Zhu Ling’s poetry meeting at the end of February was indeed very lively.

Even though it was cold in the border town, the weather was getting warmer at the end of February. Removed the thick cotton coats and the girls showed their slim figure again. Zhao Changqing and Zhao Rong were all wearing their newly made spring shirts.

The Zhao sisters met two more Miss Wang, of course, and Miss Zheng, who met once at the Lantern Festival poetry meeting.

At the Lantern Festival, Zheng Miaoying took the lead in one fell swoop. However, Zhao Changqing saw that she was not very interested in writing poetry, but she would also follow Daliu to sing a poem or two. Fortunately, among the ladies, there were daughters of prefects, daughters of generals, and scholars of bookish officials like Wang, Zhu, and Zhao families, and everyone was not very interested in daughters of a seventh-rank censor.

However, Miss Zhao Zhuangyuan's family seemed unhappy with Zhao Changqing and Zhao Rong's sisters. Fortunately, Zhao Mi was born in a poet family, and even if she was unhappy, she would be a little cold and did not react too much. This made Zhao Changqing feel slightly relieved. If she had expected it was good, it would have been a matter of the Lantern Festival poetry meeting.

Zheng Miaoying was indeed a good poet, and no one was dissatisfied. Zhu Ling was born in the Zhu family and had relatives in the imperial capital to be a high-ranking official, but Zhao Mi dared not dissatisfied. However, Zhao's sisters, Zhao Rong, were young, Zhao Changqing was purely lucky, and was born in the Zhao family as a military family, just Zhao Yong was the general banner. In this way, the girl from the family was stronger than her, which made Zhao Mi, who was born in the top scholar's house, convinced her.

At this poetry meeting, Zhao Rong and the Wang sisters were the center.

The Wang sisters recently returned to their hometown to serve their grandfather and lived their old age with their father. They had the power of the resignation of the old minister Wang. Who dared not to give the Wang sisters face? Zhao Rong spoke entirely based on her strength, and people were strange about her age.

Looking at Zhao Rong with innocent smile on her face, Zhao Changqing was relieved to eat snacks and tea on the side, and supported the railings to see the scenery in the garden. For a moment, everyone evaluated the pros and cons of poetry and prose. This time, Wang's girl Wang Rong took the lead, and the prefect of the prefect ranked second, Zheng Miaoying was Tanhua, and Zhao Rong ranked fifth, the worst was Zhao Changqing, so he had to be the last.

Listening to the ratings of a group of little girls chirping and singing, Zhao Changqing smiled and continued to take a snack and put it in his mouth.

Zhao Mi's eyes were as bright as water, and she looked at Zhao Changqing and smiled, "I see that this ranking is very high. Sister Wang has excellent poetry, but Sister Qing lost the first place again. This time, I should punish you for one punishment."

Zhao Changqing smiled and took a sip of tea, "What do you want to punish me? Why don't you punish me for eating more snacks?"

Zhao Mi smiled, "Just just now, you always eat snacks and watch the scenery. You are all using your mind to make good poems. I heard that my sister is good at both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Why not punish her sister to compose Sister Wang's poems into the song and sing a song for us?"

Zhao Changqing shook his head, "Is it not right?"

Zhao Mi asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Changqing said, "I have learned the piano and I really can't sing music."

"Isn't my sister being modest?"

Zhao Changqing smiled, "Not humble words are just big truths."

Chu Yue said, "Just is a joke, just sing music or something. I know the background of Sister Qing, she really doesn't. Our poetry meeting is also a joke in the boudoir, and it's very elegant to punish the piano."

"Yes." Zhu Ling also smiled, "You might as well set this rule in the future. Those who fail the exam will have to be punished. However, whether it is a piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, or something, it must be an elegant thing, and it will not disappoint our poetry meeting."

Zhao Mi smiled and said, "In this way, Sister Qing will be punished if she plays a song."

Zhao Changqing nodded in agreement.

Zhao Changqing had no talent for the piano, so when Zhu Ling ordered someone to pick up the piano, Zhao Changqing had to play the section intermittently. In fact, she hadn't played it for a long time and wanted to finish a song, but these ladies had too poor tolerance, so they stopped after hearing it for a while. Zhao Changqing had to stop.

I was laughed at by everyone and it was time to spend lunch.

After lunch and delicious tea, the poetry meeting ended, and everyone said goodbye. On the way home, Zhao Rong's face looked very ugly, but she didn't say a word to Zhao Changqing. Zhao Changqing was leisurely and contented. Zhao Rong returned home and said to Ling, "Miss Zhao in the top scholar's house is really too much. Because her sister was not good at writing poetry, she asked her sister to play the piano and sing music to cheer her up. She simply didn't take us sister seriously. Sister was too. As soon as she said that, she agreed, making her feel that you were easy to control and that she would be embarrassed in the future!"

Zhao Changqing smiled disapprovingly, "Zhao Mi is just jealous of us about the Lantern Festival. I will ask her to vent her anger today and she will restrain herself in the future."

Zhao Rong asked, "What if she is more and more capable of restraint?"

Zhao Changqing laughed, "It's just that I won't go to the poetry meeting. Anyway, I can never fail the poetry meeting." She has long been interested in this poetry meeting.

Ling was very worried when she heard this and asked Zhao Changqing, "Has the girl from the Zhuangyuan Mansion made things difficult for you?"

Zhao Changqing didn't care. He told Ling about the details of the future and the details. Ling was slightly angry, "It was obvious that he was unable to make good poems, but he didn't excel at the Lantern Festival. Now it's a big deal to you sisters."

Zhao Changqing laughed and advised Ling, "There is no need to be as good as her. She is just bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. It is not worth turning against her for a small matter. Besides, her little thoughts have not succeeded. Sister Chu and Sister Ling are talking to me."

Ling's rage was hard to calm down and said, "It's a pity that the top scholar's mansion still claims to be a scholarly family, so the girl he has prepared is nothing more than that."

Even though he was angry, he could not do anything to Zhao Zhuangyuan's mansion, so he had to hold his breath and endure it.

Zhao Changqing really didn't take it seriously. Their sisters were in the limelight, and more than one or two people wanted to give them a warning. People's minds were so weird. They showed their timidity and gave them a place to talk to. If there was a place to talk about the jealousy in their hearts, they would be much calmer.

When Wang Ying and Wang Xia returned home and greeted Mrs. Wang Xia couldn't help but smile, "The second girl of the Zhao family is indeed talented. She is very talented and has a good poem. However, Miss Zhao has a mess of poetry and plays the piano in a mess. I heard that she has learned everything from chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child?" As she said that, she laughed again.

Old Mrs. Wang asked, "What did Wang'er say?"

Wang Ying took the tea from the maid and said softly, "Today, Miss Zhao Er is very talented in poetry. Miss Zhao seems not very enthusiastic about poetry. She has eaten a lot of snacks. Today, Miss Zhao's poems failed. Miss Zhao's top scholar's house suggested that she would punish her to play the piano, but she also played it, but she didn't play it very well."

Old Mrs. Wang said, "You are just a joke. Even if you punish me, you should punish me for something that others are good at. Why do you punish me for something that others are not very good at? Isn't this intentional way to make a fool of me?"

Wang Xia touched the gold bracelet in her wrist and laughed, "Grandma, it's just a joke." If she saw it correctly, the jewelry on Miss Zhao's head was covered with silver gilt.

Mrs. Wang said, "All the girls from the poetry club. Whether it's a party or a joke. Although you have different backgrounds, you shouldn't be despised by others. It is important to know that you would rather bully the white-haired man than the poor young man. If the girl from the general's mansion fails, who would say that she would be punished? Even if she is punished, you must not dare to make fun of her like this."

As she said that, Old Mrs. Wang sighed, "You sisters used to live in the imperial capital and interact with the ladies of the imperial capital. I think Miss Zhao is very good at talking. Although she is a military family, she is a sensible person. I ask you, do you make fun of her like this? Is she angry?"

Wang Ying said, "Miss Zhao is quite well-educated. She makes fun of others, but she has never seen any annoyance."

Mrs. Wang said, "Don't learn from those small families in the future. You should be polite and considerate to everyone. This is the principle of being a human being." After teaching the sisters two words, Mrs. Wang sent them down.

Old Mrs. Wang sighed softly, life is so long, who can go smoothly? Today you laugh at others, tomorrow you laugh at you. It’s so fair that only white hair is gone, and the spring breeze is no longer in love.

Madam Liang came over to change her new tea and smiled, "It's so good, why did the old lady sigh again?"

Old Mrs. Wang smiled, "Looking at these girls, they are young and old, I can't help but sigh."

Madam Liang is the dowry maid of Mrs. Wang. She has never married and served her in front of Mrs. Wang, so she has gained the trust of Mrs. Wang. Madam Liang is also well aware of her master's worries and smiled, "That Madam Zhao is just a military household."

Old Mrs. Wang smiled, "When did you learn to be snob after you have been with me for many years?"

"It's not that I'm snobbish, I know that Miss Zhao is good. I just look at the old lady sighing and say something more." Madam Liang smiled, "I only see that our girl's future is far better than that of the Zhao girl. Besides, if our girl has the status of this kind, should she be despicable and date a girl from a military family?"

Old Mrs. Wang shook her head, "Hey, I'm used to seeing you all night long, and I'm used to seeing you all night falling into the clouds. At our age, which one really values ​​family background? Everyone's life is just a life, not a family background."

Old Mrs. Wang smiled and took a sip of tea, "I have seen through it a long time ago. I can't force it, and I don't force it." She really likes Zhao Changqing's cultivation, not everyone has the ability to do it by himself. Zhao Changqing's background is a little bad, but who can predict the future? Just like a stone, you say there must be beautiful jade inside, which is a treasure; I just regard it as ordinary earth and stone, which is also a common human nature.

Everyone has their own fate, that's all.

Forget it.

Not to mention Mrs. Wang's sigh, Xiaolihua's bun business has begun. In Zhao Changning's words, "The business is so booming, and I'm so frustrated to collect money every day."

Zhao Changning's nagging is nothing more than one thing. Zhao Lizi invited him and Su Bai to his breakfast stall to have breakfast. Zhao Changning wanted to go there, but was afraid that his mother would not allow him, so he came to mourn the Ling family.

Ling's belly was getting bigger and bigger every day, so naturally he couldn't go with him. Zhao Changning stepped back and said, "If you don't go, ask your sister to go with us. If you look at her, you can always feel at ease."

After the son had been slutty for half a day, Ling smiled, "Go. Changqing takes your younger brothers and sisters together."

Zhao Changqing smiled, "I heard that they had set up a breakfast stall and had never been there yet. It would be better to go tomorrow. Should Arong go with him?"

With Zhao Rong's temperament, he would never do anything that would be the best. Sure enough, Zhao Rong said, "I won't go, my sister and my elder brother."

Zhao Changqing smiled, "Then I'll call Mr. Su and Abai to go with you."

After getting up the next day, the group went over without any haste. Sure enough, Zhao Lizi's cowhide was not bragging. The business of the breakfast stall was really good, especially the buns, which were sold very hot. Moreover, the breakfast stall was not just as simple as selling buns, but also made wontons, tofu brain, fried dough sticks, baked pancakes, braised pork, and millet porridge. It was very complete. Because the business was good and there were many things to do, Xiao Lihuaer hired two more women in her thirties and forties to work.

As soon as Zhao Changqing and the others went, Li Huaer smiled and wiped the table and chairs, and greeted, "Sir, Sister Qing, Abai, Aning, sit casually. Tell me what you want to eat, don't be polite to me!"

Everyone talked about it, and Xiaolihuaer quickly brought it up, and Zhao Changqing joked, "It turns out that he's getting rich."

Xiao Lihua'er pursed her lips and smiled, "If you don't have enough food, don't be polite to me, you won't be full at that time."

Zhao Changqing laughed, "You go hurry up and go."

Zhao Changqing didn't eat buns, so he took a corner of cake and ate the tofu brain. He laughed as soon as he ate it. Li Huaer is really good at doing business. It must be a braised pork broth used to mix it with tofu brain. The tofu brain tastes particularly good. She has five or six long tables in her stall, and she is full of seats. The business is really good.

Seeing Zhao Changning eating braised pork with big mouthfuls, Zhao Changqing said, "Just eat enough, don't eat too much. If you want to eat, it will be the same for you to come back tomorrow."

Zhao Changning nodded with his cheeks, "Yeah" and occasionally drank a sip of millet porridge, and was very happy to eat.

Zhao Changqing was taking care of his younger brother for dinner, and he saw a green skirt sitting beside him. The table was a long table, so the four of them were not satisfied. Zhao Changqing couldn't help but look up and saw that it was an acquaintance. He couldn't help but smile, "Miss Zhao is here to have breakfast too." It was Zhao Miaoying.

Zheng Miaoying smiled and pointed to the maid who bought breakfast in front, "I see you here, say hello to you."

Zhao Changqing introduced Mr. Su Zhao Changning to Zheng Miaoying to meet him. Zheng Miaoying bowed slightly, "Hello sir." Seeing that the maid had bought breakfast, Zheng Miaoying smiled, "My house is nearby. When you have time, I will invite you to my house to have fun."

Zhao Changqing said, "I have time every day."

Zheng Miaoying raised her lips and stood up and said, "Where is your home? I'll send someone to send you a post later. Come to my house tomorrow."

Zhao Changqing hurriedly said, Zheng Miaoying stood up and said, "I'll leave first."
Chapter completed!