Qiao Yu made a straight face and said solemnly, "Master Han, although I am not strict in terms of male and female defense, I also need to be polite and measured. ”

"Now, all the ladies are here, but Han Gongzi is in it, isn't it rude!"

Qiao Yu said with his hands behind his back, like an old pedant, and accused, "The Chongguo Mansion has always paid attention to etiquette and virtue. ”

"The second prince acted like this, wouldn't he lose the face of the Chongguo Mansion, so that the face of the Chongguo Mansion would not exist."

"Heh~"

Han Zigao listened, not only did he not get angry, but laughed.

The corners of his mouth hooked, and he said sarcastically, "Qiao Yu, you are just the son of the Qiao family, not Mrs. Qiao, where did you have the qualifications to teach this son." ”

Looking at each other, Han Zigao was a little surprised.

Qiao Yu is a well-known weirdo in Beijing, how could he suddenly stand up and blame him.

Didn't he always avoid this kind of thing and not get involved?

Thinking like this, Han Zigao had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly remembered something.

It is the story of the prevalence in Beijing, the story of Mu Xiaohou and Qiao Yu fighting for a beauty.

This kind of fragrant thing between men and women is the most talked about by him.

As a result, there was a stronger interest in his eyes.

looked left and right, "Why didn't Mu Zhuoxi come today?" ”

"Who said that the master didn't come!"

As soon as Han Zigao's question fell, a more flamboyant and arrogant voice overshadowed his voice.

I saw Mu Zhuoxi, wearing the official uniform representing the Five Cities Terracotta Division, striding towards this side.

When he came to the front, he arched his hand in the direction of Song Qingyuan, "Congratulations to the county lord of Jinning for moving in, I'm late......"

Mu Zhuoxi said, took out a book from his arms, and threw it directly into Song Qingyuan's hands.

"The housewarming gift, the county lord of Jinning must not refuse."

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saw the corners of Song Qingyuan's mouth twitch, and quickly put away the books in his hand.

Others may not see the name on this book.

But Song Qingyuan recognized it at the first glance when he saw this cover.

This is exactly the book "Women's Virtues" that Mu Zhuoxi read when he was in the bookstore.

"Thank you, Master Mu!"

Song Qingyuan said quietly, his face was calm, no one could see it, but at this time, he was thinking in his heart.

"You're welcome!"

Mu Zhuoxi raised his eyebrows and smiled, "This children's book is just right for you!" ”

"Master passed by the bookstore today, remembered it, and bought it for you as a housewarming gift."

"No thanks!"

Song Qingyuan was about to speak, and Mu Zhuoxi came to say this.

After that, his slender arm put on Han Zigao's body, "Let's go, Brother Han, Qunfang Pavilion has two drinks." ”

"Oh!"

Han Zigao's eyes lit up.

He arched his hand and said, "Since Mu Xiaohou has this interest, he must sacrifice his life to accompany him." ”

"I'll treat you today, let's go to Qunfang Pavilion."

After speaking, he glanced at Song Qingyuan deeply.

He crossed over to Song Qingyuan again, looked at one of the young ladies of the family, and smiled meaningfully.

It seems to be teasing, and it seems to be flirtatious, and everyone who watched it frowned.

It's just that Han Zigao quickly retracted his gaze, followed behind Mu Zhuoxi, and drifted away.

"Whew!"

As soon as Han Zigao left, all the ladies and ladies in everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Nowadays, no one knows about the big families in the capital.

The wife of the second son of the Chongguo Mansion has been dead for more than a month.

On the side of the Chongguo Mansion, he was trying to renew his strings.

If at this time, whoever accidentally falls in love with him will really be unlucky.

There is no shortage of well-informed families in Beijing, and everyone knows how the second young lady of the Chongguo Mansion died of illness.

As for the daughter of the official eunuch, the tragic death gradually spread in Beijing.

It's just that there is the pressure of the Chongguo Mansion, and outsiders rarely talk about this matter, but who doesn't know it!

There is simply no way they can marry their daughter.

…………

With this little episode, Qin Yi and the other young sons were embarrassed to hide to the side and secretly looked over here.

had to give up one after another, and under the leadership of Da Lang, Erlang, and San Lang, they returned to the pavilion.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry!

All the men left, and the women commented on Song Qingyuan's poems.

"The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring.

It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring.

When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes. ”

"Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

"The county lord of Jinning deserves to be the figure of our great Qi Shuangshu."

"This poem complements Miss Luo's paintings, and it can add a lot of color to it."

"Especially this poem, the artistic conception in the painting is vividly expounded."

"I'm waiting to admire!"

One or two vied with each other to praise, good words and no money seemed to be, and a smoke came out.

After everyone finished speaking, they saw Song Qingyuan shaking his head.

"I'm really not very good at poetry and songs, and this poem was not written by me."

Song Qingyuan generously admitted.

She is a human, not a god, she can't be perfect in everything, and she doesn't want to create that kind of persona.

"Oh?"

When everyone heard this, they were surprised and asked, "I wonder who wrote this poem?" ”

"This ......"

Song Qingyuan thought for a while, "It's what I read from a book when I was young. ”

"At that time, the books were simple and a little dilapidated, and I only saw a Mao character at the check-in place."

"I don't know anything else."

"Don't be afraid of everyone's jokes......"

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"I am really not proficient in poetry and songs."

"If there is such a game again, it is better not to let me compose poetry, so as not to laugh at it."

Song Qingyuan was not afraid of being known, and issued a statement in advance.

She is also telling everyone that if someone makes a fuss about poetry and songs at a banquet in the future, it will be deliberately embarrassing her.

After speaking, the corners of Song Qingyuan's mouth hooked up a smile.

Presumably, if this is released, as long as the people who still want to have a little face, they will not talk about this matter three or four times, and she can be a lot more leisurely.

After all, she is really not good at reciting poetry, even if she barely makes it, it is only mediocre, so it is better not to do it.

And if you plagiarize, it can only be for a while, but it can't help her for a lifetime, and there will always be a day when your feet will be exposed.

It's better to simply admit it at this moment, here, here.

Such a brave behavior to face shortcomings can't be said to be a high-profile look.

Sure enough, after listening to Song Qingyuan's words, Mrs. Qin's face showed a look of approval.

"They say that there is something hateful about the poor."

"In the same way, a woman with peerless elegance must have something to admire herself."

"Just like the county lord of Jinning, this bright and upright act, and a few people can do it!"

"yes!"

Mrs. Yin nodded......

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