After Zhao Yan got Zhou Yu's help, she acted perversely and domineeringly, coupled with the oil and vinegar of Jiang Qingrou's mother and daughter, there were all kinds of rumors slandering her in the market.

She rarely goes out to banquets, and she never argues for herself, and over time, her reputation becomes a little difficult to explain.

Mencius was the concubine of Mengziyuan, who vowed to inherit his father's business, and he had always spoken out about righteousness and hatred.

He is such a rigid and upright scholar, and he pays the most attention to etiquette and rules, so naturally he can't see that there is a woman like Zhao Yan in the world.

Therefore, Mencius was angry and recited a poem to belittle and reprimand Zhao Yan, and it was also passed on as a beautiful talk for a while.

Zhao Yan had heard the poem several times when Zhao Ruxiu was mocking her, but she didn't take it to heart, she just laughed at it.

Her fame is like dust, and she doesn't care what others say about her.

"Dare, dare to ask...... Mencius took out an object: "This, this tassel was dropped by a girl?" ”

He lowered his head, holding the eye-catching crimson tassel as if it were hot in his hands, trembling slightly.

Zhao Yan looked down, and the tassel on the forbidden step really fell off.

"It's mine, thank you." She reached for it and smiled at him.

Mencius was stunned again.

Zhao Yan and Ye Ruoling walked away together, and he said in a daze: "No thanks......"

In the corner of the main hall, five or six women were talking around Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen seemed to enjoy the feeling of the stars holding the moon, and his eyebrows danced.

"Wait a minute, I've got something to do." Zhao Yan let go of Ye Ruoling's hand.

Ye Ruoling found a random place to sit down, holding her cheeks and smiling to watch the excitement.

"Auntie." Zhao Yan walked into the crowd and grabbed Jiang Chen's arm, and the words were very intimate.

"Look, the bitter lord is coming." When Jiang Chen saw her, he looked distressed, took her hand and patted it again.

"Yo, this is your new daughter-in-law?"

"It looks so outstanding, and it looks well-behaved, it's different from the rumors......"

"The child in your parents' room should be in good health, didn't he accept the room before?

Don't get me wrong......"

Those ladies were idle in the inner house all day long, and it was easy to see that Jiang Chen was willing to speak, and Jiang Huaifu didn't use such an important private matter, so he naturally held on to it, looking at Zhao Yan and opening his mouth one after another.

"Ouch!" Jiang Chen frowned: "This is a major matter of inheritance, can I be mistaken?"

Don't believe let this bitter Lord speak! ”

As she spoke, she patted Zhao Yan's hand again.

"Auntie......" Zhao Yan's eyes were red, and she was very aggrieved: "What do you tell me to say about this kind of thing......"

"Tell the truth!" Jiang Chen looked at her sideways.

She is here to promote this matter today, the more useless Jiang Huaifu is, the more likely she is to take over the position of the head of the Fuguo Mansion.

Zhao Yan didn't say anything, just leaned on her arm, sobbing and raising her hand to wipe her tears.

"Look, it's still a yellow flower girl, she can't say it." Jiang Chen said immediately.

"It's been almost a month since I got married, shouldn't I still be perfect?"

A lady asked.

Zhao Yan just nodded slightly, sobbing for a while.

And the ladies began to talk about it.

Soon, Jiang Chen's words spread to every corner of the hall as if they had grown wings.

Before, it was just a rumor in the market, but now the second lady of the Fuguo Mansion said it herself, and Zhao Yan also admitted it, which is amazing.

Jiang Huaifu entered the main hall and went to the children.

He was a classmate with them and knew each other well.

Mencius gathered with a few classmates, listening to them talking and laughing, and kept absent-minded.

"Someone is coming."

Someone reminded him, and the laughter immediately stopped.

"From a distance, you are so happy to say it, why don't you say it as soon as I come?" Jiang Huaifu's face was a little ugly.

After hearing that in the teahouse yesterday, he saw that everyone gathered together seemed to be talking about him.

"Brother Jiang, don't get me wrong, we didn't say you ......"

Some explained, others laughed.

Jiang Huaifu's face was even more ugly, isn't this three hundred taels of silver here?

"Those rumors are not true, don't believe them." Jiang Huaifu's face was pale, and he sat down with a puff of his robe.

This matter is related to his manly dignity, and he will never admit it.

"Brother Jiang, I heard that Oiran said that you can't get in with your help, is it true?"

Du Zhenqing, the eldest son of Mrs. Du, has always been at odds with Jiang Huaifu, so he asked under the pretense of joking.

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Such a stunning wife, if she marries into the door, she will be widowed, alas!"

"If Brother Jiang doesn't dislike it, I can send you a hat to wear......

Naturally, some people echoed the joke.

"Get out!"

Jiang Huaifu kicked over the small table in front of him, turned around angrily and left.

"I'm so angry!"

"Speaking of sore spots!"

The group laughed again.

"You say, the one who wears the scarlet dress is Jiang Huaifu's wife?" Mencius looked in the direction of Zhao Yan.

"Isn't it?" Du Zhenqing also took a look.

"What's her name?" Mencius clenched his hands.

"Zhao Yan." Du Zhenqing said: "Brother Meng still doesn't recognize it? This is the Zhao Yan you used to write poems and scold. ”

When Mencius heard this, he sat there for a long time, and he suddenly wanted to slap himself twice.

After the eldest princess of Le Tao came, everyone sat down and started the banquet.

Zhao Yan and Ye Ruoling were sitting together, and where they were, they could just see Zhou Yu and Zhao Yuehua sitting next to each other.

Zhou Yu's face was as heavy as water as always, without any waves, and Zhao Yuehua's face was sweet and shy, and he looked at it as a good match.

"You're left to them like this?" Ye Ruoling approached and asked her in a low voice.

"We're done." Zhao Yan took a sip of fruit wine, and her red lips flowed: "Don't interfere with each other." ”

"Tsk, you're so generous." Ye Ruoling took a bite of the dish: "Replace me, such a good-looking son, I am not tired of playing, but I am reluctant to touch others." ”

"When he gets married, it's over." Zhao Yan glanced in Zhou Yu's direction.

"What?" Ye Ruoling paused his chopsticks: "Don't you have any nostalgia at all?" ”

"If it's dirty, throw it away, what's there to be nostalgic for." Zhao Yan put down the wine cup.

At that place, Zhao Yuehua had already gotten up and stood in the center of the hall with a group of nobles, preparing for "Saiqiao".

This is the custom of Tanabata.

Zhao Yan was not interested in this, and talked to Ye Ruoling and used a lot of fruit wine.

When the banquet was dismissed, Ye Feng helped Zhao Yan out of the Taiyi Hall and walked towards the bolted horse.

"Miss Zhao." Mencius followed all the way, plucking up the courage to call.

Zhao Yan looked back, looked at him with apricot eyes, and smiled: "Little stammer, it's you, is there something?" ”

Under the moonlight, her pale little face climbed a layer of pale pink, like a thin cloud covering the moon, which was beautiful.

Because of the fruit wine, her smile has a bit of a coquettishness that she doesn't usually have.

"I'm here to make amends for the girl." Mencius's heart pounded again, he took a deep breath, stepped forward and solemnly saluted her: "I was reckless in the past, and the girl is definitely not as rumored in the market.

I really shouldn't be like the clouds, as everyone insults the girl, I am willing to make amends to the girl in public. ”

"Young Master Meng doesn't have to be like this." Zhao Yan smiled and waved her hand: "It doesn't matter." ”

"The girl doesn't blame me?" Mencius was surprised.

He thought that the reason why Zhao Yan was calm was because he didn't know his identity and didn't know that he was the one who wrote poems to scold her.

It turns out that she actually knows?

She really doesn't care at all?

"Not to blame." Zhao Yan chuckled: "It's not too early, Young Master Meng should go back and rest quickly." ”

She said so, and turned away.

Mencius stayed where he was, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Little Lord."

Leaf saw the figure in front of him and curtsied.

Zhou Yu stepped forward without saying a word, leaned over and picked up Zhao Yan, and flashed sideways into the cave of the rockery on the side.