147 Talent, fame, and fame are just passing clouds
"My Lord, you think too highly of Qingchen."
Seeing Wang Jinling's serious and determined look, Feng Qingchen suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
Do these people think so highly of her?
The Ninth Prince and Wang Jinling made exceptions for her. Was today really a good day? People who didn't know the truth thought that this poetry meeting was held for her, Feng Qingchen.
Wang Jinling smiled faintly and said nothing, but his hand holding the pen was unusually firm.
There wasn't much he could do for Feng Qingchen, so he wouldn't give up even if there was a slight possibility.
The two looked at each other in silence, but others couldn't wait any longer.
"Miss Feng, the eldest young master writes for you. This honor is unique in the world. What are you waiting for? Could it be that Miss Feng thinks the eldest young master is not worthy of writing for you?" Miss Wen raised her head high and looked at people with her chin up.
She was not afraid of Feng Qingchen. She had nothing shameful to show and no old illness.
Feng Qingchen's face immediately darkened, and he opened his slightly narrowed eyes, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
"Miss Wen's words are really incomprehensible. Isn't it said that this honor is unique? How can I not deserve it?"
She is a protective person.
She could tolerate it for a while when someone talked about her, but she would not allow it when someone talked about the people around her.
"In that case, what are you waiting for, Miss Feng? Look, it's not just the eldest master who is waiting for you. So many of us are standing here waiting for Miss Feng. Don't you think, Miss Feng, that it's too much of an effort for so many of us to wait for you?" Miss Wen was completely unforgiving and once again provoked everyone's anger towards Feng Qingchen.
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the expressions of several ladies turned unfriendly.
They were standing outside the garden not to wait for Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen did not have such a big face, but it would be too embarrassing to leave at this time.
For a moment, they were in a dilemma and started blaming Feng Qingchen.
"Miss Wen, you are just trying to find a pretext to accuse me. The ladies and gentlemen here have nothing to do with Qingchen. This is just a coincidence. Miss Wen, remember that you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything you want. Be careful what you say." Miss Feng warned.
"Miss Feng, don't worry. This is a poetry gathering in Baicao Garden, not a street corner. You don't have to worry about us spreading anything. Miss Feng, you should compose a poem early so that we can see your talent. Not everyone can pass off fake things as real." Miss Wen looked at her with contempt.
She didn't believe that Feng Qingchen could write a poem at all. Even if she asked someone to write one in advance, she could force him to reveal his true form.
The young master of the Wang family is not someone Feng Qingchen can marry. Don't think that you have married into the Wang family just because you cured the young master's eye disease.
The Wang family, the head of the aristocratic families, would never accept a woman like Feng Qingchen.
Letting Feng Qingchen appear at this poetry gathering would be the failure of this gathering.
"That's right, that's right. If you can't write poetry, you'd better leave as soon as possible. Don't think that you are special just because the Ninth Prince sent you here. Even if the Ninth Prince came, if you can't write a poem about flowers and plants, you can't enter this Hundred Herb Garden."
"Feng Qingchen, if you don't have this talent, then leave as soon as possible. This is a poetry gathering, not the princess's peach blossom banquet where anyone can enter."
Once what happened at the Peach Blossom Banquet became known, it became a topic of conversation among the daughters of wealthy families, who used it to look down on the new nobles in the court.
In particular, the scandal of Princess Wu'an's promiscuity and miscarriage made the women from aristocratic families look down on the daughters of officials, thinking that they were all just good looks but in fact vulgar and ignorant of etiquette.
Although the whistleblower was Feng Qingchen, Feng Qingchen was also that type of person. Moreover, Feng Qingchen was in the limelight today, so how could people like him?
The women's criticism became more and more intense, and Wang Qi shook his head.
This Feng Qingchen is indeed capable. She can easily arouse public anger and even make the ladies from noble families lose their demeanor in front of her.
Quietly looking at Feng Qingchen, asking if he needed help. Even though it would be embarrassing, it was better than being kicked out of the poetry gathering...
Feng Qingchen shook his head slightly, pretending that everything was okay.
Among those present, the only one who believed that she could compose a poem about flowers was probably Wang Jinling.
She really didn't understand why Wang Jinling trusted her so much.
In this case, Feng Qingchen couldn't let Wang Jinling down. If she couldn't write a poem about flowers, she would just recite one. She couldn't let Wang Jinling down after all...
"My Lord, listen carefully."
Feng Qingchen spoke in a loud voice, which did not stand out in the noise, but strangely made the girls fall silent. They pricked up their ears, waiting to see Feng Qingchen make a fool of himself.
Feng Qingchen closed his eyes, walked a few steps on the spot, and then slowly spoke: "The peony in front of the courtyard is enchanting and has no style, and the lotus in the pond is pure and has little emotion. Only the peony is the true national beauty, and the capital city is moved when the flowers bloom."
Wang Jinling was stunned at first, but after he came to his senses, he immediately waved the pen in his hand and wrote down every word.
When Feng Qingchen finished speaking the last word, Wang Jinling also put down his pen.
"Pah." Wang Jinling threw away the pen, picked up his own writing, and said three times in a row, "OK, OK, OK."
good!
It is indeed good. Even the eldest master says it is good, so how can it be bad?
The young masters looked at Feng Qingchen with a deeper look in their eyes, while the young ladies were pale and green.
Wang Jinling said good first, how could they say no?
But they refused to cooperate. They just kept silent and refused to agree.
This is the consequence of incurring public anger.
Xie San quickly stepped forward and said with a smile, "Young Master, are you praising your poem or your calligraphy?"
Xie San was really happy for Feng Qingchen. He didn't expect that this woman who had no manners and was leaning against the doorpost could speak so eloquently.
Facing the genuine admiring looks from Xie San, Wang Qi and the others, Feng Qingchen's ears turned slightly red.
She just recited a poem and felt a little guilty.
"Of course the poem is good, and the calligraphy is even better." Wang Qi stepped forward and showed the calligraphy on Wang Jinling's hand to everyone, and also shifted everyone's attention to Wang Jinling.
Perhaps it was because of the breath in his heart that Wang Jinling's calligraphy was completely beyond his normal level. The two lines of cursive script were like a dragon leaping on the paper.
"Nice handwriting." Although Feng Qingchen didn't understand, he could see that the words were full of spiritual energy, which made people unable to help but look at them again and again.
"Good handwriting, good handwriting. It is said that a word of the Yun family's young master is worth a thousand gold coins. I think the eldest son's handwriting is even better than that of the Yun family's young master." As the host of the poetry meeting, Madam Xie spoke decisively and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
The focus of the poetry reading is still on Wang Jinling, which is good.
If Feng Qingchen stole all the limelight today, this poetry reading would be a real failure, and as the organizer of the poetry reading, she would not look good either.
All the young masters present were smart and came forward to surround Wang Jinling, praising him. Seeing this, Feng Qingchen quietly retreated outside the crowd.
It's enough to just get enough limelight. Trying to steal the spotlight will always make people dislike you.
"Feng Qingchen, you look really good in this outfit today." Wang Qi also stepped back and pulled Feng Qingchen aside, whispering in a low voice.
"Am I ugly normally?" Feng Qingchen glared at Wang Qi unhappily.
Wang Qi quickly explained: "No, it's just that the way you dress today shows off all your strengths. You usually wear cotton clothes, which are ordinary and tight."
"I usually do this for convenience, but I can't be too embarrassed to come to the poetry gathering today." Feng Qingchen was too lazy to tell Wang Qi. The main reason was that before she left, she found that she had too few jewelry. The only set of jewelry she had worn was the one she had worn at the Peach Blossom Festival last time.
She still had some common sense about attending a banquet, which was that she couldn't wear the same clothes or the same jewelry. A daughter of a wealthy family would only wear her clothes once when she went out.
Although she doesn't care about these things, it is always not good to wear the same clothes and bring the same jewelry to such a party.
If someone finds out, they won’t say you’re frugal, they’ll just say you don’t know manners.
Wang Qi nodded and said, "Of course, you are very proud today. My brother and I were worried that you would be late and make Madam Xie unhappy. I didn't expect you to turn around and show up with the Ninth Prince.
Feng Qingchen, you are really capable. You can even let the Ninth Prince send you. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. I tell you, after what happened today gets out, eleven out of ten of those noble ladies will break their carriages when they go out."
"Why?"
"Stupid! Of course I was thinking about meeting the Ninth Prince and riding in the same car with him." Wang Qi looked like you are such an idiot.
Well?
"Is this possible? The Ninth Prince is not that easy to talk to, and this encounter is purely a coincidence, right?" Feng Qingchen didn't believe that the Ninth Prince was that kind.
Besides, this kind of thing is really hard to come by.
"Although the possibility is very low, it is not against the law to give it a try. You don't know how scary these daughters of wealthy families can be when they get crazy. Just wait and see, when my eldest brother comes back, the gifts my family will receive will surely fill up the backyard." Although he shook his head and sighed, Wang Qi looked very proud.
"This is a good thing." Looking at Wang Jinling who was surrounded by everyone, Feng Qingchen looked as if he was honored.
She knew that when Wang Jinling's eyes recovered, they would be as dazzling as the moon, and she was not wrong.
Thinking that it was she who cured Wang Jinling's eyes, Bei'er felt a sense of accomplishment.
"Stop looking at me. My elder brother is not yours any more. Let's go, let's go into the garden together. This Baicao Garden is built on the hillside and contains all the famous flowers in the world. It is worth a visit.
You are too much in the spotlight today, which is a taboo in poetry gatherings. If you have a powerful family behind you, it would be fine, but you are alone and will definitely be excluded. When you enter the garden later, don't get involved with those people. I will take you around. Although there are no peonies in this season, other flowers are also good. "
"Okay." Feng Qingchen accepted it happily.
"However, you don't have to worry too much. With my eldest brother writing for you, the poem you wrote today will surely be circulated. With the Wang family's promotion, your reputation as a talented woman will surely become known in the imperial city. Then we'll see who dares to talk about what you did before." Wang Qi motioned Feng Qingchen to follow him.
"Talented woman, I am not worthy of being called that." She felt really guilty.
“Who cares whether you are worthy of it or not? Your reputation for talent is better than your previous fame for fame,” Wang Qi said unhappily.
Feng Qingchen took his elder brother's kindness for granted.
"So what if you are talented? So what if you are famous? They are just passing clouds. Why do you care about them?" Feng Qingchen smiled disapprovingly and stepped into the Baicao Garden with Wang Qi.
The two were just about to find an opportunity to avoid the crowd, but they didn't expect...
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