When Yu Xi came to Beijing, it was the end of summer, and in the blink of an eye, it was early autumn.

"Miss, the palace sent an invitation to come, tomorrow there is a Qixi poetry meeting, the lord said that you will go with the second and third ladies tomorrow."

One day, Gong Xun sent someone to pass the word.

The palace is high and powerful, and he is married to the royal lord, so the palace family is naturally a nobleman among the nobles. There are activities among the nobles in the palace, and the Prime Minister's Mansion is indispensable.

After the messenger left, Yu Xi hurriedly pulled Zijuan and asked, she has been in the house since she was a child, and she should know what is going on.

"The palace will hold a poetry meeting every year on Qixi Festival, inviting the prince and lady of the noble family of Wang Sun, nominally a poetry meeting, but in fact it is just by participating in the poetry meeting to see each other, if there is a agreeable person, you can ask the matchmaker to propose marriage after the poetry meeting."

Zijuan really knew, and talked to Yu Xi endlessly.

"Can I not go?" Yu Xi thought that it was an activity in the palace, so he didn't want to mix it, after all, it was related to Feng Yiyang's "disciple".

"Miss, no one dares not to go to the royal invitation. What's more, there are many young ladies who were favored by the emperor and princes as concubines at the poetry meeting. Zijuan said, as if being a concubine is the most glorious thing in a woman's life.

Imperial concubine...... Yu Xi thought about it, and immediately remembered Feng Yiyang's face with a wicked smile, and got goosebumps. What kind of concubine would a person like Feng Yiyang marry? She doesn't want to be favored by the royal family, she doesn't want to have anything to do with these gentlemen.

"The palace invites the Prime Minister's Mansion, the second and third ladies are fine." Anyway, there was no her in previous years, and Yu Xi felt that there should be no problem if she didn't come forward.

"The person who passed the message just now said that the eldest lady had just returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the palace named the young lady to participate."

Yu Xi was speechless.

After thinking about it, there is no way not to go to the poetry meeting, Tightening the neck to be an ostrich is the next policy, but there is no best policy.

The best thing to do is to dress ugly and try to reduce your presence. Everyone didn't notice her, and the night was safe.

High society is such a trouble! Yu Xi's heart was broken, she flipped through it, and turned out a set of black cloth skirts at the bottom of the box, without embroidery and too much decoration, which was a narrow-sleeved gown that was convenient for her to practice medicine in the past.

"How about I wear this?" She asked her two maids.

Shocked magpie said bluntly: "Miss, you dress so carefully on weekdays, it's not appropriate to wear a cloth dress to the poetry meeting......"

"Moreover, Miss's way of dressing is like a ....." The magpie knew that he was speechless and shut up.

"And what?" Yu Xi asked.

"Moreover, the women of our Feng Kingdom pursue flamboyance, and rarely wear black clothes, unless they are newly widowed within three years." The magpie simply said it in a heart.

Miss is so good-looking, what is this dress!

Yu Xi laughed, and took off a lot of jewelry on his head, leaving only a silver hairpin left by his mother.

Now it's more like a new widow! She's very happy. Shocking magpie and Zijuan kept persuading on the side, and she only listened to the wind.

The girl at the poetry party must be carefully dressed, and she must be the ugliest one dressed like this. After all, other girls are carefree, they are the pearl of their parents in their lives, and finding a good husband is a major event in life, and they must be treated carefully. But she is different, she can't live only for herself.

She is willing to participate in this Raushzi poetry meeting, which is already good.

The Qixi Poetry Festival is a friendship event between young men and women among the nobles of the Feng Kingdom, and once a year, it is also the dream event of the daughters of many officials on the six grades.

The aristocratic ladies of the Feng Kingdom are well-known for their reserved manners among the countries, and the door does not go out of the two doors, but on this night, you can go to the back garden of the palace together, and the noble sons admire the moon and compose poems, play the piano, play chess, sing and dance, and the scene is very lively.

As Yu Xi expected, the ladies competed one by one, and they dressed up one by one.

Gong Feiran and Gong Xiyue are even more red and purple Ayaluo, the bead flowers on their heads are glowing with wealth, and their bodies are also ringed. Standing together, you can see at a glance that they are the young ladies of the rich and noble family.

In contrast, she was dressed in a simple black cloth dress, which was a little shabby in the silk and satin.

"Gong Yuxi, you are really a native bun from the countryside, look at what you are wearing, I don't know, I think you are the fire girl of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Gong Xiyue seized the opportunity and taunted her in the carriage of her peers. Gong Feiran is more scheming than Gong Xiyue, she thinks it is better for Yu Xi to dress like this, so as not to steal her limelight from being too glamorous.