As soon as the ink painting walked into the courtyard, he went straight to the North Yutang.

"Miss, miss." Mo Hua hurriedly walked over, "Miss, can you help me make a poem?" ”

Bei Yutang looked at her suspiciously, "Say something." ”

Mo Hua's mouth curled, and he said helplessly: "Miss, how can you see it?" ”

Bei Yutang pointed to her pink little face, "It's written on your face." ”

Mo Hua drooped his face and sighed helplessly, "I know I can't hide it from you." ”

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Mo Hua became angry, and said angrily: "Miss, do you know what people outside say about Second Miss now?" ”

"How?"

"It is said that the second miss's talent is not inferior to yours, and some people even say that your talent is not as good as the second miss at all." The ink painting said angrily.

In her mind, Miss is incomparable, especially the second lady.

If it was someone else, she wouldn't be so angry, but the second miss made her very angry and uncomfortable.

The last time they said that the young lady had stolen the poems of the second young lady, Xiao Mohua has always been worried about this matter.

"So you want to take my poems out and compare them to her?" Bei Yutang explained her purpose.

Xiao Mo's face flushed and nodded, "The slave has to let them know Miss's poetry, not everyone can match you, especially the second miss." ”

Xiaomohua's resentment towards Bei Nianjin is very heavy.

Bei Yutang looked at her, a little wanted to laugh, but more of a heart warmed.

"Let them be. Talent is not something to say, time will tell. Bei Yutang said calmly.

Xiao Mohua only felt that what the young lady said was reasonable, and he also gave up his little plan.

"Even if the people outside praise the second miss to the sky, they are better than the second miss. We have the regent, she doesn't. ”

Bei Yutang just drank a sip of tea, and almost squirted out.

She wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief, and this girl was really speechless.

Jun Wuxian should be very happy to hear this.

"Miss, are you right about what the slave said?" Xiao Mohua looked at it with a look of approval.

Even if Bei Yutang wanted to say no, in the face of her little expression, he could only nod in agreement.

The small ink painting was instantly satisfied, and swept away the previous depression.

den

Beimu took a stack of invitations and put them on the table.

"Master, there are many people who come to the door to marry Nianjin during this time. The concubine chose a few people who matched her, which one do you see? "In order to choose Bei Nianjin's marriage, Beimu also took a lot of thought.

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