145 Sharpness, Unstoppable
Ninth uncle?
Everyone looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you.
They were not shocked by the Ninth Prince's identity, but...
The aristocratic families never invite the powerful and the royal family to their poetry gatherings, not because they cannot invite them, but because the aristocratic families look down on the upstarts of the Dongling Dynasty.
The new nobles of Dongling have only been around for a hundred years, and their inheritance has not reached three generations. The aristocratic families do not recognize them at all. Such a poetry gathering cannot be entered just by status. The sons and daughters of the four dukes' mansions cannot enter the Baicao Garden without such talent. The exquisiteness of this invitation is even greater than that of Princess Anping's Peach Blossom Banquet.
The Ninth Prince, although the family is not so high that they cannot afford to offend him, they will not provoke him. The family also admires the Ninth Prince. In Dongling, where appearance is important, the Ninth Prince's appearance is enough to stand out from the crowd.
In previous years' poetry gatherings, we had invited the Ninth Prince to attend, but he never showed up, and later we never thought of inviting him again.
In the aristocratic family's poetry gathering, the Ninth Prince was the first person to receive an invitation but not participate.
Why did you appear here this time?
Is this poetry reading really different?
Everyone's eyes sparkled, especially the noble ladies, whose eyes were filled with lust. They couldn't wait to go out and take a look at the Ninth Prince, even if it was just for a single glance.
But when he came out, everyone was stunned. The Ninth Prince was actually standing next to the carriage, helping a woman get off?
Who was the woman who was helped out of the carriage by the Ninth Prince?
That outfit, that temperament...
"Feng Qingchen?"
"How could it be her?"
Someone shouted, and everyone forgot to salute the Ninth Uncle.
"She is dressed so beautifully..." The rest of the words were not spoken because the word "beautiful" was not enough to describe Feng Qingchen's posture at this moment.
Feng Qingchen's beauty lies not in her appearance but in her temperament, which allows her to stand out even when standing next to the Ninth Prince.
Feng Qingchen was not like the women nowadays who wore complicated clothes. Feng Qingchen wore a purple dress with a red gauze skirt on the outside.
The skirt is wide but does not drag on the ground. There is no decoration on the body, only a very wide black belt tied around the waist, which makes the slender waist appear, simple and elegant.
The sleeves are wide, and when they move, they are like water waves, layer upon layer, looking extremely chic.
Feng Qingchen's long hair was neither tied up nor let down, but tied up with a black hairband. She did not have bangs on her forehead, and her full and smooth forehead was exposed. A strand of black hair hung down to her left chest. When the wind blew, her hair fluttered, and her elegance and grace made people unable to help but reach out to tie up the strand of hair for her.
He was unrestrained and romantic, with the demeanor of a celebrity. It had been a long time since the Dongling family had seen such a demeanor.
Obviously, Feng Qingchen's outfit was tailor-made for this poetry meeting. No matter what occasion she attended, she, Feng Qingchen, would never be rude.
The Ninth Prince nodded in satisfaction, as if he hadn't noticed. He glanced at everyone and, as always, looked arrogant and indifferent.
Before getting in the car, he whispered in Feng Qingchen's ear: "Don't embarrass me."
Feng Qingchen was a little embarrassed at first, but when he heard this, he nodded and put away the emotion in his eyes, looking generous.
"Qingchen understands."
She would not embarrass the Ninth Uncle.
"Walk……"
After watching the Ninth Prince leave, Feng Qingchen looked at everyone. The most dazzling person in the crowd was Wang Jinling. He smiled faintly, which was considered a greeting.
When he looked at the crowd again, the light in his eyes was so dazzling that it was blinding.
"Is this Feng Qingchen?" a woman exclaimed, even more shocked than when she heard that the Ninth Prince was coming.
Feng Qingchen, how can you be so beautiful?
How could the character of a girl from an aristocratic family be displayed in her?
"Qingchen is late, please forgive me." Feng Qingchen saluted in a cool manner, ignoring the shock of the crowd, and walked towards the Baicao Garden. The young masters made way for him one after another.
"Feng Qingchen, why are you with the Ninth Uncle?" Xie San was the first to come to his senses. He pointed at the prince's guard of honor that was getting farther and farther away. He was so shocked.
The road ahead was blocked by the ladies. Feng Qingchen stopped for a moment and said nonchalantly, "The carriage broke down, and I met the Ninth Prince, who gave me a ride."
"The carriage broke down, and you met the Ninth Prince who sent you there?" Xie San staggered and nearly fell.
When did the Ninth Prince become so enthusiastic? Didn’t he even bother to lend a hand when someone died in front of him?
"What? No?" Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, losing a bit of their sharpness and gaining a bit of arrogance.
"Yes, yes, of course." Xie San nodded repeatedly.
"What means did you use to make the Ninth Prince give it to you?" Sima Yan stood up and looked at Feng Qingchen with gritted teeth.
If she had known earlier, she would have been kind enough to bring this person here and would not have let her be in the limelight at this moment.
"Methods? Do I need them?" Feng Qingchen laughed, and seeing Madam Xie standing in front of the crowd, he stepped forward with a smile: "Madam Xie, I'm sorry, Qingchen is late."
Feng Qingchen's eyes moved with a hint of coldness.
Today, the Ninth Prince Uncle sent her away, and she represented the Ninth Prince Uncle. She must not lose the demeanor of a general's daughter, and she must not lose the dignity of the Ninth Prince Uncle.
This Peach Blossom Banquet and poetry gathering were the most boring. She wanted to make these people understand once and for all that they should not easily provoke Feng Qingchen.
"It's okay, but Miss Feng is late, so she has to be punished." Mrs. Xie looked at Sima Yan with a smile and wanted to say something else, then said to Feng Qingchen with a hint of kindness in her eyes.
"Qingchen obeys your command." Feng Qingchen said obediently.
The young masters of various mansions also started shouting, "Yes, yes, yes, we need to punish them. What should we punish them with? Yes, we will punish them by drinking three cups for being late. Today is also a poetry gathering, so we need to punish Miss Feng by writing one more poem."
"I think the penalty drink is okay, but I'm afraid this poem is not okay. Everyone in Dongling knows that Miss Feng is illiterate, so how can she write a poem? One poem is okay, so I can prepare early, but these two poems are too difficult for me." A girl in a water-blue palace dress smiled coquettishly (5), seemingly helping Feng Qingchen out of trouble, but actually stepping on her.
"Miss Wen is right. Asking Feng Qingchen to write a poem, haha... I don't know if it can be seen by others. You are really mean."
Jealousy. After the women came to their senses, they looked at Feng Qingchen with eyes full of jealousy.
Why, even though Feng Qingchen's carriage broke down, he still needed the Ninth Prince to escort him personally?
How could Feng Qingchen, wearing only a single piece of clothing and without any jewelry, outshine their carefully dressed up counterparts?
If he couldn't defeat Feng Qingchen in terms of luck and appearance, then he could defeat her in terms of talent and knowledge, and let Feng Qingchen understand that this poetry gathering was not something that someone like her could attend.
Feng Qingchen chuckled, and said half in reproach and half in understanding: "If you talk about people behind their backs, you are a mean person; if you talk about people to their faces, you are a noble lady. Qingchen has seen the noble lady of Dongling today. She is more beautiful than a flower, and her words are sharper than a knife."
Feng Qingchen is not afraid of offending people at all.
The aristocratic families pride themselves on being noble and elegant, and although they are powerful, they are different from the royal family and the dukes and marquises, so it is not easy for them to harm her.
"Feng Qingchen, how dare you insult us." Sima Yan ignored Madam Xie's gaze and stood up, with an accusatory look on her face...