Cheng Yao knew Cheng Wei's threat and felt deeply insulted. She was very unwilling to accept it. She took advantage of the fact that several girls came on stage to show their talents and the atmosphere gradually relaxed. She greeted Concubine Hua and sat down next to Cheng Wei.

The cousin Wei's hand throwing pot just now was really amazing. Cheng Yao looked at Cheng Wei with a smile.

According to the logic of the conversation, Cheng Wei should praise her poems and dances.

Cheng Wei did react, glanced at her casually and spit out two words: Thank you.

Cheng Yao was suffocated.

What to do if you don't talk well at all

It was in this kind of occasion that it seemed that throwing a pot was not suitable for Cheng Yao to say something but stopped. Her beautiful eyes were flowing around and she took a look at the girls here.

Cheng Wei was a little confused: You mean they would be afraid after watching it

She asked directly, and she was a little incredible, and the girls who were attending her were quit.

Who is afraid? Just throwing a pot, it’s not on the battlefield. They are the noble girls who have learned to ride horses and shoot archery. Are they so cowardly?

The girls were staring at Cheng Yao, very unhappy.

Cheng Yao's smile froze.

She didn't understand very well. Cheng Wei was not smart all the time. Why did she dig a hole when speaking now?

Of course I don't mean that, but there are the imperial concubine and the prince here, and so many ladies watching it, showing off their piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is more pleasing to the eye. Do you think this is the truth, cousin?

Cheng Wei stared at Cheng Yao and suddenly laughed: I didn't think so much when I was on the stage. Today's small banquet, I didn't expect the imperial concubine to let me go on stage. I didn't even prepare for the show, I just joined in the fun. How could I prepare carefully like Miss Meng? It was amazing to the audience.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the women changed slightly, and the eyes of their eyes looking at Cheng Yao became strange.

Yes. Let’s not mention her two poems or not. But in this case, as the adopted daughter of the imperial concubine, what should you do to be so popular? Do you still want to follow the prince?

What does this mean? Since it doesn't mean this, then do you think it's just that you're just interesting to step on them under your feet? Is this even more hateful?

Under various gazes, Cheng Yao couldn't sit still and hurriedly said goodbye. She returned to Concubine Hua to sit.

The girl with a bad temper snorted and said softly, and she was full of favor. Cheng Wei: Miss Cheng San, that is really your cousin from afar. Why do you look like you are not easy to get along with.

I haven't seen it before. I don't know much about it.

Another girl came up and held Cheng Wei's hand intimately: Oh, I like the third girl as real as she is. We should get closer in the future.

Cheng Wei pursed her lips and smiled.

If you don't block other people's path, don't you just look at getting close to you?

A chrysanthemum feast. Cheng Wei gained the favor of many noble girls, while Cheng Yao faintly aroused the jealousy of the girls, but her two amazing poems spread quickly.

Would you rather die by holding the fragrance on the branches? How could the north wind blow down? Han Zhong and Han murmured on the bed and stood up suddenly. Mother, can the girl who writes such a poem still not tell her character? Please help your son.

When Han Zhi stood up, Tao's expression changed slightly, and he pressed and said: You should lie down quickly. He pulled the wound and it was time to suffer again.

Han Zhi was already sweating, resting against the head of the bed, holding Tao's sleeve: Mother, his son studied and practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he never did anything extraordinary in his 17 years. His son's only unfilial piety was that he couldn't help but fall in love with a good girl. Mother, son understands that you didn't like her as a concubine in the past, but now she is the adopted daughter of the imperial concubine and can be worthy of her son.

Speaking of this, Han Zhi laughed at himself: What's more, his son was pregnant before he got married. After retiring from Zhao Shilang's house, his mother could see that there was a matchmaker coming to the house.

This sentence stabbed the pain of Tao: If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you, what kind of evil did I have committed?

When Han Zhi heard that there was a chance, he hurriedly grabbed Tao's hand: Mother, please fulfill your son, your son only has this wish.

He was already very thin and was beaten not long ago. His face was pale and sick, and he looked particularly pitiful.

How could Tao's heart hold on to it? He sighed and said: Zhi'er, you are the prince of the Duke's Mansion, and marriage is not a joke. Even if your mother agrees, your grandfather and grandmother and father may not agree. When your aunt came back, she told your grandmother that Miss Cheng Er was inappropriate.

His mother Han Zhi was obviously very angry about this statement and gritted her teeth and said, "Don't you understand, Yao's cousin is a concubine, how could her aunt recognize her if she wants to say that she is wrong, but she will not be reincarnated. Mother, a person with misbehavior, can she write such verses?

Dow was so speechless that he was asked.

Han Zhi calmed down and said seriously: Mother, son knows that our family has always been low-key, which is related to her sister-in-law.

How did this mean that Dow's expression changed drastically. You kid, stop talking nonsense.

When my son was a child, Han Zhi said calmly that his grandfather and father were in charge of the emperor's taboo. The younger sister was so charming that the country was in love with the imperial concubine. Mother, if the son married the adopted daughter of the imperial concubine, this would be a good thing. Please help your son and go and ask for mercy with the grandmother and the others.

Seeing Tao pondering, Han Zhixin said: Mother, son's reputation is now difficult to marry a noble daughter. If you don't help your son, then the son will keep the child born to Panpan for this life. If the grandfather and the others are not happy, give up the position of prince to their second brother.

Shut up, Tao was so angry that he was trembling all over. How dare you think so, but you are worthy of your father and me

Mother, the son is willing to be a good son. But if you can't marry Yao's cousin and your son will be useless, do you really have the heart to watch your son like this?

Let me think about it carefully and turn around and leave, my steps staggered.

Han Zhi raised his hand and pressed his heart, closed his eyes exhausted, but the corners of his mouth were raised.

Three days later, news that Emperor Changqing gave the marriage to Concubine Hua's adopted daughter and Prince Wei spread throughout the capital.

The famous flowers have their masters, which made the talented noble girls who saw Miss Meng Xiao on the Double Ninth Festival breathe a sigh of relief, while Han was furious in Huairen's mansion.

She grabbed the tea pot and threw it hard on the ground, almost roaring: I can actually give you a marriage, but I can't do it. Wei'er, please accompany me to the Duke's Mansion. I want to ask your uncle, are they confused?

Cheng Wei pulled out his hand and shook his head: I won't go. Mother, you know it's a marriage grant. Even if you go back to my grandfather's house and ask, what if you say, hasn't your cousin always had a special liking for her? The two of them got married, and maybe they would have done less trouble.

Do you know what Han clenches teeth?

She wanted to say that the little bitch was no longer a perfect match, but when she thought that it was her nephew who had an affair with her. She could not tell her unmarried daughter or outsiders, and she suddenly felt like she was eating coptis chinensis.
Chapter completed!