148 Beware of Becoming the Next Eunuch

There is a kind of person who cannot be happy herself and cannot bear to see others be happy.

As they stepped into the Baicao Garden, everyone's attention shifted from Feng Qingchen to Wang Jinling. They surrounded Wang Jinling, but when Miss Wen looked up, she saw Feng Qingchen whispering with Wang Qi, and the smile on her face froze.

According to the process of the poetry gathering, everyone should go to Huiwen Pavilion to taste wine and discuss poetry, enjoy themselves, and select today's champion. But just as everyone was about to step into Huiwen Pavilion, Miss Wen said unkindly: "Feng Qingchen is late today. According to the rules of the poetry gathering, he will be punished. Didn't everyone just say that he will be punished by drinking and writing poems?"

Because of her words, everyone stopped again. A few people who were interested in doing good started to shout, "Yes, yes, yes, she should be punished. She has been late for poetry competitions so many times, but no one has ever been late. Punish her with a poem. Punish her with a poem. Punish her with an impromptu poem."

Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, Miss Wen raised her lips slightly and said to Wang Jinling: "Master, everyone said to punish us, what do you think..."

"She deserves to be punished for being late, otherwise she will never learn her lesson." Wang Jinling said with a smile. The intimacy and doting in his tone could not be ignored by everyone. The few people who had just caused trouble felt a little uneasy and quietly retreated.

They dare not offend the eldest son.

Miss Wen bit her lip and suppressed the bitterness in her heart. "Since the eldest master has spoken, Miss Feng, you can't refuse anymore."

How could they be willing to accept that Feng Qingchen didn't make a fool of himself today?

"Miss Feng..." Someone called out again, but still no one responded.

"Where is he? Where is Feng Qingchen? I hope he didn't get scared away."

After saying that, he burst into laughter...

You and I were talking at the same time, as if watching Feng Qingchen make a fool of himself was a very fun thing to do.

Feng Qingchen and Wang Qi had been behind the crowd and had not noticed what was happening in front of them at all. They were talking about rebuilding the cabin.

The last time the cabin was built, it was basically Wang Qi who took care of everything. In order to avoid taking a detour, Feng Qingchen asked in advance, until the people around him noticed and pushed the two of them out.

"Here, here, Feng Qingchen is here."

Everyone was very practical and made way for Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wang Qi: If someone is causing trouble for me, don’t blame me for being excessive.

Wang Qi looked at him and said, "Feng Qingchen, you are such a troublemaker. If you ruin my brother's poetry gathering today, I will go and smash your wooden house."

Feng Qingchen smiled without saying a word and walked to the center of the crowd. As she walked, the hem of her skirt fluttered up and the hair hanging in front of her chest also swayed, making people unable to help but reach out and want to grab the flying hair.

With black hair and red clothes, he is so charming and unrestrained that it is amazing.

Several young masters, looking at Feng Qingchen like this, just stood there in a daze, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

The people around him, seeing this situation, immediately pulled him back and quietly warned him: "You don't want to live anymore, you forgot about the things at the city gate, do you want to be the second Master Yan?"

Master Yan, the son of the former prefect of the imperial city, flirted with Feng Qingchen, but was kicked by Feng Qingchen and turned into a eunuch.

"Feng Qingchen, you are late today." Miss Wen stood on the steps, looking down at Feng Qingchen, as if she were an emperor high above.

"Then what?" Feng Qingchen asked disapprovingly, and the smile on his face made Miss Wen feel a little uncomfortable.

It doesn't matter if you stand high enough, you will have enough momentum.

For example, the Ninth Uncle.

Even if you are standing on the roof, facing the Ninth Uncle, you still feel as humble as the dust under your feet.

"Then, of course, I will be punished." Miss Wen said hesitantly, feeling as if she was being led by the nose by Feng Qingchen.

"Punishment? What punishment?" Feng Qingchen responded readily.

She just wanted to solve these troubles quickly, and then find a place to chat with Mrs. Xie. She must have something important to ask her today.

Of course, the main reason is that the protagonist of today's poetry reading is Wang Jinling, and she doesn't want to steal Wang Jinling's limelight.

"Poetry, recitation of poems, and drinking as punishment. Poetry without wine is not beautiful." The young masters started to make a fuss, clapping their hands and making a noise.

Poetry gathering, poetry gathering.

It’s true...I can’t enjoy life without poetry.

Feng Qingchen looked at the extravagant young master of aristocratic family. For some reason, she thought of the time when she broke her head and nearly died because she had no money to treat it.

Then I think of the modern officials who spend thousands or tens of thousands for a meal, and the children in the mountains who only wear a single piece of clothing in the middle of winter and shiver in the cold.

Feng Qingchen never thought that she was kind, but at this moment, her eyes felt a little sore. Looking up at the blue sky, Feng Qingchen told herself not to think too much. What did that have to do with her...

But in the eyes of everyone, her action meant that she was unable to write poetry and was escaping.

Of course Miss Wen would not let Feng Qingchen go, and said proudly: "Why? Miss Feng can't write it? Come to think of it, the poem for the entrance to Baicao Garden can be prepared by someone in advance, but it can't be done now."

The poem for admission to the garden must be prepared in advance, or someone else must be asked to do it. This is an unwritten rule among the family. After all, everyone knows the poem for admission to the garden, but they would not say it so directly.

Everyone looked at Miss Wen and shut up, fearing that they would be involved in this matter.

Wang Jinling smiled and shook his head, but said nothing.

Wang Qi asked him in a low voice why he didn't help.

Wang Jinling said confidently: Feng Qingchen doesn't need it, what I need to do is to publicize her talent and fame today to add icing on the cake for her.

Feng Qingchen really didn't want to get involved with these young ladies from aristocratic families who were ignorant of the sufferings of the world, but her social circle and career destined her to deal with these people.

It’s not that she is snobbish, but only from these people can she make a big profit.

Although the height of the geographical location cannot determine a person's momentum, Miss Wen is obviously more powerful because she is standing high. Feng Qingchen did not want to do as she wished, so he stepped onto the steps and walked towards Miss Wen.

"What are you going to do?" Miss Wen was frightened by Feng Qingchen's aggressive momentum, and quickly calmed herself down and said.

"Writing a poem? Isn't Miss Wen going to punish me?" Feng Qingchen walked in front of Miss Wen, stopped for a step, and continued walking up.

"Thank you, Madam. Miss Wen insisted on punishing Qingchen to write a poem, and Qingchen dared not disobey." If she didn't write, the poem about peonies would become one she had asked someone to write for her.

She could ignore these, but...

That poem was written by Wang Jinling himself. When that happens, it will not only ruin Feng Qingchen's reputation, but also the reputation of Wang Jinling, the eldest son...

Reputation is not important to Feng Qingchen, but to Wang Jinling, it is the foundation of his foothold in the aristocratic family.

She couldn't ruin Wang Jinling's reputation...