win the hairpin

Chapter 5 touting each other
Song Huiyue understood that Luo Huiniang was comparing Huang Wenqiu to a lotus.

But Huang Wenqiu is also worthy of being compared with lotus?
With a "crash", accompanied by Song Huiyue's chuckle, the fish dragged the petals and dived into the water.

The wind swept across the water and rushed towards the flower stand. The rose petals scattered and fell on the people who enjoyed the scenery, and the fragrance immediately hit people.

Luo Huiniang asked in surprise, "What are you laughing at?"

"I think the fish is funny, but if you don't eat the fish food, you must tear the lotus."

Luo Huiniang's expression darkened instantly.

Song Huiyue was shameless and clung to Huang Wenqiu. Huang Wenqiu complained to her repeatedly, but because of their relationship, they couldn't talk about it, which made the Song family lose face.

Now it seems that Song Huiyue is even more uneducated than what Huang Wenqiu said.

She looked up and smiled again: "The lotus has no owner, why can't the fish tear it?"

Song Huiyue got up and walked to the lake, and reached out to hold a lotus flower. The flower stem looked thick, but in fact it was fragile, and Song Huiyue broke it easily.

Lifting the lotus to her face, she said kindly, "Isn't there an owner here?"

Luo Huiniang touched the delicate red nails she had dyed, and then looked at Song Huiyue's face, which was more delicate than flowers. The red flowers reflected the rosy fingers, making Song Huiyue's fingers become petals.

The smile on her face couldn't be maintained, and she quickly retreated.

"My mother is here, stay with me." Song Huiyue turned around and put the lotus on the stretched lotus leaves.

Chen Shi and Li Shi walked over from a distance.

Luo Huiniang bit her lower lip, looked at Song Huiyue who was striding towards the Chen family, sat stiffly for a moment, then lowered her head and smiled, and got up to look for the little sister.

Don't pay too much attention to what an uneducated and unsophisticated girl says.

Song Huiyue obediently walked to Chen Shi's side, and she was about to reach out to the infant Xiao Xie, but Chen Shi caught her first.

"Which family does that little lady belong to? Seeing how friendly you are talking, I will invite her to be a guest at home next time."

Song Huiyue smiled and said: "I just met her, her name is Luo Huiniang, I don't know which family she is from."

Mrs. Li tied up the scarf for the little baby, and looked at Song Huiyue: "Her father is Luo Chong, the Inakura Sishi. Although the official is only from the ninth rank, he is all-round and exquisite. I have seen her mother take her to play with her."

Her father-in-law, Xie Chuan, wanted her to take care of the Song family's female family more because of their love for Song Qi.

Mrs. Li said again: "You don't need to associate with her, the poor family also has the character of a poor family. She bowed her head to meet Mrs. Qi like this, but then raised her head and chest to talk to you. She is not a good girl."

Song Huiyue responded seriously.

After looking around the lotus again, a nanny led two maidservants out, and they were invited into the main hall according to Madam Yan Yu's words.

The room was full of people, and Mrs. Li saw that Mrs. Chen was uncomfortable, so she pulled her to sit with him, seeing that Yuan Yuan was dumbfounded, not a smart girl, and asked the maids around her to stare more.

Mrs. Yan is slightly fat, fair-skinned, and full of smiles: "When I was in Beijing, I often heard people say that Tanzhou has outstanding people, and the girls are especially smart, and they are not bad."

Mrs. Qi Cangsi said with a smile: "Looking at the two girls beside you, you know that Kyoto is the land of beauty."

Mrs. Yan laughed cheerfully, pointed to the person in green and said, "This is Huaiyu, the youngest daughter of Privy Councilor Yue. Her maternal ancestor's family is in Tanzhou, and she came here specially to visit her relatives."

Yue Huaiyu quickly got up and said Wanfu, advancing and retreating in a certain way.

Her complexion is white, her eyebrows are beautiful, her expression is kind, and she is full of smiles. She is as upright as a person walking out of a painting. Even her figure is tall and slender, and there is nothing inappropriate.

Song Huiyue squinted her eyes when she heard the words.

Yue Zhongtai held the military and political power in his hands, and his eldest daughter was Princess Yan. King Yan was the only son of Concubine Zhang Gui, and the crown prince was within his grasp. How did Yue Zhongtai send his young daughter to Tanzhou?

Is it really just for fun?
Or did Privy Envoy Yue hear something and wanted to visit King Jin's muddy water?

It seems that Tanzhou will not be peaceful for long.

But this is all the business of the superior, no matter how the raptor rolls in the deep pool, as long as it doesn't splash the water on her.

She silently shrank her head, hiding herself more tightly.

Mrs. Yan pointed to the girl in red: "This is my youngest daughter Youwei, she is only thirteen years old, she doesn't know anything."

Yan Youwei wore two buns on her head, and was dressed in a playful and lovely red dress. She had a round face and a red complexion.

She stood up and gave a hasty blessing with an undisguised pride.

Not targeting anyone, but coming here from Kyoto to see who is a hillbilly.

Amid the admiration of everyone, Mrs. Yan swept her eyes and said with a smile: "Is Mrs. Song here?"

Chen quickly stood up and blessed.

Mrs. Yan said a few polite words, and looked at Song Huiyue who was beside Mrs. Chen: "This is your little lady, she was born so well, come here quickly, and sit by my side."

Her enthusiasm came too quickly and enthusiastically, Song Huiyue got up to salute, but did not go to sit down.

Mrs. Yan invited her again eagerly.

Li Shi gave her a wink to let her go, and she moved over. Before she could sit down, Yan Youwei rolled her eyes secretly.

Yue Huaiyu looked at Song Huiyue meaningfully.

She saw that Song Huiyue's eyes were dark and bright, her eyelids were deeply marked, her eyelashes were not hidden, her lips were upturned, and she looked like a natural smile.

It's beautiful.

"If you want to talk about Lingxiu, she is more intelligent," Mrs. Yan held Song Huiyue's hand, "How old were you and Prince Jin when you came to Tanzhou?"

Song Huiyue was tightly hugged by her, almost breathless in the fragrant smell, and said softly, "I don't remember."

Chen quickly said: "Six years old."

"Speaking of which, Prince Jin was only ten years old at that time." Madam Yan looked at Song Huiyue lovingly.

"On the twentieth of last month, the emperor Changchun, the Prince of Jin sent a bunch of Lantian Zhan rice ears. The emperor told Zhang Xiangye that although the taste of Lantian Zhan rice is not delicious, it can ripen early and relieve the hunger of the people. It is a great achievement."

As soon as these words came out, everyone saw the sun behind the clouds, and everything became clear.

The water in Tanzhou is shallow, and I am afraid that it will not be able to subdue the crouching dragon of King Jin.

Yan Youwei glared at Song Huiyue, grabbed Mrs. Yan's hand and shook it twice: "Mother, I'm going to clean my hands."

"You just can't sit still," Mrs. Yan patted her dotingly, "There is a high-rise Manxin Pavilion, where you can see the beautiful scenery of the garden and the mountains and rivers outside the city. You can play there."

So the girls swung out like swimming fish.

Once outside the door, Yan Youwei knocked Song Huiyue's shoulder away and warned her in a low voice: "Don't take my mother's hand!"

Song Huiyue touched the hand that had been pulled over. The palm was greasy. It was the ointment used by Mrs. Yan. She wiped it silently and went to the Manxin Pavilion.

Leaning on the railing and looking out, you can see dozens of rural houses, rice fields, flowing water and stone bridges.

There is a small hotel beside the road, and there is a lookout pole outside the shop, and a sun-dried golden wine case with the words "fragrant rice wine" on it.

Under the eaves is a pair of camphor wood tables and chairs, on which Huang Wenqiu, the seed of infatuation, sits.

(End of this chapter)