Dressed as a wronged stepmother, I was pampered by three villains

Before Ye Meng Shang could react, he heard others whispering:

"It turns out that she is so disliked by the Yan family's children. She thought before... what if..."

"Isn't that right? Fortunately..."

"Yeah, yeah, otherwise..."

"It's better...at least..."

Everyone was afraid of Ye Meng Shang's anger, so they all acted like they were playing riddles and deliberately left out half a sentence. But Ye Meng Shang was not a fool, so how could he not understand?

So, she did several "complete sentences":

"It turns out that the princess is so unhappy with the children of the Yan family. She wanted to marry General Yan before. If she becomes a stepmother, it will definitely be bad for the child."

"No, luckily General Yan didn't marry her."

"Yeah, yeah, otherwise, the three children will suffer."

"It's not as good as this Biluo. At least the cubs are fat and white."

Ahhhh, Zhang Biluo kills people and kills people, so shameless!

Ye Meng Shang was so angry that he had no effective way to fight back. Zhang Biluo is poisonous! If you feed her poison, how dare she feed it back; if you whip her, she will turn around and slander your health; you

Saying that her child is not good or saying that her tea is full of tea will damage your reputation again.

I really want to strangle her to death, I really want to roll her up and throw her into the fire.

Ye Mengshang gritted his teeth, pinched the soft whip, and sneered, "What are you proud of? How does it feel to be shot with an arrow in the street? Do you want to experience it again in the future?"

Zhang Biluo's heart skipped a beat, good fellow, it turned out to be her!

In the last few days in the town, when I went to the bookstore, someone made trouble. The most terrifying thing was that someone took advantage of the chaos and shot an arrow in the street. If it weren't for Yan Beichen, I might have stayed there forever.

So, who was attacking at night? Even though Ye Meng Shang hated himself, he wouldn't kill Yan Beichen as well, right?

Ye Meng Shang dared to cause trouble in a small town, and she didn't care in the capital. If she knew that she was opening a bookstore, she would definitely cause trouble every day and prevent herself from having a good life.

No, we must find a way to prevent her from making mistakes!

Different from the atmosphere in Yongbokgung Palace, Guangdeok Palace is relatively quiet.

There is a book desk in the hall, which looks like an imperial examination. Several five or six-year-old boys are sitting on futons, holding Guan Chengzi in their hands, and each is writing on rice paper.

These children all come from extraordinary backgrounds: the young grandson of Duke Jing, the golden grandson of the right prime minister, the eldest grandson of the Tang family who is preparing to become a literary giant, the two grandsons of Marquis Xin'an, and the youngest son of Duke Pei...

Emperor Ye Hongtu was sitting at the top, looking at everyone. This time, he planned to choose two companions for the emperor's grandson, and he already had preliminary candidates in mind, but there was no Yanlong City among them.

The emperor had considered Dabao. If Yan Longcheng's biological father and mother were here, he should have this opportunity. But now it is not possible. Yan Beichen returned injured. In a practical sense, he was defeated! Although he is a general, can he continue?

Entering the battlefield is still up for debate.

Another thing is that the person who raised Yan Longcheng was the daughter of a merchant, so she was destined to be incompetent. How could she be as good as a talented girl from a high family who could write poetry and paint? It would have been good if the child had not been raised crookedly.

Therefore, the Yan family's face must be given to as many as they want, but Yanlong City is definitely not among the choices.

Behind the desk of the "Palace Examination" sat grandfathers and fathers, all as calm as a rock, waiting for the results.

Yan Beichen has Tang Yan on his left and Yan Binghe on his right. This fourth brother has been staring at Yan Beichen's legs since he entered the palace, as if he wanted to see something wrong.

Yan Beichen glanced at him, "What do you want to ask?"

Yan Binghe said bravely: "Second brother, last time I went back to see you, you were still bedridden. Are you going to be fine so soon?"

"What? Are you expecting something bad from me?"

Yan Binghe's eyes drifted away and he avoided answering. He looked at the little boys writing in front of him and murmured in a low voice: "Why bother? I have to bring Dabao to show my eyes. Han Guang's handwriting is already in shape, Dabao is afraid that it will be a hyphen."

I can’t even write.”

Yan Beichen nodded, "If we talk about the quality of handwriting, Dabao cannot compare to Han Guang."

Yan Binghe couldn't help but feel proud, "See, the second brother admitted it himself, right? Let the child go back after this round of writing. Stop struggling and don't torture Dabao."

Yan Beichen was noncommittal, and Tang Yan glanced over coldly, "Who do you look down on? I taught you Dabao!"

Yan Binghe snorted lightly, "All the prodigies in the capital are here today. Dabao learned too late. Let alone Mr. Tang, even if he was taught by the Taifu, he would not be able to catch up."

Tang Yan shook off his fan and felt that it was necessary to put a sack on Yan Binghe and give him a good beating after leaving the palace.

At this time, several children had finished writing, and the rice paper was presented to Emperor Ye Hongtu.

Ye Hongtu looked through them one by one, with a smile on his face. Even the most noble people in Daxi would not treat these cubs harshly. After all, using a brush requires careful handling and a steady hand. They are too young to be able to write.

That's pretty good.

Most of what the children wrote were idioms, and the most beautiful one was from the young master of the Tang family. The four characters "Haiqing Heyan" had a lot of strokes, but it could be seen that the writing was smooth and the handwriting was beginning to show its character.

Xiao Tang also wrote a signature, and Tang Caichi was obviously more skillful in writing.

Second only to Tang Caichi is Gu Junmei, the grandson of Right Minister Gu Zhao.

Gu Zhaoji loved tea. He named his two favorite teas in his life, one for his youngest daughter and the other for his eldest grandson. Gu Zisun, Gu Junmei, Gu Zhu Zisun, and Jin Junmei.

The structure of Gu Junmei's "Guotai Minan" painting is still lacking, but the most important thing is that the strokes are good. When it's time to strike, it's time to pause. If you practice for a while, you should be able to write quite well.

The rest of them can also be guaranteed to be horizontally and vertically.

Ye Hongtu counted the rankings, and Eunuch Gao, the chief eunuch, said loudly: "The first place in the palace examination is Tang Caichi, the second place in the palace examination is Gu Junmei, and the third place in the palace examination is Yan Hanguang."

"Huh?" Yan Longcheng stood up, saluted, and asked, "Without me?"

Ye Hongtu found it interesting. He picked up the last piece of rice paper and asked with a smile: "Yanlongcheng, what do you think of your writing?"

Dabao said: "I can write very well."

Ye Hongtu picked up the rice paper. The paper was full of writing, and a few holes were poked to let light in!

Dabao smiled sheepishly, "I'm so energetic."

Ye Hongtu asked: "How long have you been practicing calligraphy?"

"It's less than half a year. Your Majesty, is Dabao the best he has written in half a year of practice?"

"Although the words are not among the top three, this poem is excellent! You might as well all read it."

Ye Hongtu spoke, and Eunuch Gao hurriedly took Dabao's examination paper and circulated it to everyone. The paper was the most beautiful quicksand paper in the palace, the ink was pine smoke ink that a gold cannot buy for a tael, and the words were bold and bold "Dragon City Style"

, that’s called a force-penetrating paper back!

Really, those holes are an eyesore.

But the content of Yan Longcheng is really unique. He did not write idioms or auspicious words, but a six-character poem:

The mountains are high, the roads are far, the pits are deep, and the army is galloping in all directions.

Who dares to stand upright with a sword? Only I, General Yan.