Quick Wear: After the charming host got pregnant, the boss spoiled her like crazy

“That woman is quite interesting.”

A nobleman walked onto the corridor, holding a dark green bamboo fan and his black hair tied up with a white jade crown, creating a strong visual impact.

He has sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a clean and clear appearance, and a tall and straight figure. There is a natural temperament when he stands there.

From a distance, he seemed young, noble, and ambitious.

"Third Master, that seems to be the new Crown Prince's Consort of the Ye Palace."

The fat Mr. Du who was following behind him answered in a very earnest manner.

The Third Young Master is the youngest son of Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess. Not to mention him, even his father has to be respectful to the Third Young Master Wei Xianzhu when he sees him.

Upon hearing this, Wei Xianzhu put away the folding fan in his hand and tapped his palm. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

His cousin had a good eye this time.

"Let's go, Fatty Du, go to the front and take a look."

The Fatty Du mentioned by Wei Xianzhu is the eldest son of the Du family and Du Xinran’s biological brother, named Du Qili.

If anyone dared to call Du Qili "fat", he would definitely jump up on the spot and give that person a 360-degree spinning kick.

Then he proudly warned the person, "I'm not fat, I'm just so cute that I'm puffy."

But when he thought that the person was Wei Xianzhu, Du Qili immediately became timid.

On the other side, Shen Nian, who was admiring the crabapple blossoms, hadn't even finished appreciating the flowers when the maid from the Du residence came running over to inform her that the feast was about to begin.

After a while, a group of young gentlemen led by Gu Huaian entered from the outer courtyard.

Due to the strict separation between men and women, men and women did not enjoy the flowers in the same place, but on the other side of the river separated by a stone bridge.

The two sides of the strait could see each other's situation at the table, and they also took precautions, so the atmosphere of wanting to talk but not being able to was controlled very well.

As soon as Gu Huaian entered the garden, his eyes were accurately locked on Shen Nian.

Shen Nian, with black hair and fair skin, stood gracefully beside the crabapple flowers, holding the flowers in her hands.

A strand of hair fell playfully on the side of her face, making Gu Huaian want to pin it up for her himself.

Shen Nian also noticed his gaze. She raised her eyes to meet Gu Huaian's and smiled at him.

This smile not only won Gu Huaian's heart, but also won the eyes of the other young masters who followed him into the palace.

Wei Xianzhu paused holding the fan and nudged Du Qili with his arm.

"Let's go, Third Master is hungry, let's go have some snacks with him."

"Yes, Third Master."

Du Qili happily accompanied Wei Xianzhu to have snacks. As soon as he passed Wei Xianzhu on his back, he hit himself on the head with the fan that he never let go of.

Wei Xianzhu, wake up now. That smile of hers is not directed at you. Why should you be moved?

Back at the table, perhaps because of what happened just now, Du Xinran was very tactful this time and didn't bother Shen Nian again.

She didn't bother Shen Nian, and Shen Nian was happy and at ease.

She ate a snack for a while, then chatted with Miss Wang Er with a smile, feeling so relaxed and comfortable.

"The spring flowers are in full bloom, we should make the most of it."

Zhao Siyi suggested to Mrs. Du with a smile.

Mrs. Du laughed and tapped her head.

"Siyi is right. Why don't we stick to the old rules and write a poem to capture the beauty of spring flowers?"

This is all old news about the flower viewing banquet, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Mother, I heard that Sister Shen is famous for her talent, so why not let Sister Shen be the referee this time?"

Talent? Shen Nian almost spit out the snacks in his mouth after hearing what Du Xinran said.

Everyone knows that Shen Nian is a well-known idiot in the capital. She has no talent at all.

Shen Nian even wanted to give a thumbs up to Du Xinran for lying with his eyes open.

"Sister Shen will agree, right?"

Du Xinran looked at her sideways, with the corners of his lips slightly raised as if asking her, do you dare?

"Okay."

Shen Nian agreed without hesitation.

Du Xinran's smile became even brighter, and the disdain in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Hey, the Crown Prince's Consort needs to be able to judge poetry."

The round-faced lady kindly reminded her.

Shen Nian smiled at her but said nothing.

"Then let it be as you say."

Mrs. Du stood up and let Shen Nian take the main seat. She said, "Just wait. If she doesn't judge the poems written by the young ladies, it will be embarrassing for the entire aristocratic circle."

"Prince, this?"

Ping'an had been paying attention to the movements of the female members of the family, and seeing this, he couldn't help but become anxious for the Crown Prince's Consort.

Everyone knows that the Crown Prince's Consort is a fool. These people must be trying to embarrass her on purpose.

"Don't worry about it. If Nian Nian agrees, it means she is confident that she can be a good referee."

Gu Huaian lowered his eyes and took a sip of the tea in the cup.

Ping An wanted to cover his head when he heard this.

Prince, you are too confident about your wife.

As soon as the judge made the decision, Mrs. Du ordered her servants to immediately prepare paper and pens for the ladies who were going to participate in writing poems.

As soon as the young ladies who participated in writing poems sat down, the maid of the Du mansion lit a stick of incense in the incense burner.

"I write for half an incense stick, and stop writing when the incense burns out."

As Mrs. Du finished her words, the young ladies who were participating in writing poems picked up their pens, dipped them in ink, and slowly began to write.

Shen Nian sat at the top, looking at the group of young ladies writing furiously below, and suddenly had the illusion that she was invigilating the exam.

The incense burns slowly, and when it burns to the marked half, the incense falls.

“Time’s up.”

The ladies who heard the reminder stopped what they were doing. The maids in the Du Mansion collected the poems written by the ladies from table to table.

Some of these young ladies had proud looks on their faces and were very confident in their poetic talent.

Some people were very upset, fearing that their poems were too bad and would be laughed at by their peers.

Some people put their hands behind their backs and don't care whether the poems they write are good or bad.

The maids put away the poems on Shen Nian's desk, and everyone present looked at Shen Nian.

They wanted to see how the number one idiot in the capital would evaluate the poems of these ladies from noble families.

Shen Nian ignored their gazes and picked up the first piece of rice paper and looked at it.

"What do you think of my poem, Princess?"

Zhao Si realized that Shen Nian picked up the poem she had written, and she couldn't help but ask Shen Nian.

“It’s OK.”

Shen Nian picked up the poem she wrote and placed it on the wooden plate, with no intention of speaking again.

“Is this the end of the review?”

Zhao Siyi asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, what else?"

Shen Nian tilted his head to look at her and asked back.

Zhao Siyi was choked by her words and her face turned red with anger. This is a shitty review.

Shen Nian ignored her and continued flipping through the poems he was reading.

"Miss Wang Er did an average job."

Miss Wang blushed slightly. She knew her own strength, and what Shen Nian said was generally giving her face.

"Ms. Zhang's work is really bad."

Miss Zhang glared at her and thought to herself, you know nothing about poetry.

"Ms. Li's is OK, Miss Cai's is pretty good, Miss Cen needs to work harder, and Miss Du's poem is the best of the bunch."

Shen Nian was very effortless and finished commenting on the poems of the young ladies from various families in one breath.

These young ladies' faces turned red with anger. Who would comment on poetry like her?

"Sister Shen, is this considered a poetry review?"

Du Xinran asked her with an angry look on her face.

"Why not? I've already told you how good or bad your poems are."

Shen Nian stood up with a smile and said something to them that made them so angry that their blood boiled.

"Besides, your poems are so boring, there is nothing to comment on in depth."

"Since the Crown Prince's Consort is so eloquent, she must be good at writing poetry, right?"

Mrs. Du pulled her daughter behind her and asked her sarcastically.

"I'm not very good at it, but at least I'm better than everyone here."

Shen Nian's words were like water splashing into a frying pan, immediately sparking heated discussions.

"It's common for a princess to talk big, but the key is to be able to do what you say."

Mrs. Zhao fiddled with her handkerchief and spoke indifferently.

After hearing what Shen Nian said, Du Xinran's face, which had originally turned red with anger, calmed down, and even a smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

A fool like Shen Nian doesn't even need her to do anything, Shen Nian can kill himself.