Lin Feiyu's face was haggard and no longer as arrogant as before. Her eyes just glanced over Feng Wuyou and immediately turned away to arrange the banquet.

At this time, her biological mother was dead and expelled. Her mother's family was deserted. She was no longer the eldest lady of the Lin family who wanted to be in trouble and was not qualified to be in trouble and had no right to confront Feng Wuyou again.

In fact, she was not qualified at first, but she didn't know it herself and she always regarded herself very highly.

At this time, everyone was almost there, especially Feng Wuyou, the most noble person, arrived. If someone else came behind her, it would be rude to others and there was no need to care about it.

Therefore, Wen announced the banquet.

The banquet was set up on a small clearing in the forest, which looked nothing strange, but there was actually a lot of articles below.

The ground was hollowed out, and the nine-curved corridors were made of ground dragons. More than a dozen pillars of ebony old plum form stood around. The extended branches were made of silk paper into red plums, and then covered with layers of light gauze curtains. At this time, these light gauze curtains were slanted to both sides, revealing a beautifully shaped space, which not only blocked the cold wind in October, but also did not prevent them from enjoying the scenery.

The aroma of wine, fruit, dishes, and the fragrance of plum blossoms that come vaguely from outside are really a good place and a elegant gathering.

Seeing this arrangement, Feng Wuyou had a deeper impression of Wen. This Wen is indeed not an ordinary woman. No wonder he could teach a son like Lin Feixing, who is peaceful and endurable in quiet times and has a striking light in moving times.

Such an elegant and exquisite person is willing to be a concubine in the Lin family for more than 20 years. Could it be that he is really true love?

The happiest person now is probably Lin Changming. Lin Feixuan, who had a disagreement with him and went to serve the prince, had another Lin Feixing who was far better than Lin Feixuan.

Feng Wuyou thought about Wen's style and educational methods, and couldn't help but think: Could this Wen's name be really from the same era as her?

Wait, how can I try her?

As if he noticed Feng Wuyou looking at her, Wen looked up at Feng Wuyou, smiled gently, and then turned to greet other guests.

All of them are female relatives. Although they have ranks of status, they are not formal, so they are very free. They all sit with their friends.

In theory, Feng Wuyou and Mrs. Xiao are both from the Qin Palace, and they are mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. They should have sat together, but Mrs. Xiao's temperament would not have left any face for Feng Wuyou, so she sat down with Shangguan Youlan directly.

This made the ladies and ladies watch and discuss even more. Later, even the days when Shangguan Youlan entered the Qin Palace were speculated.

Feng Wuyou pulled Changsun Yunchu to sit with him. Changsun Yunchu looked at the opposite side and said worriedly, "Wuyou, don't you think of a solution?"

Since the hunting ground, Changsun Yunchu has naturally called Feng Wuyou Wuyou.

Feng Wuyou smiled and said, "It's going to rain, and my mother wants to get married. What can I do?"

Upon hearing this, Changsun Yunchu burst into laughter. Mrs. Xiao kept asking for good things to Shangguan Youlan. She obviously wanted Shangguan Youlan to be her wife, but Feng Wuyou said that Mrs. Xiao was going to get married. This mouth was really hurt.

In fact, Feng Wuyou really didn't mean this. She just casually said the same thing from her previous life, but it was nothing wrong with Changsun Yunchu's understanding of this, and it was indeed a bit funny, so she couldn't help but smile.

It was not interesting to eat just because of the drinks. After three rounds of wine, Wen suggested playing some games. An instant female family member shouted: "Why not, just write poems in the scenery!"

Poetry, lyrics, dance and music are all elegant things, and they are the most common things for women to play at parties, but when they are mentioned at this time, they are obviously a bit malicious.

No one knows here that Feng Wuyou is the most famous fool in the capital. He can't know any piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is proficient in poetry, lyrics, songs and essays.

Although she seems to be good now, no longer as confused as before, and even has some skills for no reason, this does not mean that she is no longer fooling around in other aspects.

You know, the more elegant the things are, it takes a lot of time to practice. In just a few months, I don’t believe that Feng Wuyou can do these things.

Wen frowned slightly, obviously not thinking that this was a good idea, but before she could say anything, many people echoed loudly.

"This is a good idea!"

"The beautiful flowers and beautiful scenery here are the ones that should be recorded in poetry."

"Mrs. Lin, please call someone to come quickly and get paper and pen. I can't help it."

Feng Wuyou has a high status, but she just doesn't have anything to convince these noble girls. Her achievements are on the battlefield and outside, which can make the Xiao family army and the people respect it. However, for these noble girls who only know how to be sad about the wind, flowers, snow, and moon, they only think that Feng Wuyou is vulgar and cannot be worthy of Xiao Jinglan at all, and they are not even comparable to them.

There are naturally other thoughts here. Xiao Jinglan just stood up on the hunting ground before, and many noble girls wanted to marry into the Qin Prince's Mansion. Now Xiao Jinglan is back again, not only has his legs been well, but his face is not even flawed. He is even more calm and peaceful than six years ago. How can he not let these noble girls go crazy?

Originally, with the emperor's will, they didn't dare to act rashly, but now Shangguan Youlan has started to attack, how can they bear it?

Since you can join Shangguan Youlan, you can naturally join two, three, or even ten, eight of them.

Therefore, the banquet actually became vaguely targeted Feng Wuyou.

"This... I wonder what the Princess Qin thought?" Wen finally decided to ask Feng Wuyou. This was not her original intention. She didn't expect it to be like this. As long as Feng Wuyou had a word of objection, she would immediately find a way to change it to another game.

Feng Wuyou raised his eyebrows slightly. This Wenshi was indeed not simple. He seemed to respect her, but he also transferred the contradiction to her?

If she objected, then the only person who had opinions from the noble girls would be her, but if she agreed, then she would make a fool of herself, no matter what she made of a fool of herself, and it was nothing to do with Mrs. Wen's business.

It seems that even if Wenshi really travels through time, she must have adapted very well here. Otherwise, how could she bring out so many meanings in just one sentence?

It's so tiring to deal with these women in the back home. One intestine can make a tide.

Although Feng Wuyou doesn't like this, isn't this a good opportunity to test Wen's family? If she wants to know if she is from the same era as her, is there any more convenient way to write poems from her era? If Wen's family really traveled through time like herself, then seeing her poems will definitely reveal her feet.

She said indifferently: "I have no objection, the minority should obey the majority."

Upon hearing this, a hint of relaxation suddenly appeared on Wen's face. This was the correct statement given by Feng Wuyou. No matter what happened later, it had nothing to do with her.

He reached out and waved the people who were serving him and asked them to prepare their pens and ink quickly.

Feng Wuyou looked at the noble girls with joy and whispered to her, saying to Changsun Yunchu: "Yunchu, aren't you tired of living in such a day?"

Xiao Jinglan never restrained her and asked her to try anything, no matter what, she was the only mistress in the mansion, so Feng Wuyou had never experienced this kind of back home life as a wealthy family before. After only experiencing it for a while, he was already very bored.

Changsun Yunchu pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "If you don't care about it, you will naturally not be tired."

The implication is that although I live here, I don’t care about them.

Feng Wuyou thought about it and then understood.

Changsun Yunchu, the daughter of Duke Zhenguo and the niece of Concubine Changsun Xian, was ranked among the top in the Western Qin Dynasty. Only these women would curry favor with her, but Changsun Yunchu could completely understand what she wanted and ignore what she didn't want to.

In addition, she is also transparent, so I think she only needs a little thought and roughly make it easier.

"You're going to be lazy."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

The old lady Xiao looked at Feng Wuyou's happy look and felt unhappy again, and said angrily: "I can't tell the difference between good and bad!"

Shangguan Youlan hurriedly asked the old lady what was wrong.

Mrs. Xiao snorted angrily: "If it weren't for Changsun Mao's bastard who deliberately delayed the march, the prince and Feng'er would not have died in battle! If he had arrived a moment ago, my Qin Palace would not have fallen to what he is now."

"This... Brother Jinglan respects Duke Zhenguo very much, so he should not." Shangguan Youlan whispered.

"Why not!" Mrs. Xiao said angrily: "After the battle of Sunset Valley, how many levels Changsun Mao has been promoted? He has been promoted from a small third-rank general to Duke Zhenguo. If he hadn't done anything in that battle, would the emperor would have rewarded him like this?"

As the implication is that Mrs. Xiao believes that General Changsun deliberately went to rescue later, and was the sinner of the Qin Palace. Feng Wuyou actually had a good relationship with Changsun Mao's daughter, which was simply unforgivable.

Amid everyone's whispers, all the pens and inks were brought and distributed to various tables.

"Since all the ladies and ladies are so happy, let's write poems with this plum as the title. We will use the incense stick as the limit. After we finish it, we will evaluate it and give the best ones. I will definitely not be stingy."

Since there is poetry, it means competition, and the boss must have to take out some things as rewards.

Mrs. Wen ordered someone to take a beaded hairpin. This was originally an ordinary object, but it was made very exquisitely. Especially the seven plum blossoms on the hairpin head, even the plum blossoms were paved with small gems, which was very consistent with the theme of today's banquet.

As soon as the things were taken out, the ladies and ladies below became even more enthusiastic, and they all shouted that they must perform well and compete for this pearl flower.
Chapter completed!