"Here." Chang Yue seemed to be paying attention to Ling Jue, so that he was seen by Chang Yue as soon as he leaned up from the water.

"When will the poetry meeting begin?" He got on the shore wet, and at this time Chang Yue was standing among the three people waiting for him.

Gu Minglang took a chin, and soon the servant he accompanied handed Ling Jue's robe and a dry veil: "The beginning of Xu hour, today is more prosperous than in previous years, and it is estimated that the end of Hai hour."

"Yes." This is also good, at least it is enough in terms of time.

"Let's go to the corridor to sit first. I think the people coming should be almost there." Chang Yue took the lead and joined the ranks first.

Ling Jue is not unfamiliar with this place, but his identity is Lin Mu who just came here. It is hard to get out of the three of them and act alone.

The four of them sat in one after another, and Ling Jue sat next to Chang Yue, trying to choose a place with a wider range of vision.

This is an opportunity. From the small, it is not difficult to see the complexities of Luo Ting and Gan Yu.

During this period, people kept coming to toast and greet each other. At this time, Chang Yue must be the most popular and the one who speaks the most.

Gu Minglang and Wang Xingzhi sat beside him. In order not to prevent Chang Yue from coming down the table, they could only say hello to each other and meet each other.

At this time, a man in the only dress of a scholar who was out of place with everyone came forward: "Brother Chang, Brother Gu, Brother Wang."

Wang Xingzhi was still the one who couldn't stand the most: "Since you are here, what about Yang Youlin? Where are others?"

Yang Youlin? All of them are what Chang Yue said, "Who is the classmate named Yang?"

Ling Jue never spoke in this battlefield where he was tense and could not see blood. In the eyes of others, he seemed to have made a complete decision with all the noise outside.

But in fact, Ling Jue's heart had never left here for a moment. He looked around and listened to all directions, and did not dare to slack off and let go of any corner.

The scholar lowered his head, not knowing whether he was ashamed of Wang Xingzhi's chastity or because of the embarrassment brought by Wang Xingzhi.

Finally, Chang Yue spoke out and broke the deadlock: "That's it, he is not Yang Youlin."

As soon as this said, the scholar bowed and hurriedly left the four people in front of him.

Now it was a good opportunity to inquire, and Ling Jue approached: "Isn't this a poetry gathering with famous artists? Why are there such scholars? Judging from his expression, he seems to be very down and out?"

Ling Jue's words were held in his heart for a long time. He knew very well that although Chang Yue was a child of an eunuch, he looked down on the playboy from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, it is no longer of any argument to be regarded as a despicable person. At that time, who can escape the hat of a playboy in the family of officials and tycoons?

But Chang Yue doesn't want to be such a person.

Since it is not convenient to mention the words "poverty, sorrow, wealth and honor" in front of Chang Yue, then just avoid it.

Even if Chang Yue hesitated in front of Ling Jue, he never concealed it: "He and Yang Youlin are in the same group. At that time, Gan Yu and the others joined forces to drive me out of Yunju Academy."

"Enough!" Gu Minglang suddenly said in a deep voice, and his eyes that were casting over seemed to be illuminating: "Chang Yue, this kind of thing hurts every time. Why do you have to expose your own scars?"

Chang Yue shook his head: "The scar will heal one day, it's okay. When you were in the hot spring just now, you didn't say anything, and I guessed that you wanted to calm down."

"But……"

Wang Xingzhi took over the conversation: "But you have to understand that even if you and I do not hide from us, trouble will come to us automatically."

After going through this, Gu Minglang sighed, but he did not stop him any longer.

Only Chang Yue's voice sounded in his ears without being high or low: "To be honest, this matter is actually quite complicated. In short, Liang Yuan and Yang Youlin designed to deceive me and trap me in stealing."

Thefting act is combined with what Wang Xingzhi said before and they don’t know each other.

Ling Jue had already made a rough guess about the situation at that time: "He framed you for stealing, and Brother Xingzhi came to ask you for an explanation. At this time, Brother Minglang stood up and talked to you. Is that true?"

Chang Yue's eyes lit up and he laughed: "Lin Mu, you are such a god. The thing is almost what you said."

"Then Liang Yuan?" Ling Jue persevered, and even if he went astray, he would try his best to bring it back.

"The sun sets in Liang Yuan's family for a long time, and he is a devastating nobleman. His family wants to turn over with the Yang family. This is a fact of confession." Chang Yue often wonders, is Liang Yuan willing?

Liang Yuan flattered Yang Youlin for the sake of his family power. Fortunately, Yang Youlin was also a scholar after all and did not make things too difficult for Liang Yuan in other matters.

There is a unique point where Liang Yuan became a powerful weapon to defeat Chang Yue under the battle between several forces.

"This hot spring farm is the private property of the Yang family." Speaking of this, Chang Yue's face showed a kind of contempt that Ling Jue had never seen on his face.

Although it is contempt, it has a bit of the arrogance that scholars create, which is not annoying at all. Instead, it makes people unable to help but feel a bit impressed in their hearts.

Wang Xingzhi suddenly raised his neck and poured a few big mouthfuls of wine before the poetry meeting started: "What can this farmhouse be the private property of the Yang family?"

Ling Jue and Chang Yue both knew that Wang Xingzhi's sudden anger was not because of what they said, but because of Yang Youlin: "We will let him make a fool of himself in his own village today and taste the taste of being framed by others."

For some reason, Ling Jue suddenly wanted to pick up a glass of wine in front of him, and took a big sip, then raised his glass and said freely: "I'm the one."

However, there was no chance to stop because he was not even qualified to take action.

The night finally fell, on the other side of the distant galaxy, where is Kyoto, the Kyoto that I miss day and night.

Even though there was a turbidity and darkness, he still wanted to go back.

"Everyone, Mr. Yang is here." Someone raised the cup in his hand and was responsible for inspiring and rendering the atmosphere: "Let's raise our glasses and drink together."

Everyone in the audience was filled with joy and cheering. Everyone knew that the organizer of this poetry event was Yang Youlin, so who would not give him face?

Only Chang Yue were in a state of silence.

However, Ling Jue was mixed in the name of Lin Mu, and he was exhausted at this time, and he was neither power nor intent to applaud him.

"I'll be the host today." As the applause was thunderous, Yang Youlin appeared at the entrance of the corridor.

This poetry meeting was also considered a grand event for Luo Ting and Gan Yu. There were many people coming and going, so they could only hold poetry meetings in the corridors around the hot springs. Therefore, some people could not see Yang Youlin's appearance.

Some of these people naturally include four people including Ling Jue and Chang Yue.

Wang Xingzhi was very disdainful: "There are so many people who respond. I really want to see if they can follow suit later."

Gu Minglang also sneered: "It's just a vocal insect, and it's the easiest to live."

Ling Jue couldn't help but be silent about Gu Minglang's incisive words. He didn't need to think about everything. He just agreed and ignored his will. Isn't that the easiest way to survive?
Chapter completed!