Chapter 25 Ziheng, do you think Xingluo is beautiful?
Xie Guanlan paused and said, "Grandmother wants to find a husband for Miss Wen?"
"Your sister will be fifteen after the Chinese New Year, so it's not too early to get married at this age. I thought we could look around first and then slowly pick a good one. Do you have anyone suitable around you?"
Xie Guanlan glanced at Wen Xingluo.
The light of snow shone through the cicada window. The girl sat there, her whole body covered with a layer of hazy white pearl light.
She was wearing a lotus purple jacket and skirt today. The solemn color made her look particularly quiet and graceful. The golden Ruyi buttons on the front of her lapel were fastened tightly to the top. The silver butterfly hairpin was still pinned on the side of her bun. A small braid tied with a red string hung down on one side, adding a bit of cuteness and playfulness to her hair.
She was just practicing calligraphy.
The small calligraphy with flowers on the spread-out rice paper is elegant and graceful, just like a rugged plum branch. Just like her, beneath her well-behaved exterior lies a bit of coldness and stubbornness.
Judging from his appearance alone, Wen Xingluo is actually quite easy to marry.
but……
Xie Guanlan smiled. "Grandmother, the people I'm friends with are all from aristocratic families. Even if they're willing, I'm afraid their mothers wouldn't agree to marry Miss Wen. After all, Miss Wen isn't a biological daughter of the royal family. In my opinion, if Grandmother really wants to find a husband for Miss Wen, she might as well look for one from a humble family. Although their backgrounds are a bit inferior, they're still a good match for Miss Wen."
As soon as she finished speaking, the old concubine scolded her harshly: "Although Xingluo is not the biological daughter of the royal family, I now treat her as my own granddaughter! What's the matter, Ziheng thinks she is not worthy of your friends?! Since when did Ziheng also have prejudices against family background?!"
Xie Guanlan didn't expect the old man to react so strongly.
The old concubine was very angry with him and asked again: "Do you think Xingluo is not worthy of them?!"
Xie Guanlan didn't want to make his grandmother angry.
He lowered his thin eyelids and said insincerely: "... worthy of it."
The old concubine asked him again: "Do you think Xingluo is beautiful?!"
Xie Guanlan: "...beautiful."
The old concubine: "What's beautiful about it?!"
Xie Guanlan: "Everywhere is beautiful."
The old concubine was so angry that she knocked on the dragon head cane: "Perfunctory!"
Wen Xingluo stood up at a loss, not knowing how to calm the old woman's anger: "Grandma..."
The old concubine waved her hand: "Don't say anything, I'm just asking him!"
Xie Guanlan could only look at Wen Xingluo again: "The skirt is very beautiful."
"Skirt?!" The old man became even more angry.
"She's fair-skinned, and the lotus purple color complements her complexion very well." Xie Guanlan racked his brains. "Her eyebrows and eyes are beautiful, her nose is beautiful, and her lips are also beautiful..."
His eyes fell on the girl's lips.
Her lips are as red as cherries, and her lips are full and gorgeous, like a delicate and eye-catching cherry.
Because her cheeks still have some baby fat, she looks charming and tender, reminding people of an unripe cherry at the turn of spring and summer, which is filled with sweet and sour juice between lips and teeth when you bite it.
Wen Xingluo's eyes suddenly met his.
Xie Guanlan calmly withdrew his gaze.
The old concubine was very satisfied with Xie Guanlan's answer and kept muttering, "The girls of our palace must marry into a good family! Although I don't care about family background, it would be better if you could pick someone from a wealthy family. At least your sister won't be treated badly in terms of food and clothing. Character, appearance, and talent are all indispensable. Those who are ugly must not be brought to your sister. Otherwise, she will have to eat two bowls less every day just by looking at them, and she will be startled when she wakes up at night by their ugliness."
Wen Xingluo couldn't help laughing, and his eyes looking at the old concubine became more gentle and dependent.
Her biological father and brother only wanted to marry her to a fool so that she would serve him for the rest of her life.
But in the eyes of the Queen Mother, she deserves the best man in the world.
The closeness and distance between relatives can be seen from this.
After the drama in the house, Xie Shian walked in yawning, "Grandma, your grandson is here to pay his respects to you! I want to eat the date paste cake in your yard—Hey, big brother, Xingluo, you two came really early!"
Wen Xingluo held up a plate of pastries and placed it in front of him. "Here, this is jujube paste cake. Grandmother asked the kitchen to prepare it for you early this morning."
"Hehe!" Xie Shian threw a piece of cake into his mouth and caught a glimpse of the calligraphy spread out on her desk. "Are you practicing calligraphy here with grandma?"
"Hmm!" Wen Xingluo arched his brows. "In two months, there will be the Spring Garden Festival. The teacher said he wants to select a few pieces of calligraphy from the school and hang them in the Xihe Gallery for display. Fourth brother, I want to be chosen by the teacher!"
Every April, the government would hold a spring outing in Fangyuan to celebrate the revival of all things.
On the day of the event, there were not only actors performing various kinds of operas all night long, but also vendors flocking from all over the place to sell strange and exotic things.
Not only that, the garden party also has martial arts competitions. Regardless of their wealth or background, teenagers gallop on horseback in the martial arts field, competing in the use of swords, spears, sticks, military tactics and strategies. If they can show outstanding talent, they will even be selected on the spot by some powerful generals and trained as the next generation of generals.
In his previous life, Wen Rulei stood out in a martial arts competition.
He was spotted by a highly respected old general, who wanted him to serve under him for training, promising that he would achieve great success and be awarded a military rank within two years. Unfortunately, he felt that joining the army was too hard and that military officials were not as glorious as civil officials, so he refused to do so.
Later, it was she who advised her father that Wen Rulei had no hope of passing the imperial examination, but since he had met a noble man, joining the army would be a bright future for him. This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity must be seized at all costs, even if it meant kidnapping her third brother.
But she didn't expect that Wen Rulei would hate her from then on...
Xie Shian had a good-looking expression on his face and asked honestly, "Sister, what is Xihe Corridor? I go to Fang Garden every year to play, how come I didn't know there was such a corridor in the garden?"
Wen Xingluo lowered his eyelashes and tried his best to put Wen Rulei's matter behind him.
She said seriously, "Xihe Gallery is a place dedicated to exhibiting calligraphy and paintings. Only those with exceptional calligraphy will have the opportunity to exhibit them on the day of the garden tour."
In the previous life, the calligraphy of Wen Rufeng and Wen Yueyin were both displayed in the Xihe Gallery.
She stood alone in the corridor, looking up at the calligraphy and paintings hung high up in their eyes, feeling extremely envious.
She once wanted to practice calligraphy, but she didn't even have a desk, let alone pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
She tried to practice calligraphy on the steps by dipping a stick in water.
After Wen Ruyun saw this, she scolded her for being hypocritical and imitating others.
In her previous life, she had never mastered her handwriting.
Wen Xingluo was feeling depressed, so Xie Shian rubbed her head and said with a smile, "Then you must work hard! When your calligraphy is hung in the Xihe Gallery, I'll call all my friends to come and support you!"
The boy is unruly and cheerful, like a loyal and enthusiastic puppy.
"Yeah!" Wen Xingluo's round almond eyes sparkled and he nodded vigorously.
Just as the brother and sister were being friendly and respectful, the old concubine suddenly said, "By the way, I remember Ziheng's handwriting was very good. Ziheng, since you don't have any official duties these days, why don't you take an hour every day to teach your sister how to write. Nanny Chen, have someone set aside the west wing and turn it into a study."
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