In the twinkling of an eye, it was time for the lantern festival. Even living in the purdah of Jiang's mansion, Jiang Nianjun felt the festive atmosphere. The right age maids in the mansion were all eager to try. They happily bought various beads from the salesmen in the back streets, wore them on their heads, wore sachets on their waists, and even wore bright colors on their upper bodies. Even some of the maids in the mansion who have extra money went to the Frost Pavilion to buy skin cream, applied it on their faces, and immediately their skin became white, tender and smooth.
Jiang Nianjun tried to persuade these maids, but he couldn't help it. More maids in the mansion even borrowed money to buy skin cream, presumably in order to become more beautiful. All women would be crazy.
On the day before New Year's Eve, Cui Shi took Jiang Sijun out of the Taoist Temple to kneel down before the Supreme Immortal. His plump body was dressed in thick red cotton padded clothes, which made Jiang Sijun look particularly attractive. After hugging Jiang Nianjun, Jiang Sijun followed Cui out of the door.
However, Jiang Nianjun has been staying in the boudoir and letting the maids dress up. The maids are full of ideas.
"Miss, try this flower floor skirt to make sure it will shine."
"No, no, no! Although it's beautiful and grand, people come and go at the Lantern Festival, and the floor skirt is not convenient for walking!"
"What about this one, eldest lady? It's the most suitable one with gold and hundreds of butterflies in it. In winter, hundreds of butterflies fly together."
"That one is not good. The patterns are too complicated. Try this plain snow silk skirt..."
After endless disputes, it was finally decided that Jiang Nianjun was dressed in a flowered silk skirt, a hair bun, a jewel blue pearl hairpin, a jasper Teng flower pendant on his waist, and a light powder on his face. The whole person was more beautiful, fresh, elegant and popular than the previous heavy makeup.
After dressing up, Jiang Nianjun handed the house to Yongqi and Shuyi to take care of it, took Suqin and Zhihua out and sat in the sedan chair.
The street is already bustling with people, lighting up everywhere, guessing riddles and buying lanterns, and peddlers are calling out young boys and girls who come and go, and the little ladies who buy masks and veils are also loudly soliciting business. Children are chasing and playing with lanterns, and several artists are preparing to stage a play. On the way, young boys and girls with veils or masks come and go, Many bold young men will come forward to flirt with each other for a few words, which will attract the girls to laugh and scold. There are also young men and girls who walk in company with each other. That's the right way to look at the flower street. It is estimated that if parents do not object, they will become a couple of mandarin ducks.
Jiang Nianjun looked at the bustling scene through the bridge curtain. This was the folk lantern festival. How lively it was. He couldn't help thinking of the lantern festival in Xingyun Pavilion and Yinyue Pavilion. In contrast, the lantern festival with the gathering of dignitaries was so cold and smokeless. However, on second thought, it is also true that where can the marriage of powerful families be as free as that of the people? More importantly, the marriage should be decided after the family matches and the pros and cons are weighed. If the married person is not the one you love, how uncomfortable is it after marriage? It is better not to contact too much at the beginning to avoid such sad things in the future. Therefore, the Lantern Festival is similar to an ordinary party. Young gentlemen gather together to recite poems and drink music, while young ladies gather to discuss rouge, gouache or poetry, lyrics and songs. At most, they go on stage to show their talents, so as to be famous and improve their reputation, and there will not be too many perfect couples.
"Here we are, madam." The sedan chair bearer said respectfully outside.
Zhihua is the first to get off the carriage and move the low stool. Suqin puts on the veil for Jiang Nianjun and helps him get off the carriage. As soon as Jiang Nianjun got off the bus, he heard a warbler saying, "Brother Hong!"
Jiang Nian turned his head sideways and saw a pretty girl chasing a dude in plain white and brocade.
Jiang Nianjun sneered. She recognized the voice. It was not Wang Qiqi. She had known the Third Prince so early. No wonder she regarded him as the object of her hand and could not be coveted by others. No wonder she had been opposed by her in previous lives. On second thought, however, I didn't know the Third Prince. Why was Wang Qiqi still targeting me at the Plum Blossom Feast?
When they were puzzled, the Third Prince turned to look at Wang Qiqi, nodded and smiled at her, and said something in a low voice like the spring breeze. Wang Qiqi stopped and bowed to the Third Prince. They said something. Suddenly, a young man came to Wang Qiqi. The young man said something to the Third Prince. Jiang Nianjun was far away and could not hear it clearly, Finally, Wang Qiqi was taken away by the youth.
Looking at Jiang Nianjun looking at Wang Qiqi, Suqin came forward, "Big lady, look at the figure of Wang Qiqi, the daughter of Zhenguo Marquis's Residence. I saw her at the Plum Blossom Feast that day."
Jiang Nianjun nodded, "Who pulled her away?"
Zhihua replied, "It should be Wang Zhexuan, the eldest son of the Wang family. Wang Zhecheng and Wang Qiqi, the second sons of the Wang family, are twins. Unfortunately, Wang Zhecheng was born a fool. He has never been out of the Zhenguo Mansion since he was born. Wang Zhehui, the youngest son, is still a babbling child."
Su Qin couldn't help looking at Zhihua and was surprised. Did the girl always go out to listen to gossip?
More miraculously, Jiang Nianjun nodded in appreciation and said to Zhihua, "Well done." Su Qin couldn't help thinking that the eldest lady likes to know these things?
Zhihua smiled proudly and continued to gossip
Jiang Nianjun could not help admiring, "This is really powerful among the children of many failed aristocratic families! I don't know which girl is lucky for such a person?"
Zhihua smiled and said, "Well, Wang Zhexuan is not married yet. I don't know which girl is lucky."
Jiang Nianjun and Suqin were surprised. "Not married yet?"
"Yes, I heard that it is necessary to make contributions to get married, maybe it is a princess!" Zhihua finally lowered his voice, and never dared to discuss openly and honestly about matters involving the family of heaven.
Jiang Nianjun smiled. He knew that Hua Hua was a little servant girl and didn't understand the affairs of the imperial court. He thought it was great to marry a princess from the Tianjia family, but he knew much more about being the princess of Jin in his previous life. The Zhenguo Marquis's Residence is a powerful residence, and it does not need to rely on the Princess Shang to stabilize its position. Moreover, there is no princess with a noble mother in the harem. In addition, even the Princess Shang will not find a legitimate eldest son, because as a prince in law, he cannot have real power in the court, and has no real power when he has no name. So many ambitious aristocratic princes do not want to honor the Princess.
So which girl did Wang Zhexuan marry in the end? Jiang Nianjun frowned and remembered, suddenly he was enlightened. That's right! It's Princess Mingling Chen Jingyan! At the Plum Blossom Feast, why did Princess Ling help Wang Qiqi everywhere? That makes sense. After all, she is the future sister-in-law and should be flattered. Jiang Nianjun sneered. Princess Mingling was quick witted and resourceful. She was bullied by Wang Qiqi in her last life. It was no surprise that Princess Mingling had planned it.