Queen of flowers - Chapter 17

Yong Ruo looked at the wooden name post in front of her, and her mood became complicated again.

On the name post, a beautiful piece of white paper with a name that Yong Ruo could recognize “Feng Liao” on the upper part of the middle, and an address was written on the right side. There were hand-drawn red plum flowers on the white background, the color was extraordinarily beautiful, and the posture was extraordinarily cold and arrogant!

“This plum was painted by the Young master?”

“Yes! I am mediocre. I couldn’t show the beauty of plum flowers.”

Yong Ruo was silent.

After passing through, she had never seen any famous family post, but she had known about the Qing Dynasty’s famous posts in history in the past. She had never seen anyone draw a flower on a name post! Was that the custom of the world she was in, or was it ingenious? Or was it special?

She was not a slow person. So she believed that her feelings could not be wrong. This Feng Gongzi was interested in her!

After serious thought, she decided to clarify things to Feng Gongzi. Since she was unwilling to be a concubine, and she cannot marry him as a concubine, this relationship was destined to be fruitless. It was better to let go and break it as soon as possible while his feelings were not deep! That was better for him and her!

But what could she say?

First, if she wanted to reject a nobleman’s intentions, she must refuse before he expressed his feelings, otherwise, where would his face go? Secondly, the words of rejection must be positive and polite. It was better not to let the man realize that she knew his heart and was rejecting him. Instead, she should let him realize the huge gap between the two of them and make him retreat by himself!

It was a little difficult! But Yong Ruo felt that she had a chance to do so.

“What are you thinking about? You don’t like the plum blossoms I drew on the name post?” Feng Liao asked her.

“No!” Yong Ruo looked at the tree, and smiled reluctantly, “I remembered my mother. My mother’s temperament is just like this red plum. She is not afraid of the harsh world and is a proud person!”

She pulled the corner of her mouth and asked Feng Liao, “Do you remember what I told you? That I thought about becoming a concubine, but my mother didn’t want me to bend my knees as a slave again.”

Feng Liao said, “I don’t know about your mother. But I can say your temperament is like a red plum character-pretending to be a little red peach and apricot, but still lonely and thin.”

“Pretend to be a little red peach and apricot, still lonely and thin*.” Yong Ruo repeated the two poems lines and couldn’t help but smile slightly, and said, “You know me very well!”

“That’s how my mother is!” Yong Ruo said in a very sympathetic tone. “She has been a slave in a big family since she was a child. She has seen a lot of concubines in the backyard. Other girls have deliberately or unintentionally tried to be around the Young master, thinking about becoming a concubine or something. My mother was just the opposite. Whenever she got errands around the Young master, if she couldn’t hide, then she tried to be invisible. Everyone said that my mother was stupid. In fact she planned for the future, my mother always smiled. Later, my mother finally found an opportunity and asked for grace to redeem her and marry my father. “

With a faint smile on her face, “I once asked my mother: Why don’t you want to be a concubine? Even if you become a concubine, it’s still a concubine of a Nobel family. The days will be extraordinary. The main house had a better lifestyle. My mother said, “I can survive on my knees, but I don’t want to be on my knees all my life.”

In the last sentence, she spoke in an exceptionally high voice.

Feng Liao originally smiled and listened with interest. But after hearing the words “Can survive on her knees but she was unwilling to be on her knees”, the smile on his face faded away …

There was no blood on his delicate face!

Miao;-

Name Post: like name card made of wood or jade.

Pretend to be a little red peach and apricot, still lonely and thin:

A line from Three red plum is a poem written by the poet Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty. Poetry expresses his proud personality as he expresses his optimism and unwillingness to follow the wave.

Red plum blossoms open late alone; this is because they worry that their beautiful appearance would make others jealous. Therefore, they deliberately put on a pale pink-peach color. But plum branches remained lonely and thin, showing a strong posture after being tested by Frost and Snow.