The Dong family's temporary withdrawal does not mean they are exiting the historical stage.
Even if Mr. Dong overturns the table, he still has to clean up the mess.
The banquet will continue today; it can be held without anyone, although the death of the Empress might mean a break for a while.
But the empress didn't die, and Dong Xu was stripped of his title, which many people might need to celebrate.
As for today's event, it was orchestrated by Madam Dong, but once it's set up, it's not really hers, and it might not even belong to the Emperor.
He returned after changing his clothes.
Consort Cui also returned after changing her clothes.
Everyone continues to sing and dance; in this peaceful and prosperous age, we need not be too noisy.
Huan Yue sat in the crowd, and it was quiet without Yan Boxuan.
Princess Huayang coaxed her son to sleep, but Huan Yue didn't care at all; no matter how good someone else's son was, he was still someone else's.
Di Baose sat quietly, afraid that any movement would trigger a storm, as many people were watching her.
Wen Miao, the granddaughter of Grand Tutor Wen, has arrived.
This moment drew everyone's attention.
However, Miss Wen followed the eunuch's footsteps and walked in the middle of the main hall. She was dressed appropriately and behaved with composure, which was refreshing to everyone who saw her.
The large curtains swayed slightly to the left and right, as if both sides wanted to lift the curtains and see the woman clearly.
She was kept in seclusion by Grand Tutor Wen, and then exposed by the Crown Princess, or rather, targeted by Lady Dong.
She seemed quite extraordinary. She possessed a serene quality that remained unmoved even by the wealth and status of a noble family.
Of course, the Wen family also had a certain level of financial strength, and they didn't need to suddenly become rich like the poor.
The Wen family's heritage is evident in Miss Wen, something that someone like Pei Huanying could never fake.
He glanced at it and thought it was good, then asked, "What does Da Lang think?"
Prince Peng hurriedly knelt down and replied, "Your subject is ashamed."
The matriarch spoke up: "Don't be shy. Miss Wen, come here first, let me see. She has an extraordinary air about her." She admonished her daughter, "Learn from her. This is how a woman should be."
The girls in the Prince Song's mansion all responded in unison, "We've learned it."
Wenmiao knelt down to pay his respects to the ancestor, speaking with great refinement: "I am sorry to have made you laugh, Ancestor."
The old woman said, "I won't laugh at you, I'll laugh at Qing'e." She turned to her and called, "Come here quickly, let me see who writes the best Fei Bai style."
Huan Yue came over, pulled the old lady aside and said, "A smile makes you ten years younger. If I can make the old lady laugh, I'm shameless. I don't care what you're laughing at."
The old woman patted her hand: "Go and write well."
Huan Yue bowed to Miss Wen and said, "If I have offended you, please forgive me. You are a magnanimous person."
Wen Miao hurriedly returned the greeting: "How dare I?"
Wen Miao's outfit was impeccable, but her looks were only average.
Look at how beautiful the Crown Princess is.
But Wenmiao's demeanor was not much inferior to that of the Crown Princess.
Wenmiao had known all along that Madam Dong had her eye on her, and this matter was not going to be easy.
Even if all else fails, one must at least live. However, Wenmiao considered on the way here that the Crown Princess's actions today might be the best option.
If she could be a princess, she wouldn't be so pretentious as to say she couldn't.
Peng Wang may seem mediocre, but he is not stupid. Wen Miao is just trying to make a living; as long as he can get by and make it a little better, that's enough for him.
She was a person with few demands. Her grandfather was also a person with few demands.
Huan Yue felt that she was tragically sacrificed in the book, and that King Peng was also harmed.
If the two of them were to get together, Pei Huanying and Pei Huanfeng would be able to cause trouble for Prince Qi.
Pei Huanying is prettier than Wen Miao; men are visual creatures.
But Wenmiao couldn't say it was ugly; after looking at someone for a long time, what you wanted was this kind of comfort.
Huan Yue felt that there were many outstanding women, but many of them were simply unlucky. Otherwise, they would all be poets.
Two tables were placed in the middle.
Huan Yue invited Miss Wen.
How could Wenmiao walk ahead of her? The two walked side by side.
Princess Yongqing smiled and said, "They are quite destined to be together."
Princess Yuqing said, "Grand Tutor Wen has really kept his granddaughter hidden."
Princess Pingyang asked, "Miss Wen is sixteen years old and still not engaged?"
At this time, when trouble is stirred up, everyone is thinking about the tragedy of the Grand Princess of Nankang, and they all feel that the Princess of Pingyang is doomed.
Princess Pingyang, dressed in colorful clothes, was much prettier than the young Wenmiao. Even Princess Peng, could she compare to her?
The emperor sat there and quietly beckoned Consort Shen to come out and see her daughter-in-law.
Consort Shen knelt down to express her gratitude and cried with emotion.
Xie Zhou advised, "Father is pleased."
Consort Shen understood and solemnly kowtowed three times.
Today, he nodded slightly, deciding not to argue with her.
Consort Shin Hyun quietly stepped aside.
She had some romantic ideas when she was young, but not anymore.
But the slap from Madam Dong just now seemed to fan the last embers of her flame; it was the Crown Princess who gave her hope.
She only had one son and had no other ambitions, but she was very content that her son could properly take a concubine and live a proper life.
Moreover, the more Ms. Wen looked at her, the more elegant she seemed, and Ms. Shen felt unworthy of her.
Don't act like a mother-in-law anymore. She doesn't have much to give. After being a virtuous concubine for twenty years, she's practically penniless.
Fortunately, Miss Wen doesn't seem to be anything rare.
As long as they get along well in the future, Ms. Shen feels she can die with a smile on her face.
Huan Yue finished writing quickly at the table.
Practice calligraphy every day, and your hand will never get rusty.
Wen Miao also wrote quickly.
He looks like someone who reads and writes often, and he has a very good temperament.
Although being a scholar does not equate to having a good personality, there are plenty of people who are arrogant and conceited because of their talent.
The man was excited: "Present it here, let's show it to our ancestors first."
The old ancestor laughed and said, "I won't stand on ceremony."
Today, people flatter: "Our ancestors had good judgment; we're just thanking you for all the hard work."
A female official delivered the writings of the Crown Princess and Miss Wen to the Old Ancestor.
A group of bold people gathered around to look at the ancestor.
Princess Yongqing exclaimed in praise: "Your Majesty, you write so well!"
Today, people say, "Back then, you refused to practice your calligraphy properly, and your handwriting looked like a dog's crawl."
Princess Yongqing was furious: "How could you say such a thing, Your Majesty? Have you no shame?"
The old woman said to her, "You don't write properly, yet you care about your reputation. What makes you think you can do that?"
Princess Yongqing dared not challenge the old matriarch, so she resigned herself to her fate: "Even if I practiced, I could never have reached this level. Is it a matter of practice?"
The Crown Prince's wife said to her, "If you're lazy, don't make excuses."
The old ancestor said to the current emperor, "They are all well written, Your Majesty."
Huan Yue wiped his sweat from his brow.
Princess Yongqing asked curiously, "You're sweating after writing only ten characters?"
Huan Yue quietly moved to the side: "Grandmother is kind enough to save face for me."
The crowd burst into laughter instantly.
Princess Yongqing reached out to poke the Crown Princess, but couldn't reach her.
Huan Yue hid next to the ancestor.
Above, today we see: "A patch of spring chives turns green, ten miles of rice blossoms exude fragrance. Why isn't this finished?"
Huan Yue replied matter-of-factly, "I'm afraid of being exposed." Of course, plagiarism is always better than copying.
The emperor had an eunuch hand it to Grand Tutor Wen, saying, "How long do you think the filling can be kept sealed?"
Huan Yue struggled: "We'll cover it up for as long as we can."
Wen Zhongqing smiled and said, "I think Qing'e's calligraphy is quite elegant, while Duanshu's is rather conventional."
The current golden rule is: "Each has its own unique characteristics. What reward does the blue moth desire?"
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