Mrs. Liu Yushi said coldly, "Poor people must have something to hate, the old lady can't indulge her like this, but let her be lawless." ”

Someone chimed in, "Yes, she is pitiful, she doesn't know what to do." ”

"The old lady is kind and forgiving, who can bear it in ordinary people?"

Han Qingwan and Han Qinglian entertained a group of ladies, at this time, because the elders were here, and the noble princess of Chengjun was there, they all gathered outside the pavilion and listened to the elders.

On the outer layer, there are a few sons scattered around, looking at the excitement here.

Han Siqi, who had a few scratches on his face, added a few words from time to time.

He went to tease her two days ago, but he was scratched by the jade lady and scolded the street in front of his subordinates, making him lose face. Today's classmates even joked with his face, he was angry at this time, and naturally he was so ugly to say.

Even, he also made up a paragraph in which Miss Biao was greedy for the wealth of the Dingguo Mansion and seduced the noble son in the mansion to frame him lightly.

Whether it is a young man or a woman, they are most interested in this peach-colored story, and they all listen to it with relish.

And the image of the arrogant Miss Table became more and more ugly.

Han Siqi shook his fan, beaming proudly.

Hmph, trample your so-called dignity into the mud and let others trample on it, when you are cornered, don't you have to be obedient to me?

Zhao Xiang'er, the daughter of Princess Chengjun, is the county lord of the emperor's own title, she looks like her mother, with big eyes and round eyes, and she has a delicate temperament of "don't mess with me".

She listened to Han Siqi's words for a while, and asked Han Qingwan beside her, "Is your cousin really so bad?" ”

If she is arrogant and domineering in the whole capital, she thinks that no one can match her, and if she is second, no one dares to be the first.

But what this cousin did, she hated it so much.

Several other ladies also pricked up their ears when they heard this.

Han Qingwan's tone was calm, without a trace of resentment, "Cousin, she has suddenly suffered a great change, and she is inevitably in a bad mood." We are all relatives, so we are considerate. ”

Everyone knows.

The implication is that it's true.

Mother Zheng continued to play the role of a villain that the masters were unwilling to do, and continued to complain, "The eldest lady is benevolent, and I don't want to say that Miss Biao is not, but the eldest lady has been greatly wronged." The day before yesterday, the little marquis of Anling Houfu sent dozens of pots of precious chrysanthemums over, saying that they were for the eldest lady, but it was just a blink of an eye, and most of the chrysanthemums were cut into buns. said that Miss Biao wanted to eat seven-color buns, and she had to make up enough seven colors. ”

Mother Zheng wiped away her tears as she spoke, "The eldest lady cried all night last night, but she couldn't say anything. It's the old slave who is incompetent and can't keep those chrysanthemums for the eldest lady......"

Han Qingwan also cooperated with the redness of her eyes, "I'm fine." It's just that those flowers, I didn't agree with it, and I planned to return them to the little marquis after the flower feast, but now I ......"

Tears slipped down gracefully, and a pear blossom brought rain, and I felt pity.

She took the handkerchief and gently wiped her cheeks, "I don't know how to explain to the little marquis......"

There was a commotion at the scene.

"That's too much!"

"She just eats the chrysanthemums she bought, and even eats the chrysanthemums that the little marquis gave to the eldest lady!"

"Shameless ......"

Zhao Xiang'er showed appreciation, "I really want to meet this Miss Cousin, who can be arrogant to the point of being angry, she is really a character." ”

Han Qingwan, who was desperately brewing emotions: "......! ”

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Rose Garden.

The hustle and bustle is cut off by a high courtyard wall.

Han Youning practiced calligraphy in the study.

I have been practicing non-stop for the past few days, and my strokes are a little more stable than when I first started.

On the rice paper, there are names one by one, and two of them are circled - Princess Chengjun and Mrs. Liu Yushi.

Ling'er came in again to report, "Miss, the old lady is really hateful, and now the people in the garden are scolding you for being arrogant!" ”

Han Youning's expression was indifferent, and he continued to practice calligraphy, "What is expected, without these foreshadowing, how can she push me in front of people." ”

Ling'er put away the rice paper on the bookcase and asked, "So, the old lady will let you go to the garden in a while?" ”

Han Youning hummed, dipped in ink again, and wrote the word "broken" on the rice paper steadily, although the pen was immature, it was already faintly sharp.

"She took great pains to arrange such a game, but unfortunately, she stood up and stood up, wanted too much, and was destined to get nothing in the end."

What Aunt Sun does every day is to cut flowers and make buns, but she doesn't know what is going on. It was only now that she understood the old lady's sinister intentions.

In the past few days, she has been going to the flower room every day to spoil chrysanthemums, and Zheng's mother is afraid that she will not be ruthless enough, almost begging her to destroy the flowers with her hot hands.

The young lady knew that this was a trap and jumped down......

"This old lady is too ruthless...... Miss, if something happens, you will push it on the old slave, anyway, I cut the flowers. ”

Han Youning put down her pen and looked out through the open window, and Qian's mother was walking towards the main room with happiness on her face.

Han Youning's eyes were cold, "I'm afraid she's not ruthless enough." ”

Mother Qian didn't wait for the maid to pass through, so she went all the way into the room, and then to the study, "Miss Cousin, Princess Chengjun invites you to go to the garden." ”

Her tone became more and more contemptuous and rude, and she seemed to have seen Chen Youning's miserable end.

"Let's go."

Han Youning got up and walked out.

Mother Qian hurriedly followed up and reminded, "Miss Cousin won't change her clothes?" After all, I want to see the princess of the county, and your clothes are inevitably disrespectful. ”

Han Youning was wearing a plain satin jacket sewn by Yu Niang, which was simple and fitting, with a plain white long skirt with no embroidery on it.

"There's nothing disrespectful, I'm in the filial piety period, and I should have worn plain clothes."

Han Youning walked out of the room as he spoke.

Mother Qian said, "But your clothes are shoddy, wouldn't going out to meet people be a blow to the face of the Guogong Mansion?" ”

Han Youning smiled, "If you are worried about this, you should go to the needlework room, after so many days, why haven't you made a single piece of clothing?" ”

Mother Qian rolled her eyes and said with a strange yin and yang aura, "Yo, Miss Cousin has such a big face!" The sewing room has a lot of work at hand, and it can't be interrupted for you. And there are embroideries on the clothes, which is a meticulous job, where is it so fast. ”

Han Youning said lightly, "Then don't be afraid of being slapped in the face." ”

Mother Qian hated it so much, but she didn't dare to persuade her more, so as not to arouse her vigilance.

The Rose Garden is on the edge of the garden, and it is not far to walk there.

As soon as Han Youningfu approached the pavilion, all the eyes in the garden focused on her.

Contempt, ridicule, mockery, indignation, irritation.

These malicious eyes were once sharp arrows that hurt people, stabbing her all over her body, and she was in pain.

Now she was able to meet them calmly, with clear eyes and a light smile.

This kind of calmness, with a righteous and awe-inspiring openness, makes some people feel ashamed of themselves, and inexplicably feel that their minds are dark. This sudden self-denial came from Chen Youning, who was born in a humble background, which made them angry and more hostile to her.