Su Xiaoyao's soft yet light voice was not very loud, but at this moment, the entire hall fell silent, leaving only a few whispers.
If everyone was amazed by King Yin's talent before, now they are surprised by Su Xiaoyao's behavior.
At first, when King Yin frivolously asked Su Xiaoyao how old she was, Su Xiaoyao responded indifferently and avoided the matter by asking the musicians to play music.
Especially when King Yin asked her to copy poems, she showed some reluctance.
Unexpectedly, after King Yin recited several amazing poems one after another, Su Xiaoyao actually took the initiative to send the copied poems.
It seems that the wording is looking for the wrong words in the poem, but everyone can clearly see that there is a hint of shyness on Su Xiaoyao's pretty and rosy face.
It is said that Su Xiaoyao, the talented daughter of the Su family, likes talented people. Now it seems that there is some truth.
In front of so many people, it is really unexpected to let go of some of your reserve and show kindness to the apparently hostile King Yin.
Some of the guests were surprised and sighed, and even started laughing.
But Su Yunyao and Prince Ji Boying's faces were not so good-looking.
Especially Su Yunyao, whose face was full of displeasure.
Zhao Wujiang nodded gently, not paying attention to the comments of the guests around him. He took the stacked papers with both hands and looked at the beautiful handwriting on the papers one by one with a serious expression.
When he saw "Will Enter the Wine", he pointed to the three words "You Lin Yu" and said with a smile:
"Miss Xiaoyao, this place is not a place of existence and non-existence, but a place of friends among relatives and friends."
Su Xiaoyao frowned slightly and nodded. Her eyes stayed on King Yin's serious expression, and then glanced behind him, where Lin Yu was flattered and at a loss when he heard King Yin's explanation.
The corners of her mouth curved upward slightly, and her pretty face gained a touch of excitement and appreciation.
Being able to call a servant a friend without any hesitation and with a serious face was the only time she, Su Xiaoyao, had ever seen someone with the status of King Yin.
No matter whether it is the prince, other princes, or even those royal relatives and nobles, no one has ever regarded the servants as friends.
Even the friends these people claim to be friends are not servants, but guests and staff of the house.
Real servants, like Lin Yu, are bound by contracts.
Domineering and rebellious?
Overbearing, she, Su Xiaoyao, saw her today.
Several stunning poems came out one after another, dominating the audience, and the poems were even more heroic and domineering.
But Kuangni, she, Su Xiaoyao, didn't see her.
A crazy and rebellious person would not be able to write such poems or say such words, let alone regard Lin Yu as his friend.
This requires a generous heart.
Lin Yu was flattered and overwhelmed, not panicked and evasive, which showed that this matter was unexpected and reasonable.
Then Lin Yu, the friend of King Yin in his poems, is not fake and is not for others to see.
What kind of person is King Yin?
Why is it that the more I know about him, the less I know about him?
Su Xiaoyao grinded her red lips with her silver teeth. She kept pinching and pinching each other with her slender jade fingers in the sleeve of her left hand. She was a little uneasy and hesitant. She wanted to ask something more, but she didn't know where to ask.
"Okay." Zhao Wujiang read all the copied poems and took out one of them and handed it to Su Xiaoyao:
“It’s just the same place.
Miss Xiaoyao's handwriting is so beautiful, just like people's.
Thank you for being tired. This piece is given to you as a thank you. "
Su Xiaoyao was a little surprised. She copied it for King Yin, so why did King Yin give her one?
But she quickly realized something. She took the paper handed over by King Yin and looked at the poems copied by herself on it, her pretty face became more and more rosy.
The surrounding guests seemed to be talking silently, and the noise in the palace seemed too quiet at this moment.
Those phrases about the beautiful woman in the water were like falling snow outside the house, filling her heart.
She heard the sound of snow falling.
The snow was falling so seriously and a little fast.
