Jiang Pengji did not intend to show herself. Naturally, she would not let others discover her traces. She kept a sneer on her lips as she listened to the man and woman being lovey-dovey to each other. Due to the obstacles of reality, they had to go their separate ways and forget about each other.
To be honest, a more active gossiper could write a short story about sadomasochistic love in minutes.
Jiang Pengji lifted her eyelids. All kinds of sadomasochistic love stories had popped up in the streaming room. Some experienced players who were proficient in all kinds of romantic plots could accurately guess the conversation between Princess An Yina and Wuma Jun. They echoed each other. It was simply … a trap.
If it were not for the situation, Jiang Pengji would have laughed out loud.
People who thought they were smart were always the stupidest. In a sense, the man and woman below were a perfect match.
Jiang Pengji was happy to watch a good show, but the audience in the streaming room did not quite understand.
Canteen Dafan Auntie: "Granny, isn't Wuma Jun your sister's future husband? He's cheating on you in front of you. Don't you have any temper? I'm looking forward to your sister complex acting up and beating up Wuma Jun and his little mistress. "
Not only was the audience looking forward to it, but the entire audience in the streaming room was looking forward to it.
They had long been accustomed to Jiang Pengji's unreasonable and protective style. Even if she was a concubine's sister, in ancient times, she would be the daughter of a concubine or an illegitimate daughter or a mistress in modern times. However, this was ancient times. Concubine's daughters also had human rights. It was justifiable.
They did not think about how Jiang Pengji would fight for justice for the daughter born of a concubine. However, Wuma Jun was having sex with another woman in broad daylight before marrying her. He was a jerk. According to the streamer's temperament, she would definitely come forward and beat him up.
Jiang Pengji smiled. After testing Liu She in Changqing Alley, she had basically figured out the identity of the daughter born of a concubine in the manor.
In other words, the daughter born of a concubine was not on the same side as the Liu family from the moment she was born. It was impossible for them to be on the same side in the future.
As for "sibling love" or "brotherly love," there was no trace of it at all.
Liu She had taken this into consideration. He had secretly instructed the second wife and Madam Die to separate Liu Xi from the daughter born of a concubine.
They had never interacted with each other before, so naturally, there was no relationship between them.
Liu She knew that the mistress's daughter had an unusual identity and was most likely on the opposite side. Liu She intended to marry the mistress's daughter to Wuma Jun. It was obvious that he had dug a trap for the kid to jump into … Under such circumstances, Jiang Pengji still stood up for the mistress's daughter. She had nothing better to do.
Host V: "You want to mess with Wuma Jun and An Yina? Heh, it was only a matter of time.
The path that Jiang Pengji wanted to take, these two were stumbling blocks. Perhaps they were small gravel or pebbles. Sooner or later, she had to kick them away.
However, the reason couldn't be to vent his anger for a concubine sister who had nothing to do with him.
Obviously, the audience in the streaming room liked to join in the fun without using their brains. No one could tell that Jiang Pengji was playing with words.
Princess An Yina watched Wuma Jun leave the rockery affectionately. She stayed where she was and carefully cleaned up her appearance. Then, she left with a normal expression. Jiang Pengji continued to sit there, unmoving like a mountain. After a few breaths, An Yina, who had already left, returned.
Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows. The princess, who was expected by the royal family of the Northern borderline, was quite capable.
An Yina didn't notice her, but she was very suspicious. She pretended to walk far away and quietly turned back to take a look.
When An Yina's aura was completely gone, Jiang Pengji jumped off the rockery with ease.
The ventilation there was smooth. The aura left by the couple's mischief was so weak that it was almost undetectable. However, for Jiang Pengji, whose five senses were different from ordinary people, her nose was filled with a strange smell. She frowned slightly, and there was some disgust and contempt in her eyes.
She slightly controlled her five senses, and the nauseating aura became much lighter.
She took off another perfume pouch from her waist and sniffed it gently. Only then did she feel better.
Wuma Jun and An Yina left one after another. Jiang Pengji chose another winding path and left the rockery after making several turns.
It was a special day. The garden, which was usually quiet, was more lively. Many noble ladies, who were gorgeously dressed and exquisitely dressed, were touring the garden together. Their eyebrows or foreheads were decorated with delicate and delicate red flower ornaments. The bright red color made the skin around them look even fairer and more delicate.
The current atmosphere in Dongqing was not too closed. Although men and women touring together would be criticized, it was not a big deal.
Therefore, apart from these noble ladies who were more beautiful than flowers, there were many young men in elegant clothes in the garden, beside the waterside pavilion, and in the gazebo.
Out of tacit understanding, both parties were clearly separated. Even if they were familiar with each other, they would only look at each other from afar, separated by a small forest or a cluster of flowers. They would quickly look away … The evaluation day was not only related to the future of the noble sons' officialdom, but it might also affect their marriage.
Jiang Pengji was naturally a "noble son," but she was still young.
She was still young and small in stature, but her facial features were very distinctive. She was more feminine yet full of heroic spirit. After a few years, when she had completely grown up and gained some scholarly honors and fame, this was the image of a husband in the eyes of many aristocratic ladies.
The most important thing was that she had to be handsome!
It was not masculine, but a beauty that was mixed with the gentleness of a woman. It was best if her gender was indistinguishable. Not only that, her figure had to be tall and thin, her temperament had to be as gentle as jade, and she had to treat people gently. She had to be knowledgeable and talented.
Avoiding the path that the noble ladies took, Jiang Pengji looked around and went to the octagonal pavilion that was on a higher ground.
Standing there and looking into the distance, those with better eyesight could see the scholars who were participating in the evaluation.
When she went over, there were already three unfamiliar men sitting in the octagonal pavilion. Jiang Pengji did not know them, so she just nodded politely.
They did not mind Jiang Pengji coming over to disturb them. Instead, they smiled and turned their heads to continue chatting with their friends.
The fallen petals were in profusion. The falling petals moved with the wind and covered the ground. Hundreds of scholars were scattered along the riverside and in the small forest. Graceful maids shuttled back and forth while carrying fine wine and delicacies. Occasionally, the sound of elegant music could be heard.
Jiang Pengji and the audience in the streaming room were silent. Their expressions were subtle.
How could this be called an examination?
Oh, no, this was an evaluation.
Laosiji Lianmeng: "I probably went to a fake school."
Saoxiang Huashi Si Lu Si: "I probably met a group of fake teachers."
Sanzhisongshu Ningshi: "I probably did a bunch of fake test papers."
Bingtang Lemon Guotang: "I probably entered a fake examination hall."
Jiang Pengji: "…"
Separated by such a distance, others could only see a blurry figure, but it was different for Jiang Pengji. She could see all kinds of people.
At that moment, Wei Ci's bun was slightly different. He raised his hand and touched it. A blooming beauty's sleep fell on top of his head.
The beauty's sleep only bloomed in autumn and winter. The colder it was, the more beautiful it was when it bloomed. Its fragrance assailed one's nostrils.
He looked at the flower and was slightly lost in thought. Not knowing what he was recalling, his expression became a little bitter.
At that moment, he seemed to have sensed someone's gaze. He quietly looked over.
Even though he could only see a blurry figure, how could he not recognize it?
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