Chapter 158 Double Butterfly Embroidery Skirt, Zhufen is not even

"The little sister is so bad that she can't afford to praise the king of Xuan. Moreover, the little sister has promised her family that she also came with her mother this time." Although You Yuecheng was unhappy, he still laughed with him.

"Oh, I've been kissed! Unfortunately, I don't know if I can withdraw from the marriage?" Feng Jueran not only did not withdraw his squinting eyes because others had a marriage match, but also smiled two steps and asked You Yuecheng slightly.

You Yuecheng's face changed greatly in an instant, and he hesitated and couldn't say anything: "This..."

"The eighth brother, the daughter of the boudoir, has the most reputation. The lady of the Duke of Ming is a famous talented woman in the capital. She has a better reputation. Don't joke and slander people." Feng Juexuan smiled on the side to relieve the siege for You Yuecheng. In one sentence, Feng Jueran's words just talked about You Yue'e as a joke, which invisibly covered up the disturbance caused by You Yue'e's wind.

You Yuecheng breathed a gentle sigh of relief and looked at Feng Juexuan gratefully.

"Miss You actually has a famous talented woman in the capital. The eldest brother actually knew this. Not long after I came back, I really didn't know that there were many statements in it. I thought that many of the ladies were the same, and no one knew them were deeply raised, so when I first saw Miss You, I deeply admired them! It turns out that this is well known!"

Feng Jueran was not annoyed because Feng Juexuan opened his topic in the middle. Instead, he smiled and leaned towards Feng Juexuan's side and had the intention of finding his peers. He also deliberately asked in a low voice, "Brother, tell my younger brother, in addition to Miss You, what other beautiful girls are the most beautiful in the capital. Who is it?"

Although this is light, it is enough for Feng Juelei and You Yuecheng and the first few sons of the family to hear it clearly.

You Yuecheng's face suddenly turned red, and Feng Juexuan's smile stiffened. The folding fan in his hand could no longer swing freely as before. After a pause, he lowered his voice and said to Feng Jue, "Eighth brother, today's palace banquet, the emperor entrusted our three brothers. It's really dishoned to talk about the boudoir at this banquet."

Especially the way he talks, his eyes, there is no respect, but it seems that he is talking about some brothel women, frivolous **. What is well known, this means that these famous girls have been showing their faces outside for a long time and have not known what the boudoir training is, especially You Yue'e. How can this not make You Yuecheng ashamed? His face also turned red,

Listening to Feng Juexuan's solemn words, Feng Jue dyed a pair of star eyes even more brightly in the night. His handsome eyes turned around, poured a glass of wine for Feng Jue Xuan, handed it over to him, blinked at him, and whispered in a well-known manner: "Brother, don't worry, I won't say anything this time. I will go to the eldest brother's place later. Then the eldest brother will help the younger brother talk about this first beauty.

Feng Juexuan's face suddenly looked ugly, and Feng Juelei's face on the other side was even more ugly. The faint blue veins on his forehead burst out. Although his eyes looked straight ahead with a smile, the cup in his hand was tightly held.

Who is the first beauty in the legend of the capital? Of course, it is Ling Fengyan of the Duke of Dingguo, who is the choice of his internal concubine. The two have grown up together since childhood and have been in love for a long time. Moreover, the queen has also clearly hinted that as long as he ascends to the big treasure, the Ling family will definitely send a queen candidate to cooperate with him. In addition to Ling Fengyan will be What kind of person, so he has long regarded Ling Fengyan as his own woman.

But that day, he heard from his subordinates that Feng Juexuan actually took Ling Fengyan to go to the lantern party together at night. Later, the two lonely men and women also entered the private room of the Xiangman Building, which made Feng Juelei endure it. After walking around the room twice, he angrily led people to the Xiangman Building.

Fortunately, his reason still exists. When people opened the door of the box of the Xiangman building, he still knew that the smile was calm. Fortunately, he was just sitting and talking, and there was no imagined dirty scene. Later, the three people left the Xiangman building together with a smile, and then went back to their homes, which was not too much out of the cabinet.

However, this is how the needle is pricked!

Now when I heard that Feng Juexuan actually wanted to talk about Ling Fengyan in private, I only felt a stream of anger rushing to my head and was about to explode.

It was not only Feng Juelei who was going to break out. Feng Juexuan's forehead jumped a few times, and his eyes flashed with anger. With the warm spring breeze, he took the wine glass in Feng Jueran's hand, took a sip and put it down, and also poured a glass of wine for Feng Jue. He smiled and advised him, "Eighth brother, my father was still for you a few days ago. Raising so many prostitutes in the house, I got angry about the dancers. Today, for the sake of the celebration of the whole country and letting you go out, I can't make my father angry anymore. It's better for this woman to have less experience.

His handsome appearance, sincere smile like a spring breeze, and patted Feng Jueran on the shoulder with a sigh. He is completely a good brother who persuades his romantic brother.

"Eight, what the eldest brother said is that you must not say such words later. You have a good idea tonight. Your father is going to reward you. I heard that the most beautiful lantern is made of 99 pearls. Let's see who will fall on it." Feng Juelei also calmed down at this time and took over Feng Juexuan's topic with a smile.

"Thank you for your teaching. I will definitely not say much for a while. Anyway, I have to let my father give me the most beautiful lamp. Brother, the third brother can't grab me for a while. I'm still waiting for this lantern to be urgent." Feng Ju dyed his handsome eyes, and his eyes flashed from a waiter who hurried in.

"Okay, the eighth brother is useful. Naturally, the eldest brother won't rob you."

"Do you need the third brother to help you?"

No one will lag behind if you can exchange this kind of toy for a good impression.

Speaking of the lantern pool in tonight's lantern party, it was made up of tens of thousands of lanterns of different shapes. For a moment, everyone below had a topic. They talked about those beautiful lanterns in twos and threes, which were different from the spontaneous formation of the people. These lanterns were made with the unique ingenuity of the palace people. There were various differences, adding a few points. Rich and glorious.

At this time, the opposite side was ready to perform. Because of the large number of people, in fact, everyone could not perform. The queen ordered a few girls. Some of these ladies performed piano skills, some dance skills, and poems and songs. Some of the ladies' poems were also passed on to them to evaluate.

In order to make fun, Feng Juexuan also asked each of the sons of the family on the right island to write a song and send it to the ladies' Zuo Island for them to comment. During a period of time, the maids came and went closely, and from time to time he saw the maids holding a pile of plain paper.

The way of evaluation is also simple. The princes' poems are sealed and passed on in each lady's hands. If you think it's good, you can make a tick. Finally, the most people with red ticks under the poems. The ladies' poems are also dealt with in the same way. I don't know who wrote them, but the poems are not excellent, which is not the past. Only the character evaluation of the people in the main position is much more fair.

Because of the bustleness, the queen simply let the performing lady continue. The other ladies prepared their own poets and sent them all to the right island, so as to avoid some people who did not perform and performed, and they felt uncomfortable.

Mo Xuemin was awkward and very awkward. She pinched the handkerchief in her hand and almost couldn't hang the gentle smile on her face. She always thought she was both talented and beautiful, and she was one of the famous maids in the capital, but in fact, the queen didn't order her today, which didn't even make her smile freeze.

The famous girls who stood with her just now have almost clicked, but they didn't order her. They were depressed. Suddenly, they heard the queen's proposal to let all the unselected girls write poems or words and send them to the right island for the princes to comment on. Mo Xuemin's eyes instantly lit up.

I didn't refuse, but now I wrote a poem and mixed it in a pile of poems.

"Sister, what did you write? Can you show me?" Mo Xuetong sat next to Mo Xuemin and smiled slightly. Her eyes fell on the poem page that Mo Xuemin had not yet closed. Her smiling eyes were deep in an instant. Between her breath, infinite hatred and anger surged up. The fingers at the bottom of her sleeves sharply pinched into her hand, and her expression immediately became cold.

"Double butterfly embroidered skirt, red powder is not even. The colorful sleeve man is independent, and the slight swallow returns.

How could she not know this poem? There was only one word left, which was exactly the same as what Sima Lingyun wrote for himself when he first saw him in his previous life. He said that although his face was ruined, he was still the most beautiful woman in his eyes. At that time, he was wearing a butterfly skirt. Because he had just done filial piety, Xu's mother She must change herself into more brightly colored clothes, and for this reason, she was laughed at by Mo Xueqiong. The ugly people were often strange, and she almost pushed into the lotus pond on one side.

At that time, Sima Lingyun walked into her heart and still remembered that he came over gracefully, picked up himself who was pushed to the ground by Mo Xueqiong, took him to the pavilion on one side to rest, and praised himself in such an affectionate tone. He wrote such a poem on the spot, which made him weak and helpless at that time. He fell in love with him at first sight, and then under the request of Aunt Fang, he fixed his teeth to marry him, and did not hesitate to turn against his ancestors and his father.

Now that she sees this poem from Mo Xuemin, what doesn't she understand?

In her last life, she later accidentally knew that this poem, which was recorded in Sima Lingyun's personal poetry collection, was not made by himself, but also the achievements of others. Moreover, several years ago, Sima Lingyun took it over and counted it on her own head, and also obtained the consent of others to decorate her face for the Marquis of Zhenguo. No one knows about this.

However, I don't know what Sima Lingyun will do if his poem will be stolen by Mo Xuemin.

Moreover, this person is still at the banquet today.

The smile rejuvenated at this moment, like a flower that had just opened in spring, so dazzling that Mo Xuemin, who had just turned her head, could not be forced to look at it.

"There's nothing good about it. Just think about it casually and write it down." Mo Xuemin smiled modestly and looked at the girls around her who were still thinking, and the smile on her face couldn't help but be proud. In terms of speed, she had the upper hand. What's more, she thought this poem was the most appropriate. In this situation, the colorful sleeves and butterfly skirts were as beautiful as jade.

There must be many boudoirs agree with this poem.

The hand was hidden on the poem, which just blocked Mo Xuetong's eyes. The other hand closed the poem and handed it to the maid on one side, and then went to one side to wash her hands carefully. At this time, most of the boudoirs had completed the poems in their hands, and Mo Xuetong also came to wash her hands and sat down again.