"Miss Ren Anle has come in a hurry and the princess understands that you are new to the capital and are not familiar with the royal rules, so it is fine if you are not prepared.The young lady can choose one of the guqin, chess, calligraphy and painting, poem and songs. a long as you win the favour of all the ladies you can enter the tent and see the princess."
[ The four friends of literati - Qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting. In ancient times, playing the Qin (refers to playing the guqin), playing chess (refers to playing weiqi or go), calligraphy and painting were skills that literati (including some famous ladies) had to master in order to cultivate themselves.]
After finishing her speech, Bi Ling stood in front of the tent in a beautiful manner.
Inside the tent, Ren Anle dragged her chin and looked across the brocade tent through the thin white veil with her dark pupils unable to see her emotions.
Yuan Qin's face was as normal, but at some point she sat up straight her eyebrows slightly furrowed. The woman standing beside her, Yuan Shu, clenched her hands in anger and a harsh fury swept out from under her eyes.
This royal Princess, she has said all the good and bad things. she really thinks that she, Anle Zhai, can be bullied.
The crowd looked at the stalemate in front of them and stared at each other.
Who does not know the owner of Anle Zhai grew up in the wildernesses. How could a barbaric place produce a talented and virtuous lady?
The noble ladies of the Imperial City all admire His Highness, the Crown Prince, who is renowned for his virtuousness, and Ren Anle has offended the public and is in danger of being humiliated. if she were to lose face in front of His Highness, she would never again mention the absurdity of becoming the Crown Princess of the Eastern Palace!
The tent was half silent as Wen Shuo on the high platform averted his eyes and took a sip of the wine The disappointing expression was obvious. Except for Han Yue, whose face was as normal, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled.
"Yuan Shu, open the tent "
The woman's low voice rang out abruptly in the tent, reaching the ears of the crowd with a resounding sound.
The crowd came to life and stared at the tent without blinking.
A pair of hands reached out from the tent and lifted the gauze tent. The young girl who had just driven the carriage stood straight in front of the tent with a cold frown. More imposing than the brocade tent surrounded by the guards and the high platform on which the crown prince stood.
The gauze tent was opened and a scene of the room inside appeared before everyone's eyes.
A young girl in a vivid red jacket is making tea, her face is serene. The sunlight penetrating the gauze tent is printed on her forehead with a kind of quiet beauty and elegance. If we talk about her temperament, she is not inferior to the noble woman of the capital sitting inside the brocade tent
The eyes of the crowd followed her hand holding the cup of tea and fell on another person in the tent, and as soon as they raised their eyes, they were all stunned.
In the big tent, a woman dressed in Xuan clothes and riding attire looks peaceful. Her eyes slightly downcast and her long hair slightly pulled back at the nape of her neck. Sitting lazily, but with a majestic air rarely seen in ordinary women.
With these demeanors, Anle, the lord of Anle Zhai, who grew up in the South of Jin, lived up to her reputation as a frontier girl.