The killer concubine of the sick prince

Although Jiang Jiuning had more contact with the young masters in Beijing, he seldom inquired about these gossip-like rumors. Now that he saw the beautiful appearance of a few noble girls, he couldn't help being curious.

The eyes of these people are very high, and it is difficult for the sons of ordinary officials to catch their eyes, and some even go to the position in the palace.

"I heard from them that there are descendants of the Langya Wang family, but judging by the bustle on the other side, there should be others." Lu Wenqing said indifferently.

She is similar to Jiang Jiuning, her marriage is not something that can be decided at this Wenlan meeting, on the contrary, a smaller family can make a way out by herself.

"Do you still like King Xi?" Jiang Jiuning asked with a calm expression, as if the person who asked the question was not her.

Lu Wenqing's expression was a bit shocked, and she laughed self-deprecatingly, "I like it, after all, I was moved by my heart when I was young, but fate can't help it, and the fate only stopped eight years ago." Lu Wenqing raised her eyebrows and asked: "What? Want to find a place for your little sister?"

Jiang Jiuning frowned slightly, not quite used to Lu Wenqing's rhetoric, "If Yi'er is willing, she will find it by herself, there is no need for me to help her."

Lu Wenqing laughed, obviously remembering the shock that Jiang Jiuyi had brought her at the small palace banquet that day.

Although she lacks the femininity of a woman, she is more heroic. If she is a little older, she might not be able to hold the position of Queen Feng.

"Your sister—it's really not comparable to ordinary people."

In terms of appearance, it is considered to be superior, but she is still young, revealing a bit of simplicity and childishness. If she is about the same age as them, she must be an existence that can overwhelm others; I don't know how much better it is than noble girls like Dong Anyi.

"Jiu Ning, is there such a girl among your mother's distant relatives?"

Lu Wenqing's question stunned Jiang Jiuning for a moment, "There are no other girls. My grandfather's family is not well-connected, and there are few brothers and sisters."

But where is Jiang Jiuyi's distant relatives? They are clearly the children of their Jiang family.

"Pity……"

Jiang Jiuning was also open-minded, and said with a smile, "Even if there are other girls, they may not be as outstanding as Ning'er."

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The men of the Green Bamboo Club here could already see the figure of the girl Pingting through the gauze curtain of the gallery on the other side, and they immediately became excited.

Although the folk customs of Dayong are open, the etiquette between men and women is still strict, and these young masters don't have many opportunities to meet girls on weekdays. Now that they can finally meet the girl they only heard about in rumors, how can they not use all their strength? Solve the math to make yourself come out on top?

Jiang Jiuyi sat silently eating her own oranges, and couldn't help curling her lips when she saw the images of these men as if they were peacocks spreading their tails.

It is understandable to want to show yourself after meeting a woman, and some who are not very interested in women are there to show off their glory and prepare to win appreciation from the same sex.

Just like the current Zhao Ruixi, who is so generous that he can be called a full-fledged poisonous person, which directly leads this group of seemingly serious boys and buddies to the wrong style of painting, from the mind of the scriptures that should be discussed to the flowers and grasses of someone in Beijing. The most rare thing to play, whose family's embarrassing things are the most crotch, a whole trash prince.

Zhao Ruixi never avoided him when discussing matters, so Jiang Jiuyi also knew that Zhao Ruixi did not give up his plan even though he was detoxifying, even if his body was too weak to bind a chicken.

The case of Huguo Temple in Qingping Mountain was said to have some clues, but after being pressed by Emperor Meng Qing to put the charges on the criminals of the former court, the matter was left alone.

Now - when Zhao Ruixi came into contact with these people, he probably also had the idea of ​​wanting to get to know the details of these people.

The Great Rong Dynasty has been passed down for three generations. Emperor Meng Qing had more ambitions but lacked energy. Most of the humerus ministers in the court were veterans left behind by the old emperor. Now these veterans are old. Inevitably, among these people—how many of them can bear the responsibility of their parents?

If there is no fighting, there is still fighting. Dong Yiheng is not willing to admit defeat. He recovered from the shadow of throwing pots and began clamoring to compete with Jiang Jiuyi in poetry and prose.

"As a man who is indomitable, what is the courage of a man? Let's compare calligraphy and painting!"

Jiang Jiuyi was concentrating on eating her oranges, but the sunlight in front of her was suddenly blocked by someone. He raised his head impatiently, and saw Dong Yiheng standing in front of him provocatively.

He frowned, with an impatient expression on his face, feeling that this person was simply haunted.

"Since Mr. Jiang Yi is very strong, and he is also good at poetry and prose, why don't we come to the school for a test."

Jiang Jiuyi was very annoyed by this humanistic way of speaking. Although people in ancient times spoke like this, no one he knew was as sour as Dong Yiheng.

Jiang Jiuyi stood up, not wanting to look like a dwarf, "What do you want to compare?"

"A good man has the world in his heart. You and I will write a quatrain with the theme of the setting sun, and let everyone here comment on it."

Dong Yiheng's words are high-sounding, but none of the sons present here know that he once had a masterpiece left in the world, and he is also a master of expressing emotions through scenes. Now even the title is dominated by himself——

"Hey Dong Yiheng, it's too unfair for you not to let others treat Young Master Jiang like this!"

"That's right, it's really petty to be ten years older than others and still be reluctant to let go."

Dong Yiheng's Fang Yi's face immediately looked wonderful, but he had already reached this point, if he flinched, it would be even more embarrassing, it would be better to overwhelm and win.

"You dare?"

Although Jiang Jiuyi doesn't know how to compose poetry, he has nothing to dare. Poetry, calligraphy and painting are his shortcomings. Besides, he doesn't need to learn these things as a part-time guard to make Zhao Ruixi look good. Presumptuous on the head.

With the arrogance that a young man should have in his expression, he hooked his fingers at Dong Yiheng, "Come."

Everyone spontaneously made way for this pair of people who didn't like each other until they reached the empty table.

Someone was already sitting in front of the case, holding a big white cloud and brewing there.

It turned out to be Zhao Ruixi!

Zhao Ruixi sat sideways in front of the desk, and the whole person sat on it quite boldly, with one leg bent and his forehead propped up, as if he was contemplating, when he saw everyone's eyes coming over, he said solemnly: "Shhh—don't bother me. idea!"

What kind of game is this volatile Prince Xi playing?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to step forward to disturb.

As time passed by every minute and every second, Zhao Ruixi suddenly sighed, "Forget it, I won't write anymore."

He suddenly turned his head to look at the crowd, "What are you all doing here?"

"Prince Xi, Mr. Dong said that he wants to compete with Mr. Xiao Jiang in poetry. Are we just preparing..."

Before this person finished speaking, Zhao Ruixi's gaze met Dong Yiheng who was starting to get impatient, "You want to compete with him?"

"Dong Yiheng, bullying children, you are really shameless!"