Aunt Qin was not convinced. Those people were too much. They were also the ones who were the ones in Xiang’s house, so how could they let them point fingers here?

"You say a few less words, I'll just take the meal as you say." Isn't it that I disdained to say bad things about her?

Aunt Qin refused: "Miss will be arrogant to me!"

Xiang Xinci was so shocked by her servants. If she had settled for Mingxiluo, she would have slapped her face long ago! This is not without it! The phoenix in trouble is not as good as a chicken. Just pretend that she didn't hear it. You guys even shouted at me.

"snort."

Xiang Xinci sighed, even the slave climbed on his head, but his back sat straight, and the smile on his face was just right. He was neither cynical nor old nor serious. He was just right to be dignified, generous, holy and elegant. He treated himself as a clothes rack without emotion. When discussing right and wrong, just look at what he lacked.

"Miss Xiang's seventh lady?"

"Um."

"Young Master Rong actually decided on her."

"No, Mr. Rong was blind and fell in love with her."

"What do you like about her? She didn't think about it? It was because she liked her family background. If she hadn't had a mother who would hook up with her master, how could she have the chance to marry Mr. Rong to be a success."

"Sister, don't be sad, you still have a chance."

The girl pushed away the other girl's hand and ran away.

Xiang Xinci looked at the sky and wanted to say, who is Rongdu?

"Miss Xiang's seventh lady?"

"Beautiful, I don't know if she has three points of ability..." The voice behind it was very low and I couldn't hear it clearly.

But those who can say this must have a good family background, at least they are of a higher grade than the two just now.

"The Rong family is not afraid of dirty hands. If you decide to go back alone, you don't know if it's Xiang Wu's child."

"No, the fox girl who lives a bitch."

Aunt Qin turned around angrily.

Xiang Xinci pressed her hand, and when she heard it, she had a grudge and deliberately told her.

"I heard that her mother was a famous prostitute that everyone could deceive back then, and there were probably many people..."

"Slightly, it's so inappropriate."

Wang Qi was so shocked that she could hardly hold the veil. She didn't expect to hear such a secret? She came first. She didn't hide, so she lowered her head to pick up a veil. Who knew that the two of them stopped and told such a shocking secret!

Wang Qi was so panicked that he felt that his appearance in the Mo family's Yaji was considered incompatible, but few people paid attention to it, but unexpectedly...

"Miss! Miss! So you are here, I'm scaring me to death."

The two of them froze when they heard this, and they left quickly, not daring to stay for a long time. Now they were porcelain tiles, and the other party was no longer worthy of her and her mother's reputation. The thing that almost hurt her mother was born to the abandoned woman.

Wang Qi was even more embarrassed. She thought that her father was not of high official status and the other party would not have to pity himself, but she had already seen it.

When Wang Qi came to his senses, somehow he had already sat next to Miss Xiang Qi and was very nervous: "You...you...re you still recognize me?" After saying that, her face turned red. She looked so beautiful. She looked better when she looked close. She was like a master who thought about it. She played the chess game in the world.

Xiang Xinci asked Aunt Qin to go down and remember her face, and smiled at the visitor: "Miss Wang."

Wang Qi was very surprised and nodded quickly, breathing a sigh of relief. He felt that the other party had a very good personality, just like that day, he also took good care of their emotions: "Sorry, I disturb you. I don't know anyone, so I came here..."

"I don't have it either, you've seen it, they are all very interesting people."

Wang Qi didn't know how to answer, he just laughed.

Seeing her nervous, Xiang Xinci naturally talked to her about clothes, makeup, and accessories, blowing the prosperous clothes to the horizon and boasting.

Wang Qi was stunned when he heard this. He had no doubt about it. Did Miss Xiang apply powder? Miss Xiang used saliva? Miss Xiang's eyebrows are so beautiful? They are also shallow?

After a while, the two of them surrounded by interested people.

"The theme of the Ya Collection just came out. Regarding the theme of Qiuhu, we have to think about it carefully later, because..." The man smiled and stopped talking.

The listener was so anxious, "Tell me quickly, don't keep it aside."

The people around Xiang Xinci unconsciously looked outside the pavilion.

The man smiled: "Because the Duke of the Kingdom said that today, while Prince Xiang and Prince Mo were there, let the princes choose the top three, which means that your articles will be sent to the front yard, so don't write them inconsistently, which makes people laugh."

"Ah?" Expectations and tension mixed with anxiety. I wondered whether to expect or complain about the troublesome wife of Duke Mo.

"Of course, their strategy will be sent here. We will select the top three, and Mrs. Mo will be rewarded for all selected works."

"But I can't understand the theory?"

"Who has seen the strategy theory?"

In the small yard, people who come and go often talk about this matter, and even overwhelmed the spirit of watching the strange children emerging from the Xiang family.

The person who was originally surrounded by Xiang Xinci, who listened to her clothes and talked about clothes, immediately said goodbye in a tactful way.

Only Wang Qi was left looking at Miss Xiang blankly, waiting for the follow-up.

"Miss Wang has studied it for a while?" The rare opportunity to spread the name, but it is only spread to the front yard, and it is easier to spread it. If you can get a little talent, you will naturally benefit from it. Xiang Xinci thinks that learning is higher than beauty, so he puts talent and learning under his feet for a while.

Wang Qi looked confused: "I'm not good at writing and writing."

Xiang Xinci immediately looked over and was so honest: "So I." He suddenly felt that the other party was a little bit kissing.

Wang Qi was embarrassed: "It's better for me to just play chess."

The grinding time passed quickly and the paper was sent out quickly.

As the person who was better at playing chess, he easily wrote a poem about Qiuhu from the paper, and had already put a pen to drink tea.

Xiang Xinci looked at her and felt that she should not take it too seriously if some people are humble, because not everyone is as honest as her.

Wang Qi looked at her strangely. Haven’t she finished writing yet? Just write it casually. Anyway, it’s impossible to beat the sisters who are very good at poetry.

You see what I did. Xiang Xinci looked at the blank paper that couldn't write the second sentence and leaned over decisively: "Look at how I write it below?" It's shameful to write on behalf of others.

Wang Qi waved his hand quickly.

Xiang Xinci coaxed her: "I'll just say one thing, it's so embarrassing."

It seems to make sense: "Then see, can you write this way..."

"Um."

“Isn’t it not good?”

“Very good.”

A poem is completed very quickly, one is not particular, and the other is not particular, and the other is not particular, so they can only praise others: "Xiang Sister's handwriting is really good."

"Really?" Xiang Xinci generously showed her handwriting. For the first time, someone praised her handwriting for being good.

Wang Qi looked at it again and thought: "I want to read it wrong."

The two of them laughed, and Xiang Xinci decided to give her a 20% discount in the future.

Aunt Qin was not worried about the one handed over. If the prince recognized the name of you, he would give the lady a bouquet of flowers. It would be inconvenient for the prince to leave, so he would ask the disciple to give him one.

In the front yard.

The poems are neatly arranged.

Xiang Zhuyuan, Mo Yunyi naturally would not be entrusted and would take on the matter of evaluating the girls. Instead, all the men present had a flower and put the flowers in front of their favorite poems later.

The few with the most petals are obtained and the top three are selected.

Xiang Zhuyuan quickly scanned all the previous poems and subconsciously looked for Xiang Xinci, and in the next few pictures, easily recognized her words and poems that could barely count them.

Xiang Zhuyuan felt a sense of laughter and crying. What was this written? The little apprentice he taught made him famous.

But even so, Xiang Zhuyuan subconsciously put the flower on Xiaoqi's poem draft, but he calmly stopped it. Her poem draft should be like her people, integrated into many poem drafts without being noticed.

Xiang Zhuyuan bypassed these pictures, walked a few steps forward, and placed the flowers on Xiang Xinsu's poem manuscript.

Mo Yunyi placed it directly on Mo Qingqing's poem, and his mind was not on it.

Rong Du did not hesitate and stood beside the manuscript of the poem that everyone had walked through. The poem was a mess, and a smile appeared on Rong Du's lips, but it was worthy of praise.

Rong Du put the flowers in his hand on it.

Xiang Zhuyuan and Mo Yunyi turned around in an instant, and they were still moving and regained their colors as usual. There was no chance of snooping to anyone.

The Ming Xiluo was at the back of his position and was also the last few people who reviewed the poem. He stopped in front of the poem that Rong Du had put on, but in his memory, he still read the entire poem. It has to be said that even if the other party started the work, the flower could not be given.

Ming Xiluo finally put it on with Prince Xiang's choice.

When Rong Du saw it, he quietly left the camp and walked towards the person who had not sent out the flowers. He didn't know what he said, and everyone placed the remaining flowers next to his flowers.

Rong Dufang felt that it was OK, so that there would be only one, and she felt uncomfortable.

Xiang Zhuyuan didn't say anything.

Mo Yunyi spoke to his subordinates as usual, as if he had not seen it.

Ming Xiluo looked up and glanced at Rong Du more. After all, there were few people who were so unavoidable, not to mention that they had a quarrel last time; there was still a poem in front of him.
Chapter completed!