5. Poetry Gathering
There will be a poetry gathering in a few days, and all the prominent young men and women in the capital are invited. Yun Zhihe, who is currently in the limelight, naturally received an invitation.
This poetry gathering was prepared by the Cui family's wife. She was also very talented and just below Yun Zhihe. Although the two of them were always competing, they had a good relationship and could be considered good sisters.
She arrived early, and Madam Cui, who was receiving guests, said goodbye with a smile and came to see her. She was cheerful, and the two of them had a good chat even though they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
After just a short chat, Madam Cui said with a sour tone and a bit of disappointment, "It's because you have won the favor of His Majesty that Madam Fu Ya has become your teacher."
Madam Fu Ya is a first-rate learner. As time goes by, the gap between the two naturally grows bigger and bigger. She has been compared with Yun Zhihe since she was a child, so she can't help but feel a little melancholy at this moment.
Of course, she didn't feel any jealousy. Madam Cui was dressed in fine clothes and rode a horse, full of elegance and spirit. How could she have such bad intentions?
Yun Zhihe smiled and said, "After the poetry reading, I asked Azhi to send over the notes and essays I've written over the past few days."
She admired Cui Mingyu and naturally treated her as a good sister.
"real?!"
Cui Mingyu blinked, then happily hugged Yun Zhihe again, their faces pressed together. "You're still the best, good sister. Today we won't go home until we're drunk!"
This poetry meeting turned into a cocktail party with her boast. Everyone around looked over at her. Yun Zhihe couldn't help but laugh along with Cui Mingyu.
Moreover, this poetry gathering is called a poetry gathering, but it is also a place for young men and women from Beijing to go on blind dates. They can get to know each other and observe people's talents. If things turn out well, it will naturally be a good thing.
Therefore, many unmarried young men flirted with Yun Zhihe openly or secretly, and she politely rejected many of their handkerchiefs.
She was born with a clear and beautiful appearance, with a face as white as jade, and the jade in her hands was the same color as her hands. Not only was she famous for her talent, but her temperament was also extraordinary, and she was the object of admiration of many young men in the capital.
Yun Zhihe had no plans to get married. She was neither too old nor too young, and His Majesty had never arranged for her to have any concubines. She did not have the desire for a man at her age. Besides, she had not yet established a career, so there was no point in getting married.
She politely refused the handkerchief from a young man.
Naturally, the talented and learned son of the prime minister would also come to such a poetry gathering. He saw from afar that Yun Zhihe was surrounded by young masters, so he walked forward.
The equally gentle and polite Qiang Qiang squeezed into the crowd and pulled Yun Zhihe out.
Yun Zhihe didn't know how to respond, so he breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him with a smile.
Wen Yanhe also smiled and said, "Madam Yun is so popular, is there a gentleman you like?"
"Oh... by the way, I'm afraid she has already fallen in love with that tiger-like Second Prince."
"You're not afraid that he'll tear you apart."
She naturally knew the sarcasm he was talking about. She was angry that she had fought for the Second Prince. The little fox, who was known for her clear and dignified appearance, could not stand being humiliated. At this moment, she had a smile on her face and was very sharp-tongued.
Moreover, the feud between the two of them was escalating. Two days ago, they argued over a hairpin in Jinyutang. The little fox was smart and got the hairpin but stole something, which made the second prince very angry.
However, the victorious little fox was forced by the Prime Minister's wife to apologize to the Second Prince.
Even the hairpin was returned under the Prime Minister's wife's tough attitude.
He was so angry that he scolded the Second Prince for being arrogant and unreasonable in the letter. The words in the letter were tough, but the tear marks on the paper also showed that he was crying while writing the letter.
Yun Zhihe felt somewhat helpless, and couldn't understand the grudges between men. "It happened over a month ago, why are you still angry?"
It's nothing more than a child's nature. When you are against someone, you naturally want to pull your good friends together.
Wen Yanhe rolled his eyes at her, but seemed a little coquettish. Today he was wearing a white and blue brocade robe with crane pattern. He looked handsome and beautiful, smiling, and his pair of fox-like peach blossom eyes could make people blush and their hearts beat faster.
He suddenly asked, "Do I look good today?"
Yun Zhihe paused, not understanding what he meant. She looked at him carefully with her beautiful eyes and saw that he indeed had skin as white as cream and was outstanding and clear-minded like an immortal. She was telling the truth.
“It looks very nice.”
Wen Yanhe suddenly smiled happily, his eyes curved, revealing the tips of his white teeth, and he blinked his fox-like eyes.
"Then the Second Prince must come too. We'll compare who looks better later."
Yun Zhihe paused and asked doubtfully, "Why bother comparing?"
"Besides, as a woman, it's not my place to comment on your clothes."
Wen Yanhe thought she was on his side, but now she pursed her lips in anger, "You are clearly partial to... partial to him."
He said this and turned away angrily, but when he met his wife at the corner, he suddenly put on a gentle smile.
Yun Zhihe was left standing there alone, lowering his head and thinking about what was wrong with his words.
Yun Zhihe's principle of action is not to get involved in any struggles among men.
To take part in a man's struggle is the beginning of misfortune.
Cui Mingyu said this countless times.
She had five beautiful maids at such a young age, probably because she had participated in many things and had gained experience.
It was still summer, and the flowers in this garden were in full bloom. Although it was not as beautiful as the Imperial Garden, the precious flowers and plants were also vying for beauty, and you could vaguely see butterflies flying among the flowers.
The butterfly is entering from...
Yun Zhihe looked at the scenery in front of him, and although he had no paper or pen, he suddenly felt interested in writing poetry.
She was fascinated by the sight, her beautiful eyes fixed on a certain spot, searching for rhythm.
She had this problem, a habit of a scholar that she couldn't change. One day, she even stared at His Majesty's hands in a daze and forgot to play the piano. His Majesty's fingers were as slender as jade, and he held the pen with a reserved and noble air.
At that time, His Majesty was still looking at her and asked her who she was thinking about, as if she had lost her soul.
Naturally, what cannot be said can only be buried in the heart.
Yun Zhihe was stunned, not knowing why these past events suddenly came to his mind. He squinted his eyes and looked at the garden scenery, then lost interest.
The Qushui Liushang party is about to begin, and it’s time to go to the main garden.
As soon as you step in, you can hear the little fox's laughter, with a slight sarcasm at the end and a light voice.
"Why isn't the Second Prince wearing that hairpin today?"
Logically speaking, the second prince didn't like this literary poetry gathering very much. He liked riding and shooting. It was unusual for him to attend a poetry gathering at a banquet where aristocratic children had fun.
Qin Zhi was wearing a dark white brocade robe with a crane pattern today, and a white apricot brocade waist belt with auspicious cloud pattern. His pine green eyes were slightly narrowed under his eyebrows, with a lazy smile on his face.
"I was a little happy at first, but when I got it and looked at it carefully, it was just so-so. The style was too vulgar."
"Just threw it onto the carriage."
"Does the Prime Minister like it?"
He glanced at the attendant beside him, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Chun Ya, go get it from the carriage and give it to the Prime Minister's son."
"yes."
There was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air, and the scene of the two people confronting each other made many people sigh.
Although Wen Yanhe is smart, Qin Zhi is not bad either. After all, he grew up in the palace and is naturally quite scheming. At this moment, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Yanhe's cold face with amusement.
It was rare for him to win back this game.
"No need for that. It's not easy for Yan He to take back the gift given to His Highness."
"I'm afraid that my mother will feel that the Second Prince has been wronged and will force Yan He to apologize to him. Yan He can't bear it."
He pressed the four words "can't afford it" with the tip of his teeth, with a bit of gnashing of teeth, emphasizing that the second prince was bullying others by taking advantage of his power.
Yun Zhihe was also aroused by the strong tension between the two of them. He just looked at the hairpin in Qin Zhi's hair from afar, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. It seemed that... it was bought for him that day.
Cui Mingyu winked at Yun Zhihe. No one dared to offend the second prince, and she only hoped that Yun Zhihe could pull one of the two men away.
Yun Zhihe paused, his expression a little unnatural.
She didn't want to get involved in the conflict between the two men and slowly shook her head towards Cui Mingyu.
And she thought she didn't have the face to separate the two of them.
Cui Mingyu glared at her again. The two of them were still arguing with each other, each with hidden meaning in their words.
If this continues, the poetry gathering will not be held. It is also puzzling why the second prince, his uncle, would come to this poetry gathering that only happens once every eight hundred years. The second prince is notoriously difficult to get along with.
Is it just to win back your face by arguing with the Prime Minister's son?
Cui Mingyu was in tears.
She cleared her throat and stepped forward with a smile. "Your Highness has finally come here. The poetry gathering is about to begin. Mingyu, please take a seat, Second Prince."
The second prince looked at Wen Yanhe disdainfully, paused and nodded to Cui Mingyu, which could be considered humble. Suddenly, he glanced at where Yun Zhihe was sitting, and followed Cui Mingyu to sit opposite Yun Zhihe.
The men sat together, the women sat together, this was the best position to see Yun Zhihe.
Yun Zhihe smiled politely at the second prince and stopped talking.
This time, Wen Yanhe was the one who suffered injustice. Lingdong's usually smiling face was full of displeasure, and he drank several sips of tea angrily.
When the Second Prince looked at her, she gave him a proper smile, but it seemed a little forced.
The second prince chuckled sarcastically, pinching the teacup with his fingertips, lowered his head to take a sip, sprayed the tea on his lower lip, and then put it down. His rosy lips became even redder, and he looked up at Yun Zhihe lazily.
The arrogant and bright Qin Zhi's actions were somewhat wild and charming. He used all his strength to make the scholar look at him more.
Seeing that Yun Zhihe was not looking at him, his smile suddenly froze. He looked in the direction of her gaze with displeasure and found that she was looking at Wen Yanhe, and her eyes seemed still in a daze.
Yun Zhihe looked at the flowers behind Wen Yanhe and began to ponder. The flowers were so gorgeous that even someone who loved lotus as much as she did would appreciate them a little more.
She still thought of the poem she had just composed in the garden. At this moment, inspiration came to her, and she was thinking about the words and just wanted to add them.
Wen Yanhe is handsome and beautiful today. The prime minister's son, who is famous for his talent and appearance, dressed up with all his might to defeat the second prince. He stunned many ladies when he appeared.
But Qin Zhi was not bad either. Many women looked at him vaguely and blushed when he looked over.
He was also extraordinarily handsome today, his cloud-patterned waistband accentuating his slim waist and abdomen. The corners of his eyes were a touch red, shimmering with gold powder, and he wore the hairpin she had bought on his head. Why was he only focused on that vixen? Didn't he even glance at him?
The second prince's handsome face, which had been smiling just now, suddenly turned cold. He put down the teacup he was playing with in a bad mood and stared at the dazed Yun Zhihe.
You can clearly see some murderous intent in him.
Cui Mingyu, who was sitting next to Yun Zhihe, trembled all over because of the murderous aura, and her teacup almost fell over. She found that Qin Zhi was staring at Yun Zhihe next to her with a frown, so she quickly pushed her with her hand and said in a hollow voice.
“…Zhihe.”
Yun Zhihe finally came to his senses and realized that although he was staring at the flowers, to outsiders it looked like he was staring at the unmarried son of the Prime Minister. He immediately felt rude and quickly looked away, giving Wen Yanhe an apologetic smile.
He also looked at Cui Mingyu with gratitude.
Seeing her smile, Qin Zhi's expression became even colder.
How dare you smile at him!
Although the Second Prince had an indifferent expression, he suddenly felt a little aggrieved in his heart.
The late emperor doted on him the most. Although Xuanyuan Ying was not his father, he was tolerant and generous to the princes and always responded to their requests. To be precise, he had never suffered any grievances since he was a child.
That vixen was at a disadvantage today, but she made up for it here. Qin Zhi's breath was unstable and trembling.
Wen Yanhe thought Yun Zhihe's smile was to comfort him, and his mood began to ease. He also smiled and raised his glass to Yun Zhihe.
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