Chapter 657: The Deposed Princess Strikes Back at the Female General 104
Ji Yunhuan sneered, "Don't worry about what happens to me in the future, Master Song. Whether I can lead the army is up to the emperor, Master Song has no say in that!"
Ji Yunhuan took a few deep breaths and calmed herself down. She must not be standing high enough, which is why someone like Song Yan, who had no official title or rank, dared to point fingers at her.
Just now, when she was inspecting Qingchuan Garden, those noble gentlemen were very polite when they saw her, and no one dared to say a bad word about her.
There were also many sons of noble families who wanted to get a job on the day of the celebration so that they could stand out and praise her for her bravery and skill in fighting, and for the bravery of the entire Duke's Mansion, and for the fact that she was a woman who was as good as any man!
As for reputation, when she becomes queen, queen mother, and holds great power, who would dare to criticize her?
Song Yan didn't understand what Ji Yunhuan was angry about, but he liked Ji Yunhuan, so he was willing to coax Ji Yunhuan.
"Miss Ji, please don't be angry. I said something wrong. I definitely don't mean to blame you. You know I... I like your..."
Song Yan felt a little embarrassed to say these heartfelt words in front of his beloved. His cheeks turned slightly red and he didn't dare to look at Ji Yunhuan.
"When I learned that you were getting a divorce, I was so happy that I immediately went to ask my aunt for help. I have liked you for a long time. That year, you sat under the pear tree and played the flute, and I played the flute to accompany you from afar."
"A long flute tune blows in the wind, pear petals fall on the cheeks, a glimpse of a stunning beauty is unforgettable. When I was young, I met someone who was too stunning. From then on, you are the only one in my dreams and heart. There is no room for anyone else."
"The Song family has been a family of scholars for generations, and has never produced a military commander. If you enter the Song family, you will naturally no longer be able to lead troops, nor should you brandish swords and guns, as that would scare the women in the family. However, we can still play the zither and compose poems, which is also a joy in life."
Ji Yunhuan was so angry that she almost laughed, "Song Yan, it's not me you like, it's just the illusion in your heart."
"I am neither gentle nor kind. I have been on the battlefield and killed many people. You don't understand what I want, and you can't give me what I want. You and I are not the same kind of people. I will not put down my sword, and it is even more impossible for me to marry you."
Such a straightforward rejection, without any woman's shyness, left Song Yan speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.
It was not until Ji Yunhuan stood up and leaned on the railing to look out that he hurriedly followed and explained anxiously: "If you like to practice martial arts, I can also give in. If you want to lead the troops, that's fine, but you can't leave the capital. When a woman gets married, the most important thing is to take care of her husband and children."
"Even if you don't marry me, you will marry someone else. The Song family's ancestral precept states that a man can take a concubine only if he is 40 and has no children. I will definitely be devoted to you. Don't be so anxious to reject me. Many women want to marry into the Song family, but I only have you in my heart."
Ji Yunhuan glanced at Song Yan and said coldly, "I could have practiced martial arts and led troops to fight. Why do you say that it is a gift from your Song family? Song Yan, you are too self-righteous!"
"You have no official title, and I am a second-rank official. My child is the future Duke of Ji. I don't like you. Do you understand?"
Song Yan finally fell silent.
Ji Yun was so happy and peaceful that she didn't bother to talk any more with Song Yan. Her eyes were all on Ayi.
Many people gathered on both sides of the stream, the women on the west bank and the young men from the capital on the east bank.
There is a flower-viewing platform on the east bank. Just now, many people were reciting poems, writing essays, playing the piano and the flute here, which attracted many women from the other side of the bank to stop and watch.
As soon as Yuwen Yi arrived at Qingchuan Garden, he was pushed onto the stage by the crowd's jeers. He had no intention of showing off any talents, nor did he want to attract the attention of the women on the other side, but today was a banquet hosted by the Queen Mother, and he couldn't just leave.
Now he has learned it and can still say a few polite words.
"You are too polite, young marquis. I am not good at writing. I can only read some military strategies. I can't write poems or compose essays. I am not good at music and I don't understand romance. I am afraid I will disappoint you."
Marquis Weiyuan had just inherited the title, and originally this title was not his, as he had an elder brother above him, and he was just a bastard raised under the name of his stepmother. Unfortunately, his elder brother was not ambitious enough and offended King Rui, and died suddenly not long after. However, he had already surrendered to King Rui, so naturally he became the new Marquis Weiyuan.
Weiyuan Hou was a little drunk and said cheerfully, "Your Highness Prince Yi is really humble. Everyone knows that today is to select a concubine for Prince Yi. We are all here to serve as foils for His Highness."
"There are so many young girls on the other side who want to see Prince Yi's elegance. Prince Yi can just recite something casually. No matter what it is, we can't let the girls down."
Yuwen Yi did not prepare any poems or songs, so he said: "I really don't have any literary talent, but I can only keep the sword in my hand, always by my side, and dance."
The sword was unsheathed, filled with murderous intent. Weiyuan Hou was so frightened that he dared not say anything more and ran away.
Yuwen Yi collected his internal energy and simply danced with the sword.
He was wearing a black suit with red hems. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the hem of his suit was embroidered with red albizzia flowers in dark thread. The densely packed petals were intertwined together, and paired with a red belt, it did not look dull, but rather had a sense of gorgeousness.
Different from the loose clothes with long sleeves of the young men in the capital, Yuwen Yi's clothes were neat and tailored to fit him perfectly, outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making his figure more upright and his temperament more imposing!
The tip of the sword drew a smooth arc, a sword energy spread out, and pear blossoms fell from the tree like rain, with a refreshing fragrance.
Amidst the rain of pear blossoms, Yuwen Yi immediately spotted Ji Yunhuan on the attic. He saw her raised mouth and the joy in her eyes, so he danced even harder.
Wherever the sword energy went, a flock of birds were startled. The man's strength and flexibility were intertwined, as flexible as a flying swallow and as agile as a tiger.
Beads of sweat dripped from the corners of his eyes and rolled down his long eyelashes. With his slightly panting breath, his Adam's apple rolling, and his chest rising and falling, Ji Yun was glad that he had excellent eyesight. Even if he had to use his inner strength to support it, he didn't want to miss the beautiful scenery at the moment.
Her Ah Yi is a very talented person. He usually keeps a low profile, but he will try his best to seduce her whenever he gets the chance.
Ji Yunhuan's thoughts had already begun to wander, wondering whether to stay at the Duke's Mansion or Prince Yi's Mansion in the evening.
Yuwen Yi landed lightly on the ground, sheathed his sword with a clang, and bowed to the people in the audience, saying calmly: "I have finished my dance. If you have nothing else to do, I will leave."
The women on the other side of the river were stunned. In the capital, people valued literature over military affairs, and many of the women dreamed of finding a husband with great talent, but not all of them liked weak scholars.
Yuwen Yi was tall and straight, with handsome features, broad shoulders and a long body. His appearance overwhelmed all the men around him. Add to that his natural aura, superb martial arts skills and his identity as a prince, and you'll be truly attracted by him.
Nie Xirui touched her chin and sighed, "Don't you think His Royal Highness Prince Yi's sword dance is very pretty? The Marquis Weiyuan next to him is like a grasshopper, which is really disgusting! Marquis Weiyuan doesn't think that he can attract women by reciting a few sour poems? Who knows that he is so uneducated and his poems are all written by others."
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