Following the gaze of these people, Qi Yu discovered that there was a girl with excellent temperament sitting on the banquet.

The girl's black hair barely reaches her waist. Her snow-white skin and tenderness that makes people feel pity for her can easily make people feel protective.

Especially the girl's eyes were a little anxious and worried. Coupled with the girl's beautiful face, it seemed that the girl was the only one left in the world.

This is the first time Qi Yu has seen a girl as beautiful as Your Majesty.

But they are two completely different beauties from His Majesty.

A kind of poignant beauty, a kind of noble beauty.

The two are incomparable, but they are both unforgettable.

"Sure enough, Luo City has outstanding people." Qi Yu sighed, and then continued to listen to poetry and read those scholars.

Although girls are beautiful, their mission is more important.

Because the poetry garden had to end before the ice lanterns were released, the process was not so cumbersome. Soon, the last poem came.

The maid Xiaofang stepped forward timidly and bowed to everyone.

When he saw Xiaofang, Sikong Wangxing also raised his head and looked at Xiaofang with bright eyes.

The girl's bright eyes made those who looked at the girl lose their minds for a moment.

In fact, for Sikong Wangxing, if she hadn't wanted to hear Brother Lin's poems for the first time, the girl would have left the Poetry Garden to find Brother Lin.

"This poem was written by a teacher from Luocheng University." Xiaofang spoke slowly.

But just as Xiaofang finished speaking, there were whispers in the banquet.

The poems I wrote before were all written by Juren from Luocheng. In addition, they were at least famous talents, and the teachers at Luocheng University wrote poems...

Although the teachers in Luocheng are all Juren (except Lin Xun), they are almost all the kind of Juren who were not good enough in Chunwei and had no connections to fill the vacancy. They ended up teaching in Luocheng University.

But all the people here are determined to serve the country, contribute to this peaceful and prosperous era, and leave their names in history...

Hearing the faint discussion, Sikong Wangxing frowned slightly and felt very unhappy.

No matter how Brother Lin writes it, the girl has already decided that she must take down the original manuscript of this poem and put it next to her pillow every night.

"The title of this poem is "Qingyu Case" and the title is "Looking at the Stars"."

"Stargazing..."

As soon as the maid finished speaking, Wangxing was stunned for a moment, then her cheeks turned slightly red...

Could this poem be...

"It seems that this poem was specially written by Mr. Lin to Sister Wangxing."

Mrs. Wang smiled and held the little hand that was looking at the stars.

"Mrs. Wang...don't...don't tease Wangxing...how could Brother Lin..."

"Why not? Otherwise, where would the word 'Wangxing' come from?"

Seeing the shy look of the girl next to her, Mrs. Wang wanted to hold this delicate and beautiful girl in her arms immediately.

"Miss Wangxing, Miss Wangxing shouldn't be Mr. Lin's cousin."

Hearing Mrs. Wang's revelation, Wangxing's cheeks turned redder and she raised her head.

"Not only is she not Mr. Lin's cousin, Miss Wangxing must like Mr. Lin very much, right?"

"Mrs. Wang, look at the stars..."

"No need to explain." Mrs. Wang gently stroked Wangxing's long hair, "It's okay. If you like it, you just like it. Do you have to show that you don't like it if you like it? Why is it so?"

"But Brother Lin doesn't like Wangxing..."

"Really?" Mrs. Wang smiled slightly, "But so far, my husband said that Mr. Lin has only written one poem for Miss Qing'er, and today's poem is a poem for Miss Qing'er. The poem is for Miss Qing'er.

To Sister Wangxing, does Mr. Lin really not like Sister Wangxing?"

"Mrs. Wang..."

The girl who was already extremely embarrassed wanted to say something, but Mrs. Wang gently pressed her pink lips.

"Sister Wangxing, it's okay for a man to have three wives and four concubines. Is it that sister Qing'er doesn't allow Mr. Lin to marry his concubine, or is it that sister Wangxing refuses to truly tell Mr. Lin her inner thoughts?

But no matter what, let us first listen to this poem Mr. Lin wrote for Miss Wangxing."

Just as Mrs. Wang finished speaking, the maid Xiaofang nervously unfolded the rice paper in her hand and read out slowly.

The voice of the maid Xiaofang slowly spread in the courtyard.

The talented scholar, the young lady in the boudoir, or Master Qi of the Hanlin Academy sitting in the front all read out the words word by word and slowly sat upright.

When Xiaofang said the last word, Mr. Qi and the talented people in Shiyuan all stood up.

The girl stared blankly at the piece of rice paper with the poem written by him.

It seemed as if at this moment, the girl was standing in a dimly lit place, seeing him constantly looking for her. Finally, he suddenly looked back. People were coming and going on the roadside, but at this moment, both parties only had each other in their eyes.

...

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

"Really, I was really wrong."

"Woooo, you lie to me every time."

"I'm back now..."

"Uuuuuuuuah, you know how to bully me."

"Really, when the candle went dark and I reacted, you were gone. I kept looking for you."

"Liar, big pig's hoof, I don't believe it."

"Forget it if you don't believe me. Does your foot still hurt?"

"Hmm."

"Then let it hurt. It will hurt anyway, and you will get used to it after a while."

"Big bad guy!"

"Yeah, don't bite me. If you bite me again, I will leave you alone."

"Ah ah ah, I was wrong. I won't leave you alone. Let me go first..."

"Humph...bad guy..."

Lying on Lin Xun's shoulder, the girl pouted, but her eyes were blinking at Lin Xun's profile.

When Lin Xun returned to the haunted house to look for Zhuling, he found her hiding in a cabinet and shivering.

Lin Xun never expected that Zhuling would be so frightened by some of the props in the haunted house that she twisted her feet.

In the end, Lin Xun had no choice but to carry her out...

"Big bad guy, your hand!" Zhuling's cheeks turned red and she hit Lin Xun on the shoulder.

"Oh." Lin Xun moved his hand down from Zhuling's thigh angrily.

Lin Xun really didn't want to take advantage of her, but Lin Xun was thinking about how to run away and lost his mind.

Because after one more stick of incense, I have to put out the ice lanterns, and I don’t have time to spend time with Wangxing and Little White Rabbit anymore.

"Hey, little white rabbit, are your feet healed? Your Yaowanggu ointment is very effective, right?" Lin Xun asked as he walked, putting the little white rabbit on his back.

"Not yet...not yet." Zhu Ling said guiltily as she hooked her arm around Lin Xun's neck.

"How much longer?"

"No...don't know..."

"You don't want to walk, so you want me to carry you on purpose?"

"That's...that's not true."

"Then you come down and walk by yourself. If someone you know sees you, I won't be able to explain it."

"I don't want to..."

The little white rabbit's head was buried behind Lin Xun's back, looking angry, coquettish, and soft.
Chapter completed!