The Zhu family was still trying his best to persuade Jiang Baohe to accept Song Huai.

In the Yu'an Courtyard, Jiang Moyin was eating burnt cheeks, flipping through the play book while eating, and she was sweating on her forehead, and Aunt Yang sat next to her and fanned her.

"After eating, go and practice archery, I heard that you will play a game called lotus shooting at the flower banquet tomorrow, and you will also hold Buddha's feet temporarily, don't shoot too badly and make people laugh."

Jiang Baohe's mouth was full of food, and he said vaguely,

"Don't be in a hurry, they want to play, I won't go, just watch from the side, won't it be over?"

Aunt Yang hates iron and steel,

"What's the use of your care, is this flower banquet to watch other people's play?"

"This flower banquet basically gathers young men who are still not married in Chang'an, you have to show something to let others notice you."

Jiang Moyin shook his head,

"I don't know anything, I'm cramming. I'm just afraid that it won't be good to make people laugh, and these things are up to your mother and father, and I'm not interested in any of that. ”

Jiang Moyin continued to bury her head in eating.

And Aunt Yang could only sigh,

"That's it."

"It's still up to your dad and me."

"It's just that I don't know if the eldest lady has looked for you, it stands to reason that the marriage of the children should be seen by the eldest lady in advance, after all, she is the main mother, and she is nominally your mother. These four young ladies have a whereabouts, it is impossible to let the two sisters above the fourth miss go without a whereabouts, right? That's a terrible way to get out. ”

Jiang Mo led her left ear in and out of her right ear, she buried her head in hard work, and felt that this Changqing Building's burnt cheeks really lived up to its reputation, fat but not greasy, smooth and fragrant.

Jiang Mo had not finished chewing the mouth yet, and he was about to clip another piece when he raised his chopsticks.

Suddenly, she felt a tingling pain in her stomach, and the chopsticks in her hand fell, and she hurriedly covered her stomach.

Aunt Yang hurriedly stepped forward,

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Mo's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and her face was painful,

"My stomach hurts."

Aunt Yang was busy with the fish soup,

"Go and get the doctor here."

"Yes."

Jiang Mo's face turned pale in an instant, and he curled up.

It hurt so much that I couldn't say a word.

The house doctor hurriedly came and took Jiang Moyin's pulse, but Jiang Moyin was already rolling on the ground in pain.

Aunt Yang only suspected that there was a problem with the burning of the cheeks, and the house doctor looked at the smell and finished cutting them, but only said that she was suffering from the cold and had eaten something that was lacking, so there was no problem with the burning of the cheeks.

The doctor prescribed the prescription to Jiang Mo, and Aunt Yang urged the kitchen to cook it.

Even Jiang Boqi came to hear about it, sat on the side of Jiang Moyin's bed, and touched Jiang Moyin's head,

"Did you eat something that spoiled your stomach?"

Jiang Mo was so pained that she couldn't speak, so she could only shake her head.

Aunt Yang said busily,

"The doctor said that she was suffering from the cold, and she ate something that made up for it, and her body couldn't bear it, but I was afraid that it was caused by the ginseng chicken soup that the concubine urged her to drink this morning."

Aunt Yang lowered her head reproachfully,

"It's a strange concubine, I just blindly want to make up for the third lady, but I didn't think that she was weak and couldn't stand it at all."

Jiang Boqi patted Aunt Yang on the shoulder and comforted,

"It's okay."

"Yun Niang, you take good care of her, let Lan Qian go to tomorrow's flower banquet on her behalf."

Aunt Yang should be.

Hearing this, Yu Tang slowly raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Moyin, who was lying on the bed with a pale face.

——

Jiang Lanqian took the post of Gu Fuhua's banquet, uncovered the sealed wax that had been destroyed a long time ago, and read the content word by word.

Fish soup lowered his eyebrows and said,

"Our third lady is now suffering from a sudden illness and has no way to go, so I have to ask the second miss to do it for me." Grave

A chuckle rose at the corner of Jiang Lan's lips, she looked at Yu Tang, and Yu Tang's eyes also showed a sly light,

"Please also ask the second miss to prepare well, this flower banquet in Gufu is different from other banquets, the post is given to you, don't let our third miss down."

Jiang Lan smiled,

"You're very smart, I like it."

Jiang Lanqian's maid immediately stepped forward and stuffed a bag of silver for the fish soup.

"This is the silver bounty that our young lady gave you."

I knew that the fish soup would be there, and there was no surprise in my heart, but I still smiled and said,

"I wish the second miss a successful start tomorrow."

Jiang Lanqian waved his hand, and Yu Tang respectfully retreated.

Jiang Lanqian picked up the post and looked at the candlelight, word by word, she seemed to be able to see a pair of peach blossom eyes behind the post, white clothes and wide sleeves, noble and unparalleled.

A smile unconsciously raised on his lips.

Chen Wang Shizi is crowned this year, and he didn't go to the flower banquet in the past, but he will definitely go this year.

Because the princess should be chosen.

——

At night, the drizzle was light, and the cool breeze blew into the study.

Wen Qingcen looked at the cyan handkerchief embroidered with the moon in his hand.

Wen Ke pushed the door in, and Wen Qingcen came to his senses and blocked the embroidered handkerchief with his sleeve.

The next person served tea, Wen Ke opened the cup and said,

"Has the Jiang family's concubine loosened her attitude towards you in recent days?"

Wen Qingcen's palm was against the handkerchief, and he said in a low voice,

"Nope."

Wen Ke put down the cup, his brows furrowed,

"It's a little concubine, why did it take so long, and it took so much thought or not?"

"Jiang Neishi doesn't know what he's thinking, my Wen family proposed, and he actually said to let that concubine decide."

Wen Qingcen said,

"Maybe the Jiang family feels that the Wen family doesn't pay enough attention to it and wants to see it again."

Wen Ke picked up the cup again and glanced at Wen Qingcen,

"Where not? Half-mine hiring, this is a low-hanging fruit, isn't it enough? ”

Wen Qingcen pondered in his heart and said slowly,

"Could it be that my father didn't go in person, only my mother and I came to the door, so the Jiang family felt neglected, so they didn't want to agree easily?"

Wen Ke was surprised,

"Why should a maid bother?"

"It's reasonable to hire a concubine to let her father come to the door, and you can hire a concubine to go too, but I'm afraid that others will feel that Wen Mansion has lost its dignity."

Wen Qingcen shook his head,

"This is a wife for the concubine of the Wen Mansion, so naturally there must be proper etiquette."

"Although it is due to the interests involved in hiring her as a wife now, after all, it is my wife, and it is better to pay more attention to it."

A little guy quietly came in and whispered a few words to Wen Qingcen.

Wen Qingcen looked at Wen Ke with a solemn face,

"Father, the Jiang family has returned the temporary dowry."

"And the clothes and jewelry I gave to Jiang Ruofu before, the Jiang family didn't keep any of them."

As soon as the words came out, Wen Qingcen suddenly thought of the woman who was galloping in the paddock during the day, attracting the applause of the school, and her heart became heavier and heavier.

The woman's look at him with a haughty and cold face was still vivid, and her tone was indifferent, and she casually threw the dirty handkerchief that wiped the bow into his arms.

"You wait in Wen Mansion after school, and those things will be sent back as they are."

Now, she's really sent it all back.

Not only those clothes and jewelry, but also the dowry and wedding letter.

The woman's arrogant remarks seemed to still be in her ears, mocking him as the lowest class of agriculture and industry.