The noble girls sat in the seat to taste tea. Miss Zhen San, who was sitting in the main seat, glanced at Xia Ting with a faint eyebrow, paused for a moment, and then said with a strong smile: "Since it's a tea tasting, it's an elegant thing. How about we have a flying flower order with tea as the main theme to cheer up?"

When nobles gather, there will be wine orders and flying flowers orders. After all, not everyone can drink alcohol. When tasting tea, you can also recite poems to entertain and improve the elegance of the gathering.

Miss Zhen San’s proposal at this time was not abrupt.

Even so, Ding Yurong still looked at her calmly, and her heart was full of twists and turns.

Of course, Miss Zhen San didn't rashly propose to fly the flower order. She also heard that the Xia family Liuniang was delicate and weak, and she was sick for a long time. She didn't hear many books she had read.

What Feihualing tests a person's ability to reserve poetry and books. Miss Zhen San felt that if she wanted to embarrass Xia Ting and wanted her to not be able to get out of Taiwan, she would start with poetry.

Of course, this is just the beginning.

As soon as he thought that the other party took over the title of Mr. Sun’s fiancée, Miss Zhen San couldn’t help but feel angry.

Mr. Sun is elegant and noble, how can he be matched with a sick girl like Xia Ting?

Where did she match?

Even if she is from the Yingwu Hou Mansion, so what?

Yingwu Hou is her uncle, what does it have to do with her?

Her father was just a businessman, and even if he was a royal merchant, he might not be very decent.

The Yongshun Bo Mansion has a noble family, and the Sun is noble and elegant, and Xia Ting is not worthy at all!

Miss Zhen San felt that she could not help with this marriage, but she could not help Xia Ting.

She is not a fool like He Qiuyan, she puts herself on the surface and sets herself on the fire.

Miss Zhen San felt that she was more cunning and had more clever methods. She could use today's amusement to hit Xia Ting hard, so that the other party could understand clearly. With her identity, she was not worthy of entering the gathering of noble girls!

Miss Zhen San's eyebrows and eyes flashed slightly, her mind moved secretly, and her face still maintained a decent smile.

The initiators all suggested that the others naturally wanted to give face. Several noble ladies who had already been friends with Miss Zhen San were the first to react and respond.

"This idea is really good."

"There is tea, poetry, and fun, it's worthwhile to come today."

...

Others also whispered in a variety of ways.

Xia Ting lowered his eyes slightly, and did not drink tea. His expression was gentle, his eyebrows were calm, and he could not tell that he was angry or timid.

Miss Zhen San glanced at Xia Ting quietly, feeling that Xia Ting was just holding on now. When it was really her turn, she would be embarrassed to be unable to read the poem.

Who can’t even have a few lines of poetry now that noble girl sitting here?

Of course, even if she was a little embarrassed, Miss Zhen San didn't care. One of hers wanted to make herself stand in the Zizhou Guimei Women's Circle, the other was to make two or three friends, and set up a small circle led by herself.

As long as these two things go smoothly, Miss Zhen San doesn't care whether anyone else has become a paving stone.

Some noble girl spoke up for her, but other people naturally didn't want to object.

After all, the organizers have spoken out. If they object, wouldn't they be slapping each other in the face?

At this time, some noble girls who didn't study much could not help but feel timid. They were angry and resentful to Miss Zhen San, but due to their identity, they could neither say nor show it.

"Since everyone agrees, let's start with me." Miss Zhen San's eyes turned around the scene, but she didn't see Xia Ting's panic or guilty expression. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but she didn't show it on her face. She still smiled with a smile on the corner of her lips and spoke softly.

Miss Zhen San glanced at the layout in the scene with a faint eyebrows and before speaking again, she looked at Ding Yurong: "Miss Ding, since she is an order, it has a beginning and a beginning. I heard that the children of the Ding family grew up in the pile of books and poems. I think the little flying flower order is not a difficult task for all the sisters of the Ding family. Why don't we start the turn from the girl of the He family?"

Miss Zhen San intentionally ranked Xia Ting behind because she was in the front and read the familiar poems first. When it was the turn of the latter, the pressure would be increased.

Once you don’t have enough reserves, you will be embarrassed and stuck.

Now the position in the field is turned from He Qiuyan, and it happens to be a circle with the Ding sisters.

Although Miss Zhen San has ulterior motives, she speaks nicely and makes people unable to refuse.

Although Ding Yurong was worried about Xia Ting, if she refused at this time, she would not say what else could Miss Zhen San wait there for her in the future.

And if they refuse, it will make them feel guilty and afraid that they will be able to read poetry if they are at the back.

After turning his heart twice, Ding Yurong glanced at Xia Ting from the corner of her eyes and found that her little cousin was sitting there calmly, with a slight smile on her eyebrows.

Seeing Xia Ting like this, Ding Yurong's heart just raised was a little calmer. She looked at Miss Zhen San with a polite and distant look, and had an inexplicable deep meaning: "Miss Zhen San said this. If I don't agree, wouldn't I lose the demeanor of my Ding family in front of everyone, and follow what Miss Zhen San said, and start with the He family girl."

Ding Yurong stabbed her soft knife back quietly, causing the expression of Miss Zhen San to change a little, but soon she regained her soft smile and said again: "Since it is an order, there must be a reward or punishment. I have won a new pair of glass tea cups here, and I will reward the winner of the Feihua Order for a while, as for those who did not win..."

When Miss Zhen San said this, she glanced at Xia Ting quietly, and continued with her smile: "Let's throw the pot later and let her throw her eyes blindfolded for a round?"

"Yes, this punishment is interesting."

"I think so, it must be wonderful with my eyes blindfolded."

...

As soon as Miss Zhen San finished speaking, a noble girl who was included in the circle immediately responded.

After the rules were settled, Miss Zhen San thought for a moment and said, "You may recite a poem or drink a cup of tea."

After Miss Zhen San, she passed by He Qiuyan’s round of wheels.

In fact, starting from the suggestion of Miss Zhen San, the most nervous one in the audience was He Qiuyan. She used to live with her grandmother in the countryside, and her grandmother only cared about the studies of the men at home. She really wanted to stare at her every day, for fear of losing a little.

However, for the women in the family, my grandmother always said: A woman without talent is virtue. It is useless to learn so much from a girl. Instead of learning those who are sour poems, it is better to learn more about scheming methods. In the future, when you go to your husband's house, you can be the mistress of the family and suppress the slaves in the mansion.
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