144 Fenghua, for whom to bloom
In the Baicao Garden, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, competing with each other in beauty, but the women walking among the flowers are more beautiful and charming than the flowers.
She is dressed in gorgeous clothes, jewels and jade. When she is idle, she is like a beautiful flower reflected in the water. When she moves, she is like a willow swaying in the wind. She is delicate and beautiful. This is the noble lady of Dongling.
They are beautiful, graceful and talented, but they lack character. If you don't look at their faces, from a distance they all look like they were printed from the same mold.
In the Baicao Garden, the ladies and young ladies occupied one side, and the young men occupied the other. Although there was no screen separating the two areas, no one would walk around randomly. They would occasionally exchange glances, and although they were not secretive, they did not dare to be blatant either.
Even if men and women were sitting at the same table, they did not behave themselves in the slightest. The upbringing of the Dongling noble family was something that not ordinary people could match.
Although the poetry reading had not yet begun, almost everyone had arrived, except for the young master and young lady of the Xie family and Wang Jinling.
The host of the poetry gathering, Madam Xie, wore a royal blue brocade dress with a ten-layer gauze skirt on the outside. She also wore a whole set of gems and jewels of the same color, looking very noble.
At this time, she was surrounded by ladies and young ladies from various families, like a star surrounded by people. Looking at Mrs. Xie's appearance, she seemed to be very happy as well.
The relationship between the Zheng family of Xingyang and the Xie family has always been good. Madam Zheng is a pleasing-looking lady. She stood beside Madam Xie and said with a smile, "Today's poetry gathering is really lively. Madam Xie, you are so honorable. The eldest son has never appeared at a poetry gathering before. This is the first time."
It was obviously flattering, but he said it with such a frank expression that Mrs. Xie smiled even more.
The eldest son referred to is Wang Jinling, and in Dongling, only Wang Jinling is worthy of the title of eldest son.
The eldest son, this means that Wang Jinling is not only the eldest son of the Wang family, but also the eldest son of the entire Dongling family. This honor is not something that ordinary people can have.
"That's right. I heard that after the eldest master recovered from his eye disease, he received invitations like snowflakes, but he didn't accept any of them. He only came to Madam Xie's poetry reading." Others echoed him, but did not point out that this poetry reading was organized for Wang Jinling.
"Good poem, good poem. Mr. Xie is worthy of the title of Mr. Peach Blossom. Your poem about peach is really wonderful." There was a commotion at the entrance.
"It's the young master and young lady of the Xie family. They are truly the best of the best." The ladies around them praised with a smile, while the young ladies stretched their necks one by one.
The eldest and second sons of the Xie family are married, but the third son is not yet married. It would be great if he could marry into the Xie family.
Of course there is another reason, that is, since Xie San is here, the eldest young master should also come.
Feng Qingchen was right. The protagonist was of course the last to arrive, but it seemed that she was destined to steal Wang Jinling's limelight today.
"It's just a few words I learned." Mrs. Xie said modestly, but she couldn't hide her smile. She said considerately to the girls around her: "Go and have fun. Don't accompany us old ladies."
The young ladies had already been tempted, and after some declines, they walked towards the door one by one.
The Wang family's carriage also arrived at this time, and the young masters of the noble families, led by Xie San, went out to greet them.
In this world, only Wang Jinling has this honor. After all, the title of Eldest Young Master is not fake.
But the young ladies were in the garden, pushing and shoving each other, wanting to do so but not daring to. If the Ninth Prince saw the looks of these women, he would understand that Feng Qingchen was looking at him in a very reserved way.
The other members of the Wang family had already arrived, and Wang Jinling was the only one in the carriage. Xie San stepped forward on behalf of everyone and asked Wang Jinling to get off the carriage.
Wang Jinling was neither arrogant nor proud, but elegant and calm. He leaned half of his body out of the carriage, which attracted cheers from the crowd.
"Yulang, Yulang..."
This shows how famous Wang Jinling is, even though he has never appeared in a poetry gathering.
Yulang, this name reminded Wang Jinling of Feng Qingchen, who once called him with a smile: Wang Jia Yulang.
Feng Qingchen is not the first person to say that he is Yu Lang, and he will not be the last one, but he is the one he can never forget.
Wang Jinling had a smile on his face, his eyes were like stars, his dark pupils were filled with intoxicating tenderness, and his crescent-colored robe made him look even more handsome. Standing in the sun, his body was covered with a layer of golden light.
It is true that he has the appearance of a banished immortal.
The young masters of aristocratic families who were considered outstanding a second ago were instantly pale in comparison when they stood next to him. Feng Qingchen was absolutely right when he said that he was Yue.
No matter how brilliant the people around him were, at this moment they were reduced to stars supporting the moon. At this moment, he was being escorted into the Baicao Garden by the crowd...
"The piled stones are like jade, and the rows of pines are like emeralds. Lang Yan is unique and there is no other like him in the world."
The moment Wang Jinling came in, a bold young lady recited aloud the lines from "Bai Shilang Qu" to praise Wang Jinling.
"Thank you, Miss Wen." Wang Jinling smiled at the woman.
"Ah, Yulang looked at me."
The woman screamed, her cheeks turned red, and she almost fainted. The people around her hurriedly supported her and laughed.
One smile can conquer a city, another smile can conquer a country, and this is not just true for women.
Just as Wang Jinling stepped into the Baicao Garden, someone shouted, "Write a poem, compose a poem, young master, please don't break the rules of Baicao Garden."
At the Baicao Garden Poetry Festival, everyone who came had to write a poem about flowers.
The Baicao Garden contains hundreds of herbs and flowers, and all the most precious flowers and plants in the world are collected there. The poetry gathering in the Baicao Garden is, of course, dominated by flowers.
Wang Jinling knew the rules, so he didn't refuse. When someone brought him paper and pen, he wrote: "I've seen many plum blossoms painted with divine brushes, but I don't know if pine and bamboo are more realistic. All the flowers are my friends, but in winter, only these three can be seen."
Wang Jinling's handwriting is elegant and graceful, and one can tell at a glance that he has practiced for many years. Thinking about the fact that Wang Jinling was blind before but still had such beautiful handwriting, everyone was impressed.
"Good, good poem and good calligraphy, good winter friends, great talent of the eldest son."
Wang Jinling smiled faintly and said nothing, unperturbed by praise or criticism. After everyone praised him a few more words, they surrounded him and walked towards the garden.
"The admission time has passed. It's time to close the park." Someone in the crowd shouted with a smile in his eyes as if he was waiting for a good show.
"The eldest master has arrived. Close the garden gate. Close the garden gate." Everyone echoed.
This Baicao Garden is actually a mountain. Once the gate is closed, it becomes a world of its own.
But at this moment, a dissenting voice emerged: "No, there is still one that has not arrived."
"There is still one person who hasn't arrived? Sima Yan, who else hasn't arrived?" The seventh lady of the Xie family, as half the owner, asked.
Not good... Wang Qi and Xie San's eyes met in mid-air, and they both uttered three words with their lips: Feng Qingchen!
I was so busy just now that I forgot to look for Feng Qingchen.
Wang Jinling's eyes also flashed, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.
"Feng Qingchen, Feng Qingchen hasn't arrived yet. I remember Madam Xie invited her." Sima Yan's pretty face showed an irrepressible pride.
If Feng Qingchen saw her coachman, she would remember that this was the owner of the carriage whom she stopped but rode away after hearing her name.
Everyone fell silent, and the lively scene suddenly became deserted. The smile on Mrs. Xie's face froze. She secretly hated Feng Qingchen's arrogance and resented Sima Yan's ignorance.
If Feng Qingchen doesn't come, bringing this up with such fanfare would be a slap in her face, wouldn't it?
Fortunately, Madam Xie had also met Feng Lang before. She looked at Sima Yan kindly, until Sima Yan lowered his head, and then she smiled and said to everyone:
"The poetry gathering is not held for anyone. Feng Qingchen's absence will not affect today's poetry gathering. This garden..."
"The Ninth Uncle is here!"
A loud and vigorous shout interrupted Mrs. Xie's words...