Chapter 64: Meeting in the Huxin Pavilion

After hearing Dongmei's words, Zhao Qian felt embarrassed. It's not that Zhao Qian had any resistance to plagiarism, but you didn't see what is the most powerful thing in China? It's a copycat!

Actually, Zhao Qin is familiar with all Tang poetry and Song lyrics, while Dongmei asks Zhao Qin to write verses. The poems Zhao Qin remembers are all from the Tang Dynasty. How do you think this is pirated?

Zhao Xiuya also saw the inadvertent expression of embarrassment on Zhao Qi's face, and immediately frowned, which was so heart-warming that Zhao Qi was so proud of her. Unfortunately, Zhao Qi, who was thinking hard, did not notice Zhao Xiuya's current beauty, and her heart was full of poems. I wonder if this is considered throwing a charming look at the blind man?

"Dongmei!" Zhao Xiuya glanced at Zhao Jin and glared at Dongmei with dissatisfaction, with a hint of coldness on her voice. In Zhao Xiuya's mind, Zhao Jin seemed to be the handsome knight who was covered in blood, wounds on her body, and was still chatting and laughing.

And as a member of the royal family, how could Zhao Xiuya have never heard of Zhao Qian's name as a strange prince? Zhao Xiuya naturally thought that she was acting strangely. She liked to practice martial arts and could not write poems. How could Zhao Xiuya not be angry about Dongmei? When can a slave make things difficult for noble people?

When Zhao Xiuya scolded her, Dong Mei felt very wronged, but she still didn't want to let Zhao Qian go so easily. She pouted and said, "Little Prince, my third wife is facing you, I have nothing to say. But five days later, a poetry meeting will be held in the Bai Alum Tower, and my third wife will also attend. If the little prince can't think of a poem then, the slave can't say anything!"

Even though Dongmei said this, Zhao Qian felt a sense of arrogance in his heart. Why was he willing to be despised by a little girl? He replied with a stern voice: "You don't worry, girl Dongmei, I will go there!"

Zhao Xiuya glared at Dongmei again and said apologetically: "Little Prince, it's really rude for the little girl to discipline her poorly! The little girl doesn't have to take the words of the little girl's maid just now. The little girl just said the little girl was just joking! Please don't care about it!"

Fearing that Dongmei said something again, Zhao Xiuya smiled apologetically. "Thank you for the little prince, the little girl said goodbye!"

After saying that, Zhao Xiuya gently lifted her dress with both hands, and trotted along the path of paving the hay, and ran away from the frozen lake.

Dongmei didn't expect things to turn out like this, and she was so scared that she almost cried. She hurriedly chased after Wan'er. She couldn't walk far, and Zhao Qian heard Dongmei's aggrieved cry.

The resentment towards Dongmei was dispersed with these cryings. Zhao Qian laughed at himself, "It's just a child, why are you comparing with her?"

Immediately, when I thought of the poetry meeting at Bai'an Building five days later, Zhao Qian frowned slightly, not knowing what he thought.

After leaving, Zhao Xiuya couldn't help it anymore. She tightened her face and scolded Dongmei, "What's wrong with you today? She doesn't talk nonsense, but she still has to make ends meet. If she can't tell a reason, I'll ask someone to contact Yashu to sell you to a brothel!"

Wan'er, who was on the side, was shocked. She wanted to persuade her, but she didn't dare to say anything when she reached her throat. Wan'er knew that her wife was really angry today.

Dongmei was so scared that she burst into tears, and crystal clear tears kept falling, which made people feel distressed.

Just thinking about the disaster that Dongmei caused today, Zhao Xiuya was heartbroken and said, "Don't you say it? Well, I'll pack up when I return to the mansion. I won't take back the things I have given you in recent years. You can take them with me!"

After saying that, Zhao Xiuya made a move and walked away.

Dongmei was really scared, and she didn't shed tears. Her eyes were red and she choked and said, "Three Lady, I've said it, I've said it..."

Zhao Xiuya stopped and turned around with a cold face, looking at Dongmei without saying a word, but the pressure this put on Dongmei was much greater than a swearing.

After sniffing, Dongmei cried again, "Woo! Woo!~ I did this for you, Sanma, and I am really angry with that playboy prince! Woo! Woo! ~"

Zhao Xiuya was so happy that she said, "Are you doing this for my family? Do you know who that prince is? The only brother of the official family today, even the father, dare not be proud of him!"

Dongmei said angrily: "Woo! Woo!~ So what if that's the case? The official family has to make sense! If this playboy was assassinated that day, if it weren't for the third lady's carriage, could he get out? Why do we ask us to give him a gift now, as if we owe him! Woo!~"

Zhao Xiuya was stunned, but didn't know what to say. Actually, when he came to Kuaiji County Prince's Mansion today, Zhao Xiuya thanked Zhao Qian. It was Zhao Dewen who discovered this and forced Zhao Xiuya to get along with Zhao Qian. If Zhao Xiuya was really grateful to Zhao Qian, he would have been grateful when Zhao Qian was still lying on the bed to rest. Why did Zhao Dewen persuade him more and not agree until today?

Dongmei was still angry, but she stopped crying, and continued, "The assassins were not lucky that day but did not chase after them, but what if they chased them? Wouldn't it be a disaster for you? Now I just want him to write a poem, and I don't dare to go to the Bai'an Building, so I'll spare me!"

As he spoke, Dong Mei knelt down suddenly, feeling the grievances in her heart that no one understood, and tears burst into tears again.

Zhao Xiuya didn't know what to say. Although Dongmei did something wrong, it was for herself. After sighing, Zhao Xiuya helped Dongmei up and said, "Don't tell my father about what happened today, otherwise I can't save you. Dongmei, and I can't do this in the future, otherwise I can't spare you no matter what I say!"

Dongmei also knew that she was powerful. No matter how favored she was, she was still a servant. Dongmei lowered her head and begged sincerely: "Don't worry, third lady, Dongmei knew she was wrong. She would definitely be obedient in the future and would never cause trouble for third lady!"

"Okay, let's go!" He was happy when he came, but he was depressed when he left.

Zhao Xiuya, who was walking in the back garden, didn't know what it felt like in her heart, so she looked at Huxin Pavilion in a complicated way. The tall figure did not stand in Huxin Pavilion, but stood on the edge of a small island. The cold wind whistled, blew the clothes high, but he still stood tall, like a sharp sword unsheathed.

"What a pity..." The third lady sighed in a complicated way. She didn't know what kind of mentality she was in when she said this.

Wan'er followed Dongmei and comforted this girl like a little sister. PS: Thanks to the book friend Na Yuexiao for her reward. In addition, for some replies to the book review, it is strange why some people are dissatisfied with hair cutting? It's not about braids. For a modern person, if there are long hair and not cut, there are probably not many people who are used to it? Especially boys. What is hair cutting? As for the title issue Mumu doesn't want to worry about it anymore, this is not a flaw. I can see it, so I hope that all book friends will accept it and don't be too strict. After all, this is a novel, not a history book.
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