Rebirth: Hou Men's Noble Wife

Others also began to agree one after another, and Mrs. Liu looked at Yu Danman with a victor's eyes.

Su Shiwan kept her head lowered, looking like a poor girl from a small family who had never seen the world.

"What's the joke, Mrs. Liu? I can come here because the master is not in good health. The eldest lady cares about the master and wants to stay and take care of him. But how can the Dongyang family refuse the princess's invitation?"

The third aunt is not a soft persimmon. She knows that Mrs. Liu has always been at odds with her. In this situation where we are outnumbered, we try hard to control our emotions.

"Besides, I didn't say anything to Shiwan just now. She just told her to thank the princess in person when she leaves later. After all, Shiwan should solemnly thank the princess for her love!"

After cleverly carrying Princess Baihua out, the third concubine, Yu Danman, looked delicate and frail, as if she were a white rabbit that had always been pure white. It made people feel how cruel it would be if they were to be more aggressive.

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This was not the first time that Su Shiwan saw the third concubine playing the role of White Lotus. She felt contempt in her heart, but on her face she looked grateful to the third concubine for her temporary rescue.

Naturally, the young masters, who were young masters of the Hou family, were not interested in such gossip among women. These young masters of the Hou family, who talked to themselves about being charming and elegant, picked up their wine glasses and went to enjoy the flowers along the way. There were even the ladies of the boudoir who followed with their maids.

And go.

Some of the Hou Men's wives were left behind to get entangled.

Although she was disgusted in her heart and wished she could disappear alone and quietly among the flowers, her reason allowed Su Shiwan to still act like an obedient and good daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Liu snorted coldly in her heart when she saw that many ladies were no longer very aggressive towards the third concubine because she carried out Princess Baihua.

She just didn't believe that with such a good opportunity, she couldn't give Yu Danman, a vixen, a look. If the Dongyang family was embarrassed, Yu Danman would not get anything good when he went back.

The expression on Mr. Liu's face changed, and her beautiful eyes looked at Su Shiwan next to the third concubine, "I heard that the third concubine, your daughter-in-law of the Dongyang family was also born into a scholarly family. She must be good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

They are all outstanding experts, right? Why not use them to add some fun to all of us during the Hundred Flowers Banquet today?"

The third concubine had never heard that Su Shiwan was good at chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, Mrs. Liu had expected it wrong. Su Shiwan was embarrassed, and the third concubine Yu Danman was not in a hurry to be happy!

As everyone nodded in agreement, Ms. Liu looked proudly at Su Shiwan, who looked at the third concubine with a troubled expression.

"What? Is it that Young Madam Dongyang doesn't want to do it? Or does the third concubine of the Dongyang family don't want to? Or rather, she simply won't do it?"

"Huh, Mrs. Liu, please don't look down on me." She reached out and took Su Shiwan's slightly cold hands, "Shiwan, you have to give face to Dongyang's parents, others will look down upon you."

Although the third aunt's words were slightly worried, the gloating in her eyes flashed past.

Su Shiwan, who had been silent all the time, pursed her lips tightly, and her somewhat pale face made anyone think that she was nervous and flustered because she had no talent.

Xiaosha, who had been standing behind Su Shiwan, couldn't help but worry in her heart. If the young madam disgraced the Dongyang family today, the eldest madam would definitely not give up when she returned. She would also be looked down upon by these ladies who were obviously here to find fault.

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Su Shiwan snorted in her heart, these people, they can't bully Yu Danman, so they come to bully themselves? Do they think that suppressing themselves will make Yu Danman lose face, are they anxious in their hearts? What a bunch of ignorant women and children!

"Third aunt, Shiwan is a little scared." She was disdainful in her heart, but she had a look of nervousness and fear on her face.

Yu Danman's face showed a hint of amusement, but his tone revealed a hint of worry, "What are you afraid of? Don't embarrass the Dongyang family. If you do, see how I deal with you."

When he saw Su Shiwan's weak and easy-to-bullish look, Yu Danman, who had a sharp temper and had a quick temper, had long forgotten that Su Shiwan was someone who was easy to bully. After dealing with her so many times in the house, Su Shiwan, who was cold-spoken and cold-spoken, had long since forgotten.

She is someone who Yu Denman can take care of.

However, the third concubine was accustomed to showing off her power in Dongyang Mansion, so naturally she had long forgotten what Liu Xia had reported back, "The young lady is not as weak as she appears on the surface, she is very ruthless and scheming."

The two of them were talking in low voices, which made Mrs. Liu opposite her feel proud. Looking at this coy look, she knew that Su Shiwan had only appearance, but in fact she was just a timid and cowardly vase with no talent.

"I wonder what kind of talent you want to perform, Mrs. Dongyang?" Mrs. Liu's tone became more and more arrogant and a bit aggressive.

"If Young Madam Dongyang is really nervous, Ling'er is willing to play a song for everyone first so that Young Madam Dongyang can prepare and not be so nervous."

A soft and elegant female voice sounded, and Su Shiwan couldn't help but look up.

The speaker was a young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing pink clothes and simple hair.

"It turns out it's Luo Ling'er, the apple of Luo Taibao's eye, Miss Luo!" said a slightly fat lady.

Su Shiwan had never met Luo Ling'er in her previous life, but she did know the rumors about this woman.

It is said that this Luo Ling'er is the only flesh and blood left by Luo Fusheng and Luo Taibao's original wife who has died many years ago. When Mrs. Luo had a difficult delivery, Luo Fusheng thought it was a son and asked the midwife to keep the baby small but not old. As a result, Mrs. Luo used the last

In one breath, he gave birth to this daughter. When Luo Fusheng saw that he was not a son, he was heartbroken, but he also loved this daughter very much. Even after marrying Fang Fang, Fang Fang’s wife gave birth to her own son.

Luo Ling'er also loved her very much.

This Luo Ling'er is also a famous talented woman in Shangjing. She has a gentle temperament and is both talented and beautiful. She is a goddess who often appears in the poems of noble princes in Shangjing.

At this time, some of the noble gentlemen heard that Luo Ling'er was going to perform the piano, and most of them turned their attention, and some even walked over here.

Although her heart was spinning a thousand times, Su Shiwan let out a long breath as if she was relieved, "Thank you so much, Miss Luo."

"Young lady Dongyang said something serious." Then she said to the maid beside her: "Yuexia, go and bring my piano."

Looking at Luo Ling'er, who was smiling slightly and ignoring the looks and comments around her, Su Shiwan was confused, why should she help her?

However, this is indeed a good opportunity. How can I become Liu's tool to suppress the third concubine in vain? It can't be too stunning, but it can't be embarrassing, right?

It was not because of the Dongyang family, but just because of herself. Su Shiwan would not allow herself to make mistakes.

Talent?

In the previous life, I was indeed not very good at it. After all, the Su family had been in decline for a long time. Although my mother knew some talents of women, but she had to bear the heavy responsibility of supporting the family, so how could she have time to teach herself?

At that time, when I married into the Dongyang Mansion, I was ridiculed because of my talent. In order to get closer to Dongyang Zhoufan, I learned piano and chess. Although I was not a master, I was

It can also achieve above-average results.

After a while, Luo Ling'er had cleaned her hands and burned incense, and sat in front of the lyre. She raised her delicate hands, and melodious tunes slowly jumped out from Luo Ling'er's fingertips one by one.

This Luo Ling'er is indeed a famous and talented girl in Beijing. She really plays the piano very well. When Su Shiwan heard this piece, she had already made up her mind. Even though she was a little skilled at the piano, compared with this Luo Ling'er, naturally,

It fell behind.

Su Shiwan's almond-shaped eyes were half-opened and half-closed. In the eyes of outsiders, she seemed to be admiring her. However, in her heart, she began to think about whether Luo Ling'er was here to rescue her or to add fuel to her troubles.

After the song ended, applause rang out one by one.

"Okay, Miss Luo is really good at playing the piano!"

"Yes, this song can only be heard in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the human world?"

Voices of praise rang out one after another, and Luo Ling'er's face turned red, "Thank you! Thank you!"

Then his eyes turned to the silent Su Shiwan, "I wonder if Young Madam Dongyang is ready at this time? Are you still nervous?"

That worried look made Su Shiwan feel a little uncomfortable for some reason.

Seeing that Su Shiwan didn't speak, a woman said disdainfully: "It's not like you have no talent at all. Are you feeling ashamed at this time?"

Another person immediately responded, "If you really can't do it, just stop performing. I'm afraid it will stain my eyes."

Luo Ling'er bit her lip and looked at Su Shiwan as if she was about to cry, "Mrs. Dongyang, I..."

The beautiful eyes turned, and Su Shiwan waved her clothes. At first glance, her face was filled with radiance that could compete with the sun and the moon, but if she looked carefully, she still had that fearful and cowardly look.

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"Since ladies and gentlemen, you think so highly of Shiwan, then Shiwan has made a fool of herself. Shiwan has no other talents, so I will play a song for you."

As he spoke, he moved lightly, without washing his hands or burning incense. He just sat down in front of Luo Ling'er's harp and said, "Miss Luo, let me borrow your lyre."

Under the disdainful eyes of everyone watching the show, Su Shiwan raised her delicate white hands, and the notes emerged one by one.

Listen carefully, isn't this the music Luo Ling'er played just now?

However, Su Shiwan's playing style is completely different from Luo Ling'er's. Luo Ling'er is graceful and quiet, while Su Shiwan is chic and domineering.

It's obviously a song about the sorrow of a little daughter's boudoir, but it was played by Su Shiwan with a hint of unrestrained and unrestrained.

Mrs. Liu, who originally wanted to watch a good show, was so angry that she looked at the third concubine with a look that seemed to burn the third concubine.

When Su Shiwan finished her song, it was not only the ladies of Hou Men who were waiting to see the show who were surprised, but even the third concubine who was preparing to make Su Shiwan look embarrassed also looked disbelieving.

The last note was picked by Su Shiwan with her little finger, adding a hint of grace to her boldness. Looking at the surprised expressions on everyone's faces with satisfaction, Su Shiwan moved away from the lyre and returned to her seat to sit down.

"Third aunt, Shiwan didn't embarrass the Dongyang family, did she?"

Because of Su Shiwan's question, the third aunt pulled her thoughts back from the surprise and regret, and said slightly unnaturally: "No, no, Shiwan, you play very well."

In an attic not far away, Princess Baihua said softly to the stalwart man beside her: "What's wrong? Do you like this woman's piano skills very much?"

"Humph, my piano skills are average, just opportunistic." The man snorted disdainfully. However, the complicated look in Su Shiwan's eyes made Princess Baihua chuckle.

"Mo, you can't say that. Although Su Shiwan's piano skills are not as good as Miss Luo's, she is smart and knows how to use the same piece of music to win everyone's attention. After all, she can sing the same tune just after listening to it once.

It’s not easy to play it well.”

The man named Mo tilted his body and looked sideways at the smiling Princess Baihua, "Sister, you like this woman very much?"

"Yes, I like it very much. I like it so much that I almost want to destroy it!" She pinched hard with her long nails, and the precious flower that Princess Baihua was caressing just now was cut off without mercy at all.

Here, the ladies were too embarrassed to show that they were especially targeting Su Shiwan, so other noble ladies from noble families also performed their talents one after another.

There were almost no changes, but Su Shiwan felt tired all over. Therefore, facing the absent-minded third concubine, Su Shiwan said softly: "Second concubine, do you want to go to enjoy the flowers? Shiwan wants to go for a walk."

Not wanting to endure Mrs. Liu's angry look across from her for a long time, Yu Danman nodded and agreed without even hearing what Su Shiwan said clearly.

With a hint of strangeness in her eyes, Su Shiwan took her third concubine's arm affectionately, "Then let's go now, third concubine."

The accentuated words "Third concubine" were blown away in the gentle breeze. The third concubine did not notice it, and none of the maids following the third concubine heard it.

Later, Su Shiwan thought, if the third concubine had been sane at that time, would she have heard something strange? Maybe what happened next would not have happened!

As soon as he saw his third concubine and Su Shiwan getting up and leaving, Ms. Liu immediately stood up and said something to a noble lady beside her. They both followed Su Shiwan and the others with their maids.

The talent show was also in full swing. Except for a few people who noticed Su Shiwan and others leaving, the others didn't notice at all.

Su Shiwan stopped in front of an elegant camellia in bloom. She thought of the camellia in her room that had never withered every day, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.