Wei San said: "Hearing the lotus leaf wrapped jade flower, pouring green people from the immortal family. What a wonderful pair of hands!"

  What does it mean? It means that he listened to the song, and in front of him appeared a rolled-up white lotus flower with leaves, and the person pouring tea was from the immortal who came down from the fairy.

  Although Mozi couldn't recall many ancient poems before his previous life, he had read extensively in the army and was naturally familiar with poetry, so he could still understand it when he heard it.

  This was a compliment on her beautiful hands, but Mozi heard it and became completely unhappy.

  In ancient times, there were many rules for wives and concubines at home, but some dignified men outside loved elegance, especially scholars. They would recite poems on the spot to show off their talents when they saw beautiful scenery. If they used poetry to praise women, it was not only polite but also a high-level compliment. However, such women were often courtesans or singing and dancing girls from wealthy families who had to be evaluated by men.

  Mozi was unhappy, not because he felt his status had been lowered, but because Wei San's half-verse of the small order made the protective color he carefully applied lose its effect.

  She was shocked, surprised, regretful, embarrassed, and couldn't continue pouring tea, nor could she withdraw her hand.

  Wei Er Hao Mai burst out laughing and said, "Old Three, you're the busiest among us. You listen to music, recite poetry... even a servant girl serving tea has become a fairy maiden."

  Everyone is delighted.

  Wei San, the literary official, felt a bit embarrassed at this moment. He glared at Wei Er and then said to Qiu Si, "The tea is good, and the music is good, which has inspired me to compose poetry. I was rude to your maid, please forgive me."

  Qiu Si's gaze slowly moved away from those jade-like hands, no wonder Wei San hummed a little tune. Snowy white and skin smooth, watery shadow and bone beauty. Always thought that only being soft and boneless was beautiful, but looking at these hands today, they are unforgettable at first sight.

  "What words are these from the master? The master can praise her with such good words, it's her blessing." He smiled humbly at Wei San and then quickly left in a hurry, "Little servant girl, don't you thank the master yet?"

  Since becoming the protagonist of the word, Mozi's head has been low and unwilling to lift. Should she also thank the person who found trouble for herself? She was so angry that she almost got internal injuries.

  "Thank you, sir, for the verse." It was only half a short poem, not an extraordinary masterpiece. Mozi first muttered to himself, then bowed and retreated two steps.

  Wei San Yuan originally wanted to see the owner of this wonderful hand, but unexpectedly Ya Huan had already retreated behind him and it was only natural that he didn't dare turn his head back.

  Qiu Si was satisfied with Mo Zi's attitude of advancing and retreating at the right time, but because she couldn't see her face clearly, she became more and more curious in her heart.

  Just when I thought this small matter was over, someone had to stir up trouble.

  "My family does not rely on it."

  Who? What can't be relied on! Mozi raised her head, and her bright eyes were filled with the beauty of spring.

  Qiu Si looked straight at him. It turned out that his hands were beautiful, and his eyes were even more beautiful. But he remained expressionless, just like everyone else, turning his gaze to look at someone who was not reliable.

  That person is the most outstanding singer who just sang a little ditty.

  "Xiu Zhu, if you admire Wei's scholarship, I can redeem your contract and send you to him instead. How about that?" said Qiao Si casually.

  He had just been talking to Wei Dawei, but he noticed that Wei San was staring at Xiuzhu with a look of infatuation.

  Jiao Si said so, and everyone was stunned again.

  Xiu Zhu's face turned pale. She was Jiu Si's lover, relying on her pampering to be arrogant, but she didn't expect that as soon as Jiu Si opened his mouth, he would give her away. Thinking about how she had begged and pleaded with Jiu Si every day, he wasn't willing to ransom her. Now, in order to please others, the words "ransom" were spoken so lightly. It's really like Mother said, one can't have feelings for a guest, because guests are all heartless rogues.

  Wei San shook his head and waved his hand, "Worthy nephew, absolutely not. I still have filial piety to uphold, how can I take a concubine?"

  Mozi thought to himself, could it be that Wu Xiao is innocent and I've wronged him?

  "Third brother, I think you're afraid of your wife." Wei Er stroked his beard and came to tease, "My younger sister is unbearable, she controls him so much that he doesn't dare have a small concubine in the house until now."

  "Shu Niang is very magnanimous and broad-minded, she's a virtuous helper to her brother." Wei San seems to have deep feelings for his wife, not allowing Wei San to slander her.

  "Why don't you take one back and try? I guarantee that within three days, the younger brother and sister will be driven out of the house." Wei Er laughed loudly.

  He La Wei Da came to support him, "Big brother, am I right?"

  It stands to reason that such household matters should not be discussed outside. However, men talking about women and women talking about men is an eternal phenomenon.

  Wei Da was actually quite embarrassed and repeatedly said: "A family scandal, a family scandal."

  Not marrying a concubine is a family shame? Mozi's heart burns with a third fire.

  "The grown-up doesn't want me, I suppose it's because my face is ugly and can't compare to those twin lotus flowers with slender fingers." Xiuzhu was originally heartbroken due to Qiu Si's lack of affection, but now she had also lost face due to Wei San's rejection. She was considered the number one songstress in Hongliu Fang, with both talent and beauty, and couldn't bear men not being fond of her.

  Wei San suddenly became hoarse at this time.

  How can it be subtle?

  Qiu Si's thick eyebrows were furrowed together.

  Deep purple sweat drips down, but fortunately Qiu Si can distinguish between right and wrong, and he wants to send her away.

  Xiu Zhu saw Wei San speechless, and a competitive heart arose, "I won't accept it. I started learning at the age of ten, and I'm proficient in all four arts - zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. I can be called a good companion for gentlemen. Can it be that I'm not as good as a little maid who only has a pair of skilled hands to serve tea and water? Please ask this maid to perform one of her skills, if she can surpass me, I'll have no complaints."

  She has complaints and finds her own match. What to do when she has complaints? Mozi never looks down on women of humble origin, but this Xiuzhu is really boring to the extreme.

  Mozi couldn't have known about the relationship between Xiu Zhu and Qiu Si, but when she was rejected by Wei San and couldn't swallow her pride, she found herself in a lowly position, which suited her purpose of flattering him.

  "Oh? This is interesting!" Wei Er said with a burst of energy, "One is a red card songstress and the other is a large estate's maid, comparing their talents, unheard of, but indeed interesting. Let me make a small bet, how about it? Come on, everyone, please place your bets."

  Weiyi is a merchant, unlike Weida who is the head of the family, nor like Weisan who holds an official position through imperial examination, his words are as loud as a strong wind, and his interests are also profitable.

  Mozzie originally thought Weier was straightforward and one of the few people who appreciated Qiang Sanniang's abilities, which wasn't bad. But it turned out he liked to join in on the excitement, leaving her at a loss.

  If she could speak equally, she would remind them that the old master of the Wei family is watching from above, don't forget about filial piety. Listening to Qu Kai's words, Wei San is still an official, isn't he setting a bad example?

  "One or two silver coins to start, five at most. The left hand side bets on Xiu Zhu winning, the right hand side bets on that girl winning. Our family is still in mourning, can't bet big." Wei Er slammed his hand on the table and stood up, one foot on a chair, really having the air of a master gambler.

  I don't know if these people are too bored with their daily lives or if this generation is just too boring overall. Qiu Si, Wei Da, and Wei San didn't move, but the others surprisingly took out silver ingots of various sizes and placed them to the left of Wei Er.

  Xiu Zhu's face showed a hint of color.

  "Wei Erlaoye, can we place our bets?" asked several singing girls behind Xiu Zhu, giggling.

  "Good, good, the more people the merrier." Wei Er hurriedly invited them over.

  A handful of silver coins, each one pressed into Wei Er's left hand.

  "What's the point of this gamble? It's all one-sided!" A game where the house either loses or wins big.

  "Wei Er pointed at her and asked, 'Girl, what's your name? Quickly give me a good name to start with, so my big brother, third brother, and your family's fourth young master can all support you.'"

  Purple ink does not respond.

  Don't want to answer, can't answer.

  She answered, and her peaceful life for half a year was about to be disrupted.

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