Becoming The Real Rich Daughter After Divorce

nto dropping leaves, and an ancient sorrow fills Heaven and Earth, even the steps of clouds are strewn with hurdles on the Moon grounds.
Although the boats go searching to and fro, they rarely meet among the stars a single soul.
Only once in a year over the vast Starry River, the magpies gather on a bridge for the lovers, the Cowherd with his Weaver Girl, a moment together.
The rest of the year they’re apart from each other, as today, an endless struggle like the weather.
Nothing stays, rain or wind, sunshine or pleasure”

When Qiao Jinniang heard this poem, she couldn’t help being amazed by Zhou Qinghe’s talent again, but she felt that it was not very suitable for the occasion.
The Qixi Festival came from the legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

However, since in Datang, the Qixi Festival had always been a festival for girls, people would only mention the Weaver Girl but not the Cowherd.

Besides, why did she write a poem full of melancholy and sadness when it was such a lively and cheerful festival?

And how did she come up with the line “the crickets in grasses startle the parasol trees into dropping leaves’ on such an occasion?

Shouldn’t poems be inspired by emotion?

Even if Zhou Qinghe had been separated from her husband for a long time due to the flood and she missed her husband during the Qixi Festival, the poem shouldn’t start with “the crickets in grasses startle the parasol trees into dropping leaves” anyway.

It was not that she couldn’t write cheerful poems.
Qiao Jinniang still remembered the line of her poem “Row the boat, row the boat! Startle a beach of gulls”.

Many girls took down the poem Zhou Qinghe just made, silently reading with relish.

Some girls even shed tears when they heard this poem.
“Alas, I cried for the beautiful love between Zhou Qinghe and her husband again! I hope the Weaver Girl can bless Zhou Qinghe to reunite with her husband soon.”

“There is always a man in Zhou Qinghe’s poems.
She must love that man much, but I don’t know where the man is gone?”

Fulu said angrily, “What a stupid poem! Although I don’t know how to make poems, I know “the crickets in grasses startle the parasol trees into dropping leaves” describes the scene in a silent night.
But is it silent now?

“It’s obviously very lively now!”

As soon as Fulu said so, she immediately annoyed all the girls.

“This is obviously an excellent poem.
Your Highness, don’t comment on something you don’t understand.”

Zhou Shihui looked at Fulu smugly.

Qiao Lu took Fulu’s hand and said, “Although it is a good poem, it doesn’t suit the occasion.
What Princess Fulu said was not wrong.”

Zhou Shihui frowned and said, “Senior Brother, with your talent in literature, I think you know how good my mother’s poem is.
How can you help Princess Fulu and lie through your teeth?”

Qiao Lu said, “You have been driven out of Qingming Academy.
Don’t call me senior brother again!”

Cold-shouldered by Qiao Lu, Zhou Shihui was very depressed.
She remembered how well Senior Brother treated her before.

Senior Brother must have been coerced by Fulu to be so cold to her.

The crowd went to the place where the Clever Fruit competition was held.
Clever Fruit should not only look good, but should also taste delicious, and although this was the case, there were still many girls who came to participate in it.

Clever Fruit needed to be fried, so there were many oil cauldrons on the arena, which were full of hot bubbling oil.

As soon as Qiao Jinniang arrived here, she heard a scream.
It turned out that someone had knocked over a frying cauldron, and the hot oil sprinkled over a girl’s face.

This was no small matter, and Qiao Jinniang hurriedly asked the accompanying imperial doctor to treat the girl.

This competition had to be halted.

“It was Mr.
Xie’s granddaughter who knocked the frying cauldron over!”

Mr.
Xie was the president of Qingming College and had students all over the country.

His granddaughter, Xie Xiangxiang, was seventeen years old.
With a red mole between her eyebrows, she looked quite pretty.

This was the first time she came to the ceremony of the Qixi Festival.
Scared, she kept retreating.
When she saw Zhou Shihui, she hurriedly ran to her and took her hand, asking for her help, “Sister Shihui, I didn’t mean it.
I just accidentally knocked the cauldron over.”

Zhou Shihui gently flicked Xie Xiangxiang’s hand away.
“But they all saw that you did it.”

Zhou Shihui hated Xie Xiangxiang.
She was not even a student of Qingming Academy, but she could play with Qiao Lu all the time.

What annoyed Zhou Shihui even more was that she also had a red mole between the eyebrows just like Qiao Lu.

Seeing this scene, Qian Yin who accompanied Princess Shou’an and Prince Consort Qin to have fun in Xuanwu Street quickly went over and rolled up her sleeve regardless of etiquette.
As expected, he saw a peach blossom-shaped birthmark on her wrist and he exclaimed, “Xiangxiang!”