Chapter 302 Watching a Show
[Just hearing his voice can captivate the girls. They are all ladies from famous families. This Mr. Jiang Chen is extraordinary. 】
Su Qianqian squinted her eyes and looked at the handsome young man. He was beautiful, but different from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, whose beauty was restrained and very penetrating, while Young Master Jiang Chen's beauty was extroverted and extremely aggressive.
[The people carefully cultivated by the Ye family are naturally extraordinary. They do not enter officialdom but can raise their arms and call for responses from all directions. Among the aristocratic families, only the Ye family and Ye Jiangchen's brothers all have their own strengths, and he only wins in appearance. 】
The system gave an introduction, which was a bit casual.
Just as she was watching with great joy, several figures suddenly appeared in front of her, completely blocking Su Qianqian's view.
Su Qianqian was very surprised. Qin Hanjin, Qin Hanyue and Qin Hanjue, the three young men stood up and looked at Young Master Jiang Chen. Could it be that Young Master Jiang Chen was Tuxingsun? Can't see while sitting down?
Young Master Jiang Chen presented the gift and returned to his seat. Every step he took was accompanied by countless admiring glances. When he passed by the women of the Qin family, he seemed to turn his head and glance at them inadvertently.
[Killing eyes!] The ultimate move to win the hearts of girls! Let me see who has been killed? 】
Su Qianqian turned her head to look: None of the girls in the Qin family looked at Young Master Jiang Chen.
[What's going on?] Immune to beauty? Indeed, all the men in the Qin family are outstanding in appearance, so they will naturally not be seduced by appearance. 】Su Qianqian gave an explanation.
What she didn't see was that when she turned back, Qin Yuzhuo's eyes were following behind Master Jiang Chen...
When they arrived at the Jinyang Marquis's Mansion to deliver the gift, Madam Tang came forward with her children, and Zhou Jinghuai handed an exquisite brocade box to Madam Du:
"Congratulations, aunt, on having a daughter. Jinghuai is willing to be a half-son and fulfill his filial duties together with Hanzhang."
[Look, look, look, if Zhou Jingnan had the courage, would he still be stuck at the stage of giving away the Qiqiao box? The ingredients for the dish should match the texture, so you’ll have to take drastic measures! 】
"Puff..." Qin Yuzhuo lowered his head and pretended to drink water, not looking at the people in Jinyang Marquis Mansion, and almost spit out a mouthful of water.
"Yuzhuo, calm down! This is Prince Zhou, not Young Master Zhou. You don't have to be nervous." Su Qianqian whispered kindly to comfort him.
Everyone had given their gifts and the banquet began. The advantages of the large banquet hall were apparent at this time. The screen behind where Madam Qin sat was pulled open, revealing a spacious stage. The troupe had already prepared. Su Qianqian took the play script and asked the noble Princess Zhaoyang to select an opera.
"These plays are boring... let's pick a play about a heroic woman who dies for her husband." Princess Zhaoning said, pointing to the play script.
"This is really good. You are really smart." Princess Zhaoyang smiled and handed the play script back to Su Qianqian. "Let's sing about a heroic woman who dies for her husband. I haven't listened to an opera for a long time. I am really looking forward to it."
The faces of the Qin family members turned cold, and Xin Jilan's sleeves were shaking as she pinched her handkerchief. Naturally, there were also many people who came to congratulate them who came to watch the fun. At this time, they couldn't help but laugh secretly. A subject is a subject. The princess is trying to trip you up and intimidate you, and you can't say anything even if you have any pain.
Just as Madam Du was about to speak, Su Qianqian smiled and said, "It turns out that Princess Zhaoning likes the drama of a heroic woman. This is not a good sign... The Crown Prince of Daliang must be stronger. I heard that the princes of Daliang are not as friendly and respectful to each other as we are in Daqi."
Su Qianqian glanced at the male guests. The Prince of Daliang had his hair tied up in a pigtail and still had that arrogant look on his face.
Zhao Ning's face changed. She was already living a miserable life as a princess married to a foreign country. Moreover, although the Queen of Daliang was favored, the Emperor of Daliang had more than one son. There were six or seven princes under the Crown Prince who had already reached adulthood. It was hard to guarantee that this competitive nation would not fight for that position.
What Su Qianqian said was the truth. She was afraid that when the prince was deposed, she would have no choice but to die with him.
"How dare you! Madam Wuning, you are overstepping your authority. I am the future Crown Princess of Daliang, how can I allow you to criticize me!"
Princess Zhaoning was so angry that her face turned pale and her voice became louder.
"Oh, your majesty is terrified! I am only reminding you with good intentions. Since the princess likes it, I will let the actors perform the play of a heroic woman dying for her husband!"
Su Qianqian pretended to be terrified. King Jing, who was not far away, frowned and said leisurely, "Today is a festive day. Why bother to sing those sad plays? It's better to sing a happy one. Madam Hou can choose it for you."
Princess Zhaoning no longer wanted to see any heroic women die for their husbands, so she remained silent, and Princess Zhaoyang had no choice but to nod.
"Since His Royal Highness Prince Jing has ordered me to do so, I will perform the Drunken Beating of the Golden Branch. I heard it is very interesting and lively."
Su Qianqian was flipping through the play script and unexpectedly saw a familiar name. It was indeed written by her mother. It was a serious plagiarism of Chinese traditional culture, but it was very appropriate!
People in the palace don't often watch plays, so the two princesses didn't react much when they heard the name. But when they saw the prince consort on the stage, who was so angry at the unruly princess, he raised his hand and slapped the bride in the face. The two princesses' faces turned black.
The happiest person at this moment was Du Hanyang, who actually slammed the table and cheered loudly: "Good fight, reward!", completely disregarding his image as one of the Four Young Masters of Xijing.
Dingyang Hou also supported his son and beckoned his followers: "Go, give the gold leaves you brought to the prince consort on the stage. A man should be brave. How can he succumb to the tyranny of the rich and be unfilial to his parents?"
When the emperor in the play not only did not punish the prince consort, but also reprimanded the princess, ordering her to restrain her temper and treat her parents-in-law and husband with respect, Dingyang Hou shouted again:
"Give me more. This emperor is just like your majesty. He is a wise ruler. Good scolding!"
The person sitting at the table: You know how to flatter!
The father and son of the Du family enjoyed watching this scene very much. Marquis Dingyang raised his glass frequently and chatted and laughed with the guests. However, Princess Zhaoyang could not put herself in the role of the play and just stood there with a sullen look on her face.
"I heard that the second wife of the Marquis of Wuning was indeed as her brother said, not observing the chastity of a wife and having an affair with the Crown Prince Zhou, so the Marquis had no choice but to adopt her daughter to cover up the shame, just to have a legitimate reason for the marriage.
After all, the Wuning Marquisate is the family of a military general. The Xin family had a clean and upright tradition, but they became unruly when they moved to the Marquisate. ”
Although a lady at the ladies' table spoke in a low voice, it was loud enough for people nearby to hear. Those who were curious pricked up their ears and started talking quietly.
"What does this have to do with a military family? We have military officers in our family, but no one would do such a thing that is immoral. They can't live without men, and they want to leave their son behind to marry again. It's a disgrace to women!"
"That's not the case. After all, the second wife is a widow at a young age and is quite pretty. A married woman is more charming than an unmarried girl... Ouch!"
The woman who was talking excitedly screamed, and everyone looked over and saw her face raised from the soup bowl in front of her, with green vegetable leaves hanging on her temples, and the rouge and powder on her face mixed with the soup dripping onto her lapels.
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