All the gentlemen who are attacked by the female queen are stunningly beautiful

Jiang Wanyin explained with a complicated expression: "I heard about the small door on the east wall, and walking a little way to the backyard, there is a row of guest courtyards, where the young masters rest."

"All the gentlemen are on the flower-viewing corridor. Who will rest in the guest house?" Zhou Yanzhen asked curiously.

"Not all the young masters are in the flower-viewing corridor. The few young masters of the Shen family who are not allowed to go upstairs are probably entertaining the young masters of other aristocratic families in the guest courtyard at the back!"

When Jiang Wanyin said this, his heart skipped a beat and he said, "It's bad. Didn't that Chen Shiyuan go to the backyard?"

"What does she want to do?"

Song Xiang thought of her situation that day, and an unrealistic yet somewhat reasonable idea emerged: "Chen Shiyuan was driven away by her aunt, had nowhere to go, and was penniless. In order to escape from the embarrassing situation of poverty as soon as possible, she She had a weird idea and wanted to take this opportunity to get in touch with the Shen family’s young master and defraud him of some money to spend!”

"God, how dare she do that!" Zhou Yanzhen sighed and said firmly, "The Shen family will not let her go!"

After a while, a female servant hurriedly ran out from the small courtyard under the east wall and whispered to Shen Lewei. Shen Lewei suddenly changed her face and strode to the next courtyard.

Two boys stood by the door, trembling all over.

Shen Lewei asked in a deep voice: "Who allowed you to let her in?"

A servant said with a cry: "She said she got your instructions and went to the backyard to tell the third young master a message!"

"Idiot! Even if I send a message, I still send my personal servant here. Who will be the last one?"

Shen Lewei kicked the boy and scolded: "You believe such a poor excuse, what is the use of my Shen family in raising you two?"

"Sell these two useless things!"

The girl behind Shen Lewei heard the order, detained the two boys and pulled them off.

"Miss, please spare my life! Please give me another chance..."

"Gag their mouths!"

After dealing with the boy, Shen Lewei continued to walk inside. In the guest courtyard, the other girls had already grabbed Chen Shiyuan, and were just waiting for Shen Lewei to come over and deal with it.

Shen Lewei looked at Chen Shiyuan's whitewashed and shabby green shirt, with a little disdain in his eyes: "Haha, you look like a poor man and dare to touch my son, the Shen family. Where do you get the courage?"

"Come here, cover her mouth and blast her out of the back door. Keep your voice down so you don't disturb the guests in the two courtyards."

"Here!"

Several female servants pushed Chen Shiyuan towards the back door.

Although Shen Lewei dealt with it very quickly and decisively, the sharp-eyed young master still saw an unusual scene in the backyard.

Therefore, after the garden poetry party ended, the concubine who had some good intentions made the matter more jealous and spread it by word of mouth. As expected, it reached the ears of Chen Shiyuan's classmate.

They were shocked when they found out that Chen Shiyuan had seduced Young Master Shen in the Peony Garden. Through their mouths, the news soon spread like wildfire, and the matter finally became the laughing stock of the girls after dinner.

The young master of the Shen family made people laugh for no reason, and Shen Yubai was pointed at by others when he walked on the street. The girls were afraid of the impact on themselves, so they stayed quiet for a while. After the news had passed, they started to pursue him again.

But this is all an afterthought...

After finishing the banquet, Song Xiang took "Dayun Temple Mountain Dwelling" and Jiang Wanyin out of the peony garden together. They made an appointment for the next meeting before getting on the horse with Zhou Yanzhen.

When we arrived at Liang's house, it was already sunset.

When Taro saw Song Xiang coming back, he wanted to take the scroll in Song Xiang's hand, but Song Xiang blocked him and said, "Don't let it go now, I want to show it to the two young masters!"

"Where are they?"

"Miss Hui, we are playing chess in Mr. Feng's room!" Taro pursed her lips and smiled, leading Song Xiang to Feng Mian's door.

Just as he was about to enter, Wei Tingxun said persuadingly: "Feng Mian, you are from a rich family. Like me, you are used to enjoying things on weekdays. Even if you go to the temple, how can you stay poor? Don't talk about the fetters of worldly fate. I'm afraid it will be difficult to live with a life of simple food and simple meals."

"What's more, you are so handsome and you are as young as a young bud. If you don't want to marry the wife of your choice, why would you want to become a monk? Is it so easy to be a Buddhist?"

Feng Mian choked on his words and felt a little panicked: "Then the life in the temple is really so miserable?"

"How can we not avoid suffering? We went all the way south from the capital, spent all our spare money, and tasted all the tastes of the world. Only those who have experienced it can understand the suffering. How can you let go of your good life and think about becoming a monk all day long? What's going on? The days in the temple are boring, leisurely and indifferent, and I feel like I'm living alone. Don't say that when night comes, my body feels like it's invading the cold wind."

Wei Tingxun shed tears as he spoke, and his tone was filled with bitterness: "The changes in my family have long since smoothed my edges, and the person I once was, a son of an official, is long gone. Although I still feel as if I am floating on the ground, But fortunately I have you by my side..."

"There is a good girl like Song Xiang taking care of me, so I am content."

Hearing Wei Tingxun mention Song Xiang, Feng Mian lowered his eyebrows and said with mixed thoughts, "Thank you Tingxun for the explanation!"

Song Xiang paused, knocked a few times, pushed the door open and went in: "I heard from Taro that you two were playing chess, so you came uninvited."

"Master Wei, look what I brought back?" Song Xiang walked up to Wei Tingxun and handed over the scroll in his hand, "This is the prize I won at the poetry meeting today!"

"You won the first place?" Wei Tingxun looked up in surprise, "Since you are the first place, your poems must be good! Song Xiang, you are so surprising!"

Wei Tingxun lowered his head again. After seeing the painting clearly, he exclaimed: "It turned out to be "Dayun Temple Mountain Dwelling". How could they use this painting as a lottery?"

He passed the painting in his hand to Feng Mian and invited him to appreciate it together, and then said excitedly: "Song Xiang, do you know? There is a saying in Kyoto that gold is easy to come by, but famous paintings are hard to find! This is the painting "Dayun Temple Mountain" "Residence Map"

Song Xiang smiled: "I only knew it was valuable, but I didn't know it was so valuable. It shows that it has an extraordinary origin!"

"Its origin is indeed extraordinary..." Wei Ting scolded, his ears stained with crimson, "But more than its origin, I want to hear the poem you wrote that won the first place today!"

"What's so difficult about this?" Song Xiang said to Feng Mian sheepishly, "Feng Mian, let me lend you a pen and paper!"

Feng Mian stood up and led her to the desk. After laying out the paper for her, he lifted up his sleeves and began to study ink.

Song Xiang held his sleeves and robe, dipped some ink in his brush and spread it evenly on the inkstone.

Then he wrote two verses on the white linen paper without any haste.

Wei Tingxun came over, couldn't wait to pick up the poem manuscript that the ink was still wet on, and read it out softly.

When I read the most wonderful sentence, my eyes suddenly bloomed with stunning brilliance.

Feng Mian had already read the two poems on one side, and when he thought of the sentence written by Song Xiang, the spring grass seems to be sentimental, and the mountains are still green, he felt that it was very artistic.