Chapter 43: What else do you want to do?
She quickly remembered something and retorted, "Second Master, please don't blame everything on me. When I fell into the lake, you went to Rongchang Marquis's mansion to look for him. You two already have a history."
Ji Changqing felt that this person really had no conscience.
Why did he go to find Marquis Rongchang?
It was because he received a letter from Yan Chi Feishuan saying that she released someone else's tiger and fell into the icy lake. He was afraid that she would lose her life there, so he made up an excuse and hurried over.
Rongchang Hou was confused when he met others later.
"If you don't care about the affairs of the court, then don't worry about it."
Ji Changqing said lightly.
"In my current position, I can only be wooed by others. I have no interest in competing for the throne. I just want to be a loyal minister."
Feng Qingsui felt a little relieved when he heard this.
It’s good that Ji Changqing is not the prince’s man, so that she still has the opportunity to tell everything.
"I understand." She smiled at Ji Changqing, "It turns out I can walk sideways."
Ji Changqing: “…”
You even touched the prince, isn't that arrogant enough?
How dare you be so arrogant!
Feng Qingsui had been recuperating for a few days and was in great shape. Worried about Hua Ling, he went to visit Wei at the Rongchang Marquis' Mansion as soon as he recovered.
Wei's face was flushed, and when she saw her, she smiled and said, "You came at the right time. I have something happy to tell you."
Feng Qingsui glanced at her waist and asked, "Pregnant?"
"How did you guess so accurately?"
Wei laughed loudly.
"The court doctor took my pulse this morning and diagnosed it right away. I was so happy I wanted to walk around the house twenty times, but it was the old lady who talked me out of it."
"Congratulations, Madam, on getting what you wished for."
Feng Qingsui said with a smile.
Wei expressed her gratitude and then mentioned the incident of being chased by the white tiger that day. She said with lingering fear, "I was too arrogant and forgot the nature of the beast. If you hadn't been smart that day, I would have died there."
Feng Qingsui comforted him, "It's okay. No one would have thought it would suddenly break out."
"yes."
Wei was filled with emotion.
Then he asked Feng Qingsui: "Are you feeling better? Did you use the herbs I sent? If you need anything else, please let me know."
Feng Qingsui said, "It's all right now, don't worry."
"That's good." Wei smiled. "I can't go for a walk right now, so why don't I take you to Third Sister's place to enjoy the flowers? Her Nine-Lotus Lanterns are in bloom."
Feng Qingsui said hello.
The grass and trees withered in the cold winter, but the nine lotus lanterns in Miss Han San's courtyard were full of vitality and competed with each other in beauty.
Feng Qingsui praised it as soon as he entered the courtyard: "It is indeed a wonderful flower."
Wei's face was full of satisfaction: "Am I right? Is this flower more beautiful than the peony?"
Feng Qingsui was about to nod when a petite figure emerged from the porch. "Sister-in-law, why do you always describe flowers and plants as 'better than peonies'?"
"Third sister is a talented woman, her words are naturally eloquent." Wei laughed loudly, "For a commoner like me, it's good enough to say something as beautiful as a peony or a peony."
Han Ruixiang said with a smirk, "Sister-in-law, when you say that, it seems like I'm deliberately showing off my talent."
"Oh, I'm telling the truth."
Wei cried out that he was innocent.
"Qing Sui, you don't know, but my third sister wrote more than a dozen poems for the Nine Lotus Lantern and painted seven or eight pictures. Those pictures look more real than the real thing."
Han Ruixiang's face flushed.
"Sister-in-law, please stop showing off. Madam Ji has seen all kinds of good paintings. Master Ji's paintings are real paintings. Mine are just graffiti."
Feng Qingsui listened silently to the conversation between the aunt and sister-in-law, thinking that she had never seen Ji Changqing's paintings.
The last time I entered his study, I saw only books on one wall and a few maps hanging on the other. The maps were of the border area, probably relics left by Ji Changfeng.
Wei wanted to show off Han Ruixiang's talent, so she dragged Feng Qingsui into the west wing, which was Han Ruixiang's study, to see her paintings.
Han Ruixiang paints meticulously, and every stroke is delicate and realistic, truly demonstrating extraordinary skill.
"Amazing! Miss Third must have put in a lot of hard work."
"That's right. When she's painting, she doesn't eat or sleep. She sits there all day. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to sit still for even a quarter of an hour."
Han Ruixiang felt embarrassed.
"Sister-in-law, please stop praising me. It's the same for everyone who learns to paint. Madam Ji is really talented. She has learned medical skills at such a young age. I can't even read medical books."
"You are all amazing!" Wei laughed, "I am the only one who is mediocre."
The three of them chatted and laughed for a while. Seeing that Wei was a little tired, Han Ruixiang said, "Sister-in-law, go back and rest first. Madam Ji and I will chat slowly."
Feng Qingsui also wanted to say goodbye.
Han Ruixiang tried to persuade her to stay for a few moments, but seeing that she was determined to leave, she smiled and said, "We're having a poetry club gathering in a couple of days, and we've invited Miss Qiao from Fanlou to sing. Would you like to come and join us, Madam Ji?"
Wei stopped walking. Feng Qingsui was worried about having no excuse to come to the Rongchang Marquis's residence. Hearing this, he said, "Okay, I will definitely come. However, I can't recite poetry or compose couplets, so I can only listen to music when I come."
Han Ruixiang said, "It's okay to just listen to the music."
After leaving the Rongchang Marquis's residence, Feng Qingsui asked Wuhua, "How was your investigation?"
Just now, she was chatting in Han Ruixiang's courtyard, which gave Wuhua an excuse to go to the kitchen to inquire - if Hua Ling was still alive, she would need to eat and drink, and someone should be responsible for delivering the meals.
Wuhua replied, "There's a maid in the main kitchen who's about the same size as me. She's there to deliver meals to the guest house. Next time I come over, I'll pretend to be her and go take a look at the guest house."
Feng Qingsui knew that her disguise skills were better than his own, and that she seemed to have received training and could always imitate others easily, so he nodded in agreement.
On the day of the poetry club gathering, Feng Qingsui and Wuhua arrived on time.
This poetry society was called "Rui Xiang Poetry Society". Feng Qingsui had heard from Wei that it was the largest women's poetry society in the capital, with more than a hundred members.
Seeing it today, it is indeed extraordinary.
Han Ruixiang's yard naturally could not accommodate so many people, so the party was held in the banquet hall.
Qiao Zhenzhen and the musicians she brought with her sat on the stage and sang.
After singing ten songs and taking a break off the stage, Feng Qingsui went over and said hello: "Miss Qiao, long time no see."
Qiao Zhenzhen smiled brightly, "I just saw Madam on the stage, and was just looking for you."
"Why are you singing here?"
Feng Qingsui asked while avoiding others.
Previously, when she went to Fanlou to treat Qiao Zhenzhen, she heard her mention that Han Ruixuan often went there to listen to music and wanted to take her as a concubine.
Qiao Zhenzhen covered her face: "Miss Han San gave too much."
Feng Qingsui: “…”
She said with a smile: "You are not afraid of being deceived."
"Shouldn't it be?"
Qiao Zhenzhen looked around.
"With so many noble ladies and ladies from wealthy families here, Prince Han wouldn't have any bad thoughts, right?"
"Better safe than sorry," Feng Qingsui warned, "try not to leave the banquet hall."
Qiao Zhenzhen nodded and said yes.
After drinking two cups of floral dew, she returned to the stage to continue singing. When she went off the stage to rest again, she bumped into a maid who was serving soup, and the soup spilled all over her.
"I'm sorry! I'll take you to change clothes."
The maid threw the tray aside and pulled her towards the exit of the banquet hall.
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