Chapter 34 A plucked hen is more beautiful than a phoenix

Is this person crazy?

Meng Anxian's first reaction was that Meng Yanzhi had gone mad!

The tip of the brush was soft and wet, but Meng Anxian felt as if a small knife was scraping her face.

"You dare touch me! Your parents will never let you get away with this!" Meng Anxian cursed and threatened through gritted teeth.

Meng Yanzhi pushed Meng Anxian away and looked at her coldly: "Sister, we could have lived peacefully and kept to ourselves, but you insisted on provoking us, so don't blame me."

"You don't know this, do you? I've been working in the fields since I was a child. I'm very strong. This time it's a calligraphy brush, but next time it might be something else entirely. Little sister, do you want to give it a try?" Meng Yanzhi snapped the calligraphy brush in her hand with one hand, exuding a powerful aura of intimidation!

Meng Anxian instinctively wanted to throw a tantrum, but after meeting Meng Yanzhi's cold and hard eyes, she couldn't utter a single word and even took a step back in fright!

When she realized that she had been intimidated by this wretched girl, she was furious again.

"Meng Yanzhi, you just wait!"

After saying this, Meng Anxian strode outside, leaving Meng Yanzhi's courtyard as quickly as she walked.

"Young Miss, how dare you?"

"What will you do if the second young lady goes to Madam to complain?"

Mingchu looked at Meng Yanzhi with a worried expression.

Upon hearing this, Meng Yanzhi picked up another pen and said with a smile, "Instead of worrying about useless things, I should think about how I can improve my handwriting!"

She was now writing the five copies of the "Discourses on Salt and Iron" that Zhang Xuanyun had made her copy as punishment. Looking at these astonishing characters, Meng Yanzhi felt embarrassed and helpless.

Meng Yanzhi rubbed her wrist and then said, "I can't seem to get any strength out of my wrist. Mingchu, get me a strip of cloth. I need to hang my wrist up."

Although Ming Chu did not understand what Meng Yanzhi meant, he nodded and quickly arranged for the cloth strips to hang Meng Yanzhi's hands.

With this help, things were indeed a bit better than before, but the handwriting was still absolutely terrible.

The next day, early morning.

After Meng Yanzhi got up, she glanced at Ming Chu, then at the apricot-yellow dress in her hand, and said with a wry smile, "Such a bright color, I'm afraid it won't look good."

"Miss, your skin is as smooth as jade, fair and tender, it suits this color perfectly!" Ming Chu stepped forward with a smile and then helped Meng Yanzhi change her clothes.

Meng Yanzhi looked at herself in the race and nodded in satisfaction.

In her previous life, when she was in the Meng family, she dressed worse than a servant. When she went out, she was dressed in bright and colorful clothes, which was embarrassing. After she got married, she lived a life worse than a pig or a dog. This was the first time she had worn such beautiful clothes in both her previous and current lives.

Looking at her radiant reflection in the mirror, Meng Yanzhi felt a sense of freshness, as if she had been given a second chance at life.

She is still young and has changed her life through her own abilities. She should continue to live well and make the most of her life.

Meng Yanzhi picked up the lip rouge from the side, gently applied it to her lips, and tilted her head to look at Mingchu: "Am I pretty?"

"Young Miss, you are so beautiful, like a fairy sister from a storybook." Ming Chu stared at Meng Yanzhi in a daze.

During this time, Meng Yanzhi ate and slept well, and her clothes and jewelry were much more presentable than before, so her complexion improved and she looked beautiful no matter how you looked at her.

In the early Ming Dynasty, people would often be captivated by Meng Yanzhi's beauty.

Upon hearing this, Meng Yanzhi nodded in satisfaction, then stood up and walked outside.

In the past, the Meng family usually didn't take Meng Yanzhi with them when they went out. Occasionally, they would take her along, but she would ride in a carriage with the servants. However, this time, Meng's mother prepared a separate carriage for Meng Yanzhi.

She stood at the door waiting for Meng Yanzhi to come out, somewhat impatient, but the moment Meng Yanzhi walked out happily in an apricot-yellow dress, Meng's mother was stunned.

The Meng Yanzhi in front of her was exactly like her back then, she looked exactly the same, even the bright and cheerful look on her face was exactly the same.

At this moment, Mencius' mother felt a sense of reality for the first time, experiencing the unique warmth of bloodline inheritance.

"Mother, am I late?" Meng Yanzhi looked at her mother apologetically. Her cheeks were flushed from walking so fast, making her look somewhat naive.

Mencius' mother withdrew her gaze and coughed, "Get in the carriage."

The moment Meng Anxian saw Meng Yanzhi, she turned pale with anger. She had always known where her weakness lay; she didn't have Meng Yanzhi's beautiful face. That was why Meng Anxian would grit her teeth every time she saw Meng Yanzhi. She was just jealous, jealous that even though Meng Yanzhi grew up in the countryside and endured wind and sun, she was still fair and delicate.

On the other hand, even with her meticulous daily care, her skin and hair were still inferior to Meng Yanzhi's, and even her facial features were plain with no outstanding features!

Every time Meng Anxian stood in front of Meng Yanzhi, she felt like a plucked hen standing in front of a phoenix. The more she felt this way, the more she hated him!

Meng Anxian gritted her teeth, tightly clutching the handkerchief in her hand, and got into her carriage. Then she leaned against her mother and choked out, "If only I were my mother's biological daughter."

Meng's mother always doted on Meng Anxian. Upon hearing this, she felt a pang of heartache and said softly, "You grew up by my side. How can that Meng Anxian compare to you? Besides, a woman's virtue is the most important thing. How she looks doesn't matter."

The main problem was that Meng Anxian's appearance was really not good enough, so Meng's mother could only focus on cultivating her talents so that Meng Anxian wouldn't be so inferior.

When Meng Anxian heard these words before, she thought it was because her mother loved her, but now she could hear a hint of helplessness in them.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, filled with a ferocious hatred.

Since Meng Yanzhi is relying on her face, then let's just destroy it!

This was Meng Yanzhi's first time at the polo match in both her past and present lives. As soon as she got off the car, she was greeted by the fresh scent of grass. The young men on the field were all full of energy, a truly delightful sight.

Meng Anxian got out of the car, looked Meng Yanzhi up and down with disdain, and snorted coldly: "You country bumpkin who's never seen the world, take your eyes off her right now, what kind of behavior is this!"

Meng Yanzhi did not argue back in public, but silently withdrew her gaze and quietly followed behind her mother, keeping a respectful distance.

The Meng family were not high-ranking officials, so their positions were at the back, in a very inconspicuous corner.

However, Meng Yanzhi's outfit today was so eye-catching that it attracted many young men to look over here.