A silver needle entered the body, and a force instantly spread from the waist to the entire body. The originally weak and trembling legs were instantly filled with energy.
"Brother Mo Han, your complete recovery is a blessing for the people of Southern Chu, and also to congratulate you and my sister on your new marriage. I have specially prepared a song!"
Feng Ruoyan said charmingly, gazing at Ling Mo Han with infatuation, completely ignoring everyone else.
Feng Jin rolled her eyes. What a beautiful white lotus.
These tricks would only fool men as dull as pigs.
"I thank my sister on behalf of Mo Han. I haven't heard any music for a long time either, so I'll trouble you to perform, Sister!"
Feng Ruoyan's lips twitched involuntarily, and her heavily made-up face showed a fierce crack.
Bitch, she was treating her like a singing girl.
If it weren't for the presence of others, she would have scratched Feng Jin's face to pieces.
"Yan'er, the Third Prince is also here, so sing a song!"
Sun Shi, worthy of being an old white lotus, was thorough and smooth in her dealings.
"Yes, Mother!"
Ling Ruoyan smiled gracefully and looked at Chu Yanxi with shyness, not forgetting to give him a flirtatious glance.
Ling Ruoyan's fingers moved, and a melodious tune filled the air.
When the song ended, Chu Yanxi praised enthusiastically, "Ruoyan's song is truly a melody from heaven, rarely heard on earth!"
Feng Jin rolled her eyes. Such a sycophant. It disgusted her so much that the lychee in her hand suddenly lost its appeal.
"Thank you, Third Prince, for your praise. Ruoyan is unworthy!"
A white lotus paired with a sycophant, a match made in heaven.
"Sister Ruoyan's zither music lingers in the air. I wonder how skilled sister-in-law's zither playing is?"
Ling Yan provocatively looked at Feng Jin. As far as she knew, Feng Jin was sent to a rural estate at the age of six and could barely recognize a few characters, let alone play the zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting. She wanted to watch Feng Jin make a fool of herself in front of everyone.
"I am a country girl, I don't know these mundane things!"
Feng Jin said frankly and righteously.
However, Feng Jin's frankness left Ling Yan speechless. She had prepared a whole speech, but she never expected Feng Jin to directly say she didn't know. Such an unpredictable move made her wonder how thick Feng Jin's skin was.
"Then, sister-in-law, do you know poetry? How about we exchange couplets? If you lose, you'll have to drink a cup of wine!"
One plan failed, so she came up with another. She refused to believe that she couldn't deal with Feng Jin today.
Feng Jin was about to refuse again when the man beside her agreed for her.
"Then let's exchange couplets!"
Feng Jin frowned, "Who told you to agree!" Hadn't he asked for her opinion?
"I'm helping you, don't worry!"
Ling Mo Han knew Ling Yan's personality well. If she didn't agree to something today, she wouldn't give up.
"Then I'll go first. A stream of water, green. Sister-in-law, you can match it!"
"A thousand trees of fallen flowers, red."
Feng Jin said fluently. Such an elementary-level couplet, and she still dared to show off in front of her. They said Feng Jin couldn't even recognize a few characters, so how could she match it so perfectly? This must be a coincidence. "Curtains rolled, flower rain dripped."
"Sweeping stones, bamboo shade moves."
"Let me give one." Ling Muzhu, seeing Ling Yan unable to handle it, stood up and said, "A few sparse shadows, a thousand autumn colors." He refused to believe that Feng Jin could match this too.
"A wisp of east wind, ten thousand households in spring." Feng Jin said lazily.
"You must have cheated! My cousin must have taught you, otherwise you wouldn't be able to answer!"
The slap in the face came too quickly. Ling Muzhu couldn't accept the result and insisted that Feng Jin had cheated.
Feng Jin snorted coldly and whispered in Ling Mo Han's ear, "Your family is truly interesting."
Ling Mo Han's face turned dark. This boy, spoiled by his second uncle, had become lawless. "Muzhu, no fooling around."
"Cousin, she cheated!"
"Do you have any proof that I cheated? Otherwise, I'll give a couplet. If you can match it, then I'll admit I cheated."
"You say it!" He didn't believe a country girl could come up with any difficult couplets.
"One lone boat, two merchants, three four five six sailors, hoisting seven eight sails, down nine rivers, and another ten miles."
Ling Muzhu's face stiffened, and he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
"This couplet of yours must be fabricated. How could there be an answer?"
Ling Yan and Ling Muzhu were indeed born of the same parents. Their ability to backtrack and slander was equally outstanding.
"That's right, you fabricated it!" Ling Muzhu added in agreement.
"Sister Ruoyan, you are the number one talented woman in Southern Chu. Can you match it?" Ling Yan turned to Feng Ruoyan.
"I haven't heard of it either." This Ling Yan was incompetent and only made things worse, drawing the matter to herself. If she couldn't match it, she would lose the title of the number one talented woman.
"Even Sister Ruoyan said she hasn't seen it, so your couplet must have no answer!" Ling Yan said with full confidence at this moment.
"What if I can match it?"
"If the young madam of Ling's family can match it, just say it. Why make a bet? This is just for fun!" Chu Yanxi intervened to protect her, also to win Feng Ruoyan's favor.
Feng Jin looked coldly at Chu Yanxi. This Third Prince, while appearing polite and courteous on the surface, was actually sharp-tongued and cunning, not at all like he appeared.
"Third Prince, your words are too biased, aren't they? Doesn't that make it unfair? Rumor has it that the Third Prince is the most just for his humility and is even known as the Virtuous Prince. I wonder if this is true?"
"Of course." Chu Yanxi had spent years cultivating a good reputation, so he wouldn't lose face over such a small matter. "I always uphold justice in my actions." For someone like Chu Yanxi, who valued his reputation the most, he was easiest to manipulate in such situations.
"Ling Yan, can you match it?"
"I... I can't!" Ling Yan said through gritted teeth.
"I don't think anyone present can match it. Young Madam Ling, please tell us the answer." Chu Junyan was very curious about the final answer.
"Ten miles of road, nine miles of fragrance, eight seven six five numbered wheels, although traveling on a four-three-year-old path, only two days, better than a year."
Feng Jin said calmly. This couplet was given to her by an old man. She had spent three whole days studying it before coming up with the answer. For them, they would probably rack their brains and still not figure it out.
Everyone present was surprised and excited. Such a tricky and peculiar couplet actually had an answer.
"It's so well-matched!" Chu Junyan, who always loved poetry, was immediately interested and praised, "Indeed, it's marvelous! The upper line goes from one to ten, and the lower line goes from ten to one. One reversed, one forward, truly just!"
"Young Madam is truly a talented woman, I am impressed!" Feng Ruoyan had always been known as the number one talented woman in Southern Chu. In his opinion, few people present could match Feng Jin's talent. Such a beautiful woman paired with a young general was truly a match made in heaven.