The passers-by are vicious

As soon as Jiang Wanwan pushed the door open and returned to her residence, she saw her sister Jiang Wanli standing there, looking at her anxiously. "Sister."

"Sister." Jiang Wanwan was confused at first but soon realized that her sister must have known that she was going to perform a dance at the poetry gathering.

"Sister, why are you in such a hurry? Sit down and talk slowly."

Jiang Wanli sat down, pinching the handkerchief in her hand, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "Sister, I heard that mom asked you to dance at the poetry meeting..."

"Can you please pass on a message for my sister?"

It would be best if she could go by herself, but she also knew that given her current situation, the madam would definitely not agree to let Jiang Wanli go.

Seeing her sister's expectant look, Jiang Wanwan couldn't bear to refuse, but she had to wait until she met him before deciding whether to really pass the message to Mr. Jiang.

"I wonder what message my sister wants to convey to Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Wanli clutched the handkerchief and looked at the brocade bag on his waist, thinking for a while.

"Just say that Jiang Wanli from Huajian Pavilion sends his regards to you."

"I ask you if you remember the promise we made in the past. The vows we made are still ringing in my ears. Let's go through the ups and downs together and write a happy chapter of love together."

Jiang Wanwan could naturally hear in the poem Jiang Wanli's steadfast love and her desire to go through thick and thin with Mr. Jiang and pursue happiness.

There was a moment of confusion on her beautiful face. She had not expected her sister to be so ignorant. If this poem were to be spread out, the whole capital would probably know that she was shameless and delusional.

I'm afraid those who adore Mr. Jiang will tear Jiang Wanli to pieces.

They were of low status, and those noble ladies could deal with her as a dancer with just a wave of their hands. Moreover, if Mr. Jiang's family knew about it, she would probably not have a good ending.

Although Jiang Wanwan's heart was in turmoil, she finally swallowed the words after seeing her sister's expectant eyes.

"Don't worry, sister. I will definitely pass on your poem to Mr. Jiang." Jiang Wanwan responded with a smile without changing her expression, but she had decided in her heart that she would never pass on this poem. She would never let what she expected happen.

"Thank you, sister." Jiang Wanli grabbed her hand, still fantasizing that Mr. Jiang would come to find her after receiving the poem.

But Jiang Wanwan understood that her sister's heart had fallen into the mud, after all, she had asked Bai Hongwen to find out.

Young Master Jiang is a man who likes to flirt with women without getting involved in anything. He only likes to use sweet words to deceive women. I'm afraid he has long forgotten the vows he made with his sister.

Otherwise, why hadn't he come to see Jiang Wanli for so many days? He might have forgotten about her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanwan comforted Jiang Wanli and asked her to go back to bed and rest.

Since Jiang Wanli was not receiving guests, he naturally did not have his own room, so he had been living in the same room with Jiang Wanwan.

The poetry reading was very lively on that day

On a spring afternoon, a group of men and women in fancy clothes gathered on the lawn.

All the invited people came to participate in the poetry meeting, including royal relatives, nobles, and literati.

Even some students in white clothes who were preparing to take the imperial examination were invited, because the Fifth Prince would also come to the poetry meeting. If they could gain the Fifth Prince's favor, wealth and glory would be just around the corner.

Although it was a poetry gathering, the ladies of each family would also sit not far away, with men and women separated by a screen but they could all watch the competition.

Each seat is equipped with an antique wooden table on which are placed the four treasures of the study.

As time passed, everyone took their seats and waited for the organizer of the poetry reading to confirm that the Ninth Prince Chu Yueze Jiang Zechen and his two good friends had arrived.

The poetry meeting officially begins.

A clear and pleasant singing voice was heard, and then a beautiful woman holding a pipa came closer, playing the tune and chanting poems.

After the woman finished her performance and bowed, all the men present applauded out of respect, after all, she was a beauty.

"it is good".

Listening to the applause from below, the other noble ladies in the female seats were dissatisfied and sarcastically said, "After all, she is just a singing girl, lowly and shameless, without any dignity."

Lin Jinyao listened to the sarcastic but jealous voice beside her and felt disdainful. In her opinion, she was just a prostitute and she didn't need to care about her at all.

They are noble ladies from official families. Competing with a prostitute is just lowering their status.

(Original plot:

Ancient Chinese Novel "Moonlight in the Flowers"

Lin Jinyao was born as the second legitimate daughter of Minister Lin. She had always been aloof and ignorant of love, but she unexpectedly fell in love with the most favored Fifth Prince Chu Yueze at first sight during a poetry gathering. She used a little trickery to get her wish and marry the Fifth Prince, and finally became a virtuous queen.

However, Lin Jinyao's sister Lin Fanghui, who was sitting next to her, had different ideas. She envied the singer on the stage because she was pursued by men, unlike her who couldn't even keep her own fiancé.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. When I saw my sister's beautiful and proud face, I felt even more inferior.

They are sisters from the same mother, but her younger sister is loved by her parents, while she herself is disliked by her mother because of her forced beauty.

If she hadn't been engaged to Mr. Jiang, I'm afraid... Thinking of Lin Fanghui, she couldn't help but clench her handkerchief...

The singing girl on the stage did not leave, but stood in front of the stage and smiled at the men who were performing. "I, Wei Yue, greet all the gentlemen. The first question today is to write a poem based on this song."

After saying this, Wei Yue glanced at all the men present and then stepped behind the stage.

But the sons of officials below were all staring at Wei Yue who had already retreated with hidden eyes.

One of the men in red clothes smiled and said, "As expected of Yingchun Garden's top prostitute, her eyes were so alluring just now, but I don't know how she performs in bed..."

Although the man hadn't finished speaking, the playboys around him all laughed in understanding.

"Hahaha".

"It seems that Brother Li wants to..."

Not far away, at a separate table, three people were drinking.

Listening to the dirty words coming from not far away, Bai Hongwen frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure on his handsome face, "These people talk in such a way..."

"Hasn't that dandy young man always enjoyed this? Why would a singing girl Hongwen care so much about it?"

Jiang Yunan raised his eyebrows, his handsome face showing a hint of amusement, and he raised his head and drank the wine in an elegant manner.

"I heard that you've been going to Huajian Pavilion a lot recently. Don't you always dislike that kind of place?" After saying this, she gave Bai Hongwen a meaningful look.

"Maybe he has taken a fancy to the dancers there."

"So what?" Bai Hongwen placed the cup on the table gracefully, and a smile flashed in his eyes when he thought of Jiang Wanwan.

Seeing his straightforward attitude, Jiang Yunan was choked by the wine.

After wiping the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, Jiang Yunan looked surprised and said, "You are not serious."

Seeing that Bai Hongwen did not refute.

Jiang Yunan held his forehead and said, "Hey, hey, hey, you just like to play around. Your father is a noble man, how could he let you marry a dancer as a concubine?"

"Who said I want to marry her as a concubine?" Bai Hongwen retorted in a gentle voice.

Jiang Yunan felt relieved after hearing this. He wondered how his friend could have lost his mind. He picked up a glass of wine and took it into his mouth before he even swallowed it.

"I will marry her."

Jiang Yunan was so shocked by his words that he spit out the wine, splashing all over the table.

"Cough, cough, cough." The servant behind Jiang Yunan saw his master choking, but he was not shocked at all, and hurried forward to help pat his back.