xingchen's words actually didn't mean to look down on Shen Huaiyu at all, it was purely just an explanation to Yan Zenyi with a confused face, although her voice was not deliberately lowered, but she just didn't mean that anyway.

But this Shen Huaiyu was promoted to a concubine because she was a concubine, and her aunt was also a small family, so she didn't educate her much at all, so when An Xingchen's words were heard in her ears, they were like a thorn and poked at her sore spot.

"Why does Miss An talk like this, Miss Ben has finally become a concubine, but Miss An has always been just a concubine." Shen Huaiyu looked at An Xingchen, who came forward, with a look of disdain and anger.

"What's wrong with the concubine?" An Xingchen understood that she had misinterpreted what she meant, but he really didn't like her attitude of speaking, so he replied directly, "Is the concubine on a business trip?" Is your Shen Guogong Mansion like this? I'm really embarrassed, we enjoy the same treatment everywhere as our concubines. ”

An Xingchen took a serious look at the ordinary clothes and old-fashioned jewelry on Shen Huaiyu's body, and said with disdain, "I look at Miss Shen Yan's body, it seems that she is really not as good as me, Miss Shu of Anfu, so don't show off your superiority in front of Miss Ben." ”

An Xingchen is a person who even dares to scare a princess, what is the daughter of the Shen family, she has never taken it seriously.

Yan Chanyi almost laughed, pulled An Xingchen, ignored Shen Huaiyu, and led An Xingchen towards the second floor together.

Shen Huaiyu behind him gritted his teeth hatefully, but he could only watch like this.

When she was still a concubine, she really wanted to come here to pick the stars and meet the first talent of the Great Zhou Dynasty who swept the capital. It's just a pity that I don't have enough talent and money.

finally became a concubine, the moon silver rose, and her aunt became the housewife, so she was able to pick the stars here today to rise and gain knowledge.

But I never thought that I would be so disgraced as soon as I entered the gate.

She didn't understand why she had rushed up to greet this Zen Yi. The last time she was beaten, she didn't even have time to move out of her identity, so she was beaten and fainted.

So this time, as soon as she came, she reported to her family, thinking that she would get some thin noodles or respect, but she was belittled into the mud by the daughter of the An family. She is so angry, she is obviously already a concubine, why is she still bullied by a concubine like this!

"Why are you coming here today?" An Xingchen was unaware of the resentful eyes behind him, or maybe he noticed it but didn't care.

She is so rich and loves people so much, is there less of a hate?

"I'm about to leave the capital, so I thought I'd take a look before I left." Yan Zenyi replied in a low voice, for fear of being listened to by the people next to her, guessing that she was the boss behind the scenes.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm here, Yun ...... I'll help you protect him. An Xingchen smiled a little stiffly, and blushed rarely.

"He's not a mysterious child, can you tell the difference?" Yan Zenyi saw her shy appearance, but she was a little uneasy.

An Xingchen is very good, and Yun Xuanji is also very good. But the identity gap between the two is here, if Lang has a concubine, there may still be a good result if he works hard, but if it is just An Xingchen's unrequited love......

"I naturally know that he is more flesh and blood than Xuanji Gongzi, he is actually very soft in his heart, but he is very inferior. I know it, I feel sorry for him, and I want to protect him. An Xingchen was rarely a little serious.

Yan Chanyi looked at the little stars twinkling in An Xingchen's eyes, and he couldn't say a word if he wanted to dissuade him, so he thought about it and quipped, "He told me when he first came to the capital that he wanted to find a pure and wealthy woman to join him, and I think you really meet his standards." ”

"Really!" An Xingchen almost jumped up from the stairs, "I'll ask him tonight!" Our old Zhou family is thinking about recruiting a son-in-law for me, otherwise how could I have reached this age, and I haven't started to look at each other. ”

"Naturally, it's true, but ......" Yan Chanyi remembered Yun Xuanji's past, and for a while he didn't know if he had done a good deed or dug a hole for Yun Xuanji, "Did he tell you about his past?" ”

“…… I've talked about a few, but I don't mind! His past has made him what he is now, and if it weren't for those pasts, he might have been a clay leg in the village where he was born for the rest of his life, and he wouldn't have had the opportunity to meet you and me. An Xingchen said extremely seriously.

Yan Zenyi didn't expect An Xingchen to think so clearly, so he didn't worry about it anymore.

Emotional matters, no one can help anyone, not to mention that she is just an outsider to them.

"The theme of today's party, Xuanji Gongzi will draw a picture, and all friends will inscribe poems on the painting, and finally Xuanji Gongzi will select the best poems, and personally write on his paintings, and give them to the winners." A young scholar was standing on the stage announcing the rules of the day.

In the past, Miyu was responsible for passing the word, but then he was really busy, so he recruited a few more poor students to come in and do things.

Honey is responsible for the reception on the first floor, and is also responsible for the dessert food of the party, which is indeed a little lacking.

Xuanji Gongzi is still dressed in white, sitting on the table and boiling tea. Through the veil, you can also feel the alienation on his face, which is so daring to look at it from afar.

Behind Xuanji Gongzi hung a Danqing scroll, but the scroll had not yet been opened, and everyone in the audience was waiting with anticipation. Some people are waiting for the scroll to open, while others are waiting for the mysterious boy to give them a look.

Not all poor students will exchange red silk flowers for money, and there are also many teenagers who boast of their talents, eager to show themselves as much as possible in front of this mysterious son who only values talent, and get his appreciation.

Xuanji Gongzi finally boiled the tea, and the tea fragrance on the entire second floor overflowed, Xuanji Gongzi only poured himself a lamp, and gently blew it through the veil, and then opened the scroll behind him.

The painting depicts a bamboo forest, but there are only bamboo poles and no bamboo leaves. Roots stand, but there is no order. At the end of the bamboo forest, there is a blurred figure, unable to distinguish between men and women, but it is lonely.

Everyone in the audience fell silent for a while, some were looking forward to the people next to them to make some top-notch poems, so that they could buy the real work of this mysterious boy afterwards, while some people were really thinking about it.

"The bamboo hall opens at night, and overlooks the sea." The first to speak was a student dressed in ordinary clothes, although the clothes on his body were ordinary fabrics, and even a little old, but they were clean and energetic.

"The bamboo flows a clear spring, and the leaves are spread with barren grass vines." Someone on the other end immediately opened his mouth without admitting defeat.

"The bamboo moved from last year, and I hope you will return today." Finally, a woman opened her mouth with a red cheek.

"Zhuzhi complains about anyone, look at Zhu Chengbi's thoughts." It was Shen Huaiyu who spoke this time, and while speaking, he also looked at the mysterious boy on the stage shyly and timidly, if he hadn't covered his lips with a silk handkerchief, he was afraid that his saliva would flow out.

"Do you want that picture?" Yan Zenyi asked An Xingchen beside him in a low voice.

"Yes!" An Xingchen looked at the girls in the audience, her eyes were staring directly at the man she was facing, her heart was sour, and she wanted to vomit!

"I want it too!" Feng Yunlie heard Yan Chanyi's question, and immediately sparkled his eyes at Yan Zenyi.

He himself was a little confused, obviously he was older, but he just couldn't help but want to be coquettish and cute to her and beg for a hug. Could it be that because she said that she wanted to be his sister-in-law, he regarded her as an eldest sister-in-law like a mother in his heart?

"Don't make trouble, you answer my question first, otherwise I will go to Liuxianglou with Xuanji Gongzi in a while, and I won't take you." Yan Zenyi lowered his voice, but his tone was a little threatening.

After Yan Zenyi finished speaking, he attached it to An Xingchen's ear, whispered the verses in his heart to her, and instructed before he finished, "You can talk about it when no one speaks." ”

Although An Xingchen was itching, she was still calm, but she couldn't help but stare at Yun Xuanji on the stage with hatred when she looked at the many self-proclaimed talented women around her, saying some sour words in the name of composing poetry.

"Anything else?" After drinking two teas, Yun Xuanji was already a little sick to his stomach by the love poems made by these unknown girls.

What is "the bamboo is high day by day, and the night is long"? Does this painting mean anything? Are they blind, or is he so good at drawing? Why didn't he see the slightest hint of longing?

Everyone was silent, Yun Xuanji raised her eyes and glanced at Yan Zenyi who was sitting in the back row, a little surprised that she was only a spectator today.

"The old man is separated from the rivers and seas, and he is separated by mountains and rivers several times. The lonely lamp is cold and rainy, and the deep bamboo is dark and smoky. An Xingchen saw that no one spoke anymore, so she pretended to say the verses that Yan Zenyi taught her.

Because of this poem, everyone looked back at the girl standing alone in the last row. The girl's face was not shocked, and she was dressed in a luxurious dress that was elegant and appropriate, so people couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"An Xingchen?" The eighth princess also turned around, she knew that Yan Zenyi was also here today, so she had no interest in winning the first place, but when she heard that this seemingly very profound poem was actually from An Xingchen's mouth, she was surprised, and her eyes were about to fall out of her sockets.