The origin of the matter comes from that lantern festival.
She refused to listen to her father and brother's advice and went out in disguise, insisting on seeing this lively feast.
The lantern arena began, and people gathered around.
People kept coming up to the stage to challenge.
During this period, a young man was pushed onto the stage.
He had a human-like face, wearing a green shirt and long sleeves.
Faced with the evil deeds of his companions, he had a look on his face.
A helpless smile.
She secretly said to the maid in the audience: "I have no temper.
I am so ungrateful.
Xiaohong, let me tell you, if you want to marry in the future, you must not marry such a person.
It is too easy for others to bully you."
The maid tilted her head and said: "But Miss, I think it's completely the opposite.
Look at this young master, with his appearance and temperament, it looks like the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly."
My head hurt, and I looked at the other person with tears in my eyes: "Miss, why did you hit me?"
She glared sharply: "What are you calling me?"
"Master" She nodded with satisfaction and looked away.
The young man on the stage had already lowered his head and started thinking about poetry.
Even she, who was used to seeing beautiful men in her family, couldn't help but be dazzled.
Although he looked a little weak, he was really good-looking.
His slightly lowered profile looked like It's like something out of a painting, no matter where it is, it looks just right, one point too much is too much, one point too little is too little, it's just right, and you can't find any mistakes.
The way he lowered his head and meditated, he looked extremely elegant.
She was not the only one who thought so.
A girl shouted from beside her: "Young Master, you are so handsome."
Contemporary folk customs are open, and women's status is higher than in the past.
Even if they see a man they like while walking on the street, there are many people who will directly approach him and strike up a conversation.
Everyone laughs at such a scene.
Except for women from official families, the more powerful a person is, the more they pay attention to the etiquette of their daughter's family.
They must sit elegantly, behave dignifiedly, and eat silently and sleep silently.
She was really fed up with those rules, and it was rare for her to come out to relax.
Her face was not stiff, and she started laughing along with the crowd.
However, she only laughed three times before she was immediately interrupted.
"Miss" A very familiar voice sounded a little anxious.
The man shouted and walked in her direction.
She was so frightened that she quickly pushed away the crowd and walked away.
"Miss, please don't go.
The master is looking for you everywhere."
It's over, it's over, if you let daddy take him back this time, he will definitely be skinned and cramped She thought so, and quickened her pace.
Somebody who knew how to kill Qian Dao shouted "Miss is here", and the people who were scattered around immediately gathered.
As soon as she squeezed to the other side of the stage, someone came from the opposite side.
Come around.
In desperation, she turned around and ran up the stairs.
"Oh, it seems that this young master writes poems too slowly, which makes our readers anxious."
The organizer noticed her presence with sharp eyes, the fine lines on her face wrinkled together, and she smiled quite happily.
He came over to point out She looked at her and asked, "This young master, do you want to challenge him?"
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She blinked her eyes and looked at the audience.
She found that the audience was surrounded by people from the General's Mansion.
However, due to the large number of people, she did not dare to rush onto the stage.
She nodded quickly and winked at the maid Xiaohong while lowering her voice.
He agreed: "Yes, yes, this young master looks very reluctant, why don't you let me come first."
As soon as she said the words, although she tried her best to make her voice sound rough, the effect was still unsatisfactory for her who had never practiced changing her voice in more than ten years.
When the person who was writing with his head down heard the words, he looked at her in confusion.
She could see clearly this time.
What a breathtaking face it was.
Any words seemed pale.
She felt that her eyes suddenly flickered, and again It felt like I had received a hundred critical hits from the beauty.
The organizer led her to another seat and placed pen and ink in front of her.
"Please sir, write a poem."
She started biting the pen barrel.
Biting, biting, biting, biting, after biting for a while, the person opposite had already stood up to hand in the manuscript.
She was lowering her head and saw only a trace of cyan clothes swinging in front of her.
When she raised her head, the man had already walked to the main table and handed out the poem.
She couldn't remember whether the poem was good or not, and how the reaction was at the scene.
She only remembered that that day, she saw a pair of well-jointed hands, slightly bent, and a wrist exposed from under the sleeves.
It was vaguely bony, but particularly beautiful. .
In the end, her poem was not completed, and her father, who was furious, took her home halfway and put her in solitary confinement for three days.
And she can guarantee that if the Queen had not held a feast on the fourth day, she would not have locked him up for just three days.
The next day, I dressed up carefully for a long time and entered the palace near dusk.
The daughters of all the adults at the palace banquet were like a hundred flowers blooming.
No one had a chance to relax.
Many of them made secret glances with the prince, while the latter drank by himself.
Liquor, it’s like I didn’t see it at all.
She thought at that time that this person was really arrogant.
Wen Caiqian, the fourth lady of Wen Mansion who was sitting nearby, came over and whispered to her: "Isn't that right?
I heard that the Ministry of Etiquette personally came to the door several times to propose marriage, but they were all blocked.
The prince is good at everything, but he doesn't take others seriously.
Guess how he rejected them in the end?"
She asked: "Why did you refuse?"
"He said: Each of your daughters is stronger than a sow, and they dare to come and go to my bed."
She learned the lesson well, and the expressions of disdain looked somewhat similar.
She smiled and said, "The Minister of Rites must be very angry."
"That's right, my nose is so angry that it's crooked," Wen Caiqian said with a laugh.
Among the many daughters in her family, she was the only one who dared to laugh like this, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Naturally, he also received a glare from the elder writer.
She stuck out her tongue, then suppressed her smile, looked back at her, and said, "But you don't have to be afraid.
If you have that intention, you will definitely be able to become the Crown Princess."
She stopped smiling softly, looked up at her in disbelief, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about."
"Look, look at all the people present.
The person you have as a good-looking prince is so lustful.
With your figure and appearance in front of him, you are no longer a proper prince."
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She smiled and shook her head.
Wen Caiqian said: "Why don't you like it?"
"I don't know, Cai Qian, I've lived for so long and I still don't know what it's like to like someone."
"It's so simple.
Look at which one of the people present is the most pleasing to you."
She looked around after hearing this, then shook her head at her.
Wen Caiqian said: "Oh, you are so stupid."
She pointed at a person and asked, "What do you think of that?"
She heard the words and looked.
The lights were dimmed and there was a dazzling atmosphere of singing and dancing.
However, she recognized the profile at a glance.
As seen on the lantern stand, the white gown, with a section of his neck exposed, was sitting on the main seat, reaching for a glass of wine.
Unlike the other people present who dressed up in a blink of an eye, he looked quite plain.
If Wen Caiqian hadn't pointed out this way, she might not have noticed his existence at all.
There was a ding.
Gu Zhenran opened her eyes, and in front of her was an antique pear-shaped bed sculpture.
She stared straight ahead, finding it difficult to even move, and the system beep sounded in her ears.
Welcome to the host to enter the mission world.
Your character is Du Haiyue, the concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
She was forced to enter the palace to serve the new emperor, but was ignored by the new emperor because she looked similar to the former empress.
She later became a maid in the imperial kitchen, and was sentenced to death for offending her favorite concubine at a palace banquet.
The original owner has great resentment towards the beloved concubine who gave her death, so your mission this time is to take revenge on her beloved concubine.
She couldn't believe it, but she had to face this fact.
She knew Du Haiyue.
She looks very similar to Gu Zhenran's original appearance.
She's back.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ I was caught off guard and it will be on the shelves tomorrow.
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