When Zhao Mengqi walked into Furong Garden, he heard the constant laughter. With the tip of his ears, he even heard his sister's excited cheers.
"Sister Wanwan is so amazing!"
Isn't it a poetry meeting?
How could it be so lively! ?
Out of curiosity, he walked toward the sound alone.
After walking around a rockery, he couldn't help but be stunned.
I saw a group of young ladies in colorful clothes and embroidered foreheads, happily forming a loose circle.
In the circle, veiled Wanwan, with fluttering belts and flying skirts, an eight-treasure hydrangea kept flying high, then landed around her, and was hit high again by her anywhere on her body. , there is nothing that cannot be used on the head, shoulders, back, chest, knees, legs, feet, etc.
During the jumping movement, the veil could not help but be lifted up from time to time, and the face that bloomed in the trance made Zhao Mengqi fascinated by it.
As if aware of Zhao Mengqi's hot gaze, Wanwan's heart suddenly lurched and she subconsciously looked over.
"ah!"
Wanwan was shocked when a man suddenly appeared.
The ball fell and hit her directly, but she didn't care.
Only then did all the young ladies realize something was wrong. Following Wanwan's gaze, they all saw the man standing by the rockery, and most of them were startled.
Only Zhao Han spread his legs in surprise, like a baby swallow, and threw himself at Zhao Mengqi, "Fourth brother! You are back."
He opened his arms to hold Zhao Han, but Zhao Mengqi complained, "Slow down, slow down, what if I fall..."
"Hehe, fourth brother won't let me fall." Zhao Han rubbed his forehead against his brother's chin.
"Okay, okay, come down quickly, there are guests here!" Zhao Mengqi patted his sister on the back and put her down.
Then he led Zhao Han towards the ladies and said, "I'm really sorry for disturbing your play."
"Hmph! If you don't come early, you won't come later, but you come to disrupt the situation when others are having fun!" Qian Duo put his hands on his hips, his face full of displeasure.
At this time, several ladies also reacted, and all of them stared at Zhao Mengqi with burning eyes.
Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but shudder. These young ladies looked at him like wolves looking at their prey.
What do they want to do?
At this time, Xie Yunqiao rolled his eyes and said softly, "Your Highness, King Yan, since you know that you have disturbed us, shouldn't you make some compensation?"
"Compensation?" Zhao Mengqi was very puzzled.
Xie Yunqiao smiled slyly, "Yes, it's just compensation, nothing else. Just compose five or six poems."
"Poetry? Five or six more?" Zhao Mengqi was stunned, then shrugged, "Miss Xie thinks highly of me, how can I have that ability?"
After saying that, he led Zhao Han towards the waterside pavilion.
The young ladies also walked into the waterside pavilion and sat down at separate tables, but still looked at Zhao Mengqi with bright eyes.
At this time, the dull Qian Duo also noticed something was wrong. These close friends seemed to have some intentions towards that bastard Zhao Mengqi.
She was probably the only one in the room who had just reacted now.
His Royal Highness, Prince Yan, the most noble person in the Song Dynasty, has reached the age of marriage negotiation, and news of Zhang Luo has been spread in the palace before.
In the past, various noble families hesitated because of Zhao Mengqi's unstable status, but after He Ningmen, everyone was convinced that he was determined to inherit the Song Dynasty.
As a result, families with girls of the same age at home were trying their best to get married to King Yan.
But at this moment, Qian Duo foolishly sent invitations to several young ladies. Isn't this a God-given opportunity?
After Zhao Mengqi sat down, feeling a little thirsty under the gaze that seemed to penetrate him, he forced himself to calm down and picked up the jug and poured himself a glass of wine.
Just as he was about to put it in his mouth to drink, Zhao Han quietly pulled his sleeves and whispered, "Fourth brother, they all seem to want to be my sister-in-law."
"Want it all?" Zhao Mengqi means, does Wanwan want it too?
But Zhao Han didn't expect it, "Probably so."
Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but feel happy. Forget about the others, Wanwan alone was better than countless others in the world.
Over there, Xie Yunqiao was still unwilling to give up. After sitting for a while, he continued to ask, "Your Highness, please fulfill the little girl's wish. If four or five songs are not enough, one song will always do."
Zhao Mengqi had a headache. Recently, because of the affairs of Tiangong Institute, his brain completely switched to science mode, and all he thought about was science! Where do you remember any poems?
It's not that I don't remember, but I just can't figure out the era of the poems in my mind. Wouldn't it be very embarrassing if the poems were stolen and passed on to 'predecessors'.
So he shook his head and said, "No, I really can't write poetry. Thank you, little lady, please don't embarrass me again."
But it seemed that the ladies didn't believe what he said, and they all urged him in sweet voices.
"Your Highness, this is Yu Yan's first time as a guest, so you should give her some hospitality. It's just a poem or two, it's not too much." As he spoke, his watery eyes were full of charm.
Not to be outdone, Liu Huan raised her face as bright as a flower and moonlight, and lightly opened her lips, "Does Your Highness dislike me and wait for you?"
Hu Zhen seemed shy and timid, pleading, "My dear Highness, please do me a favor and compose a song for me."
The sound was numb and numb, making Zhao Mengqi feel as if his whole body was electrified. His hair stood on end and goosebumps almost covered the floor.
I almost agreed, but then I thought, if this fulfilled their wish, wouldn't it send the wrong signal?
It's not that he's really not lewd, it's just that he feels that this body is still young, and secondly, he doesn't want his harem to be too chaotic and too tempting.
So I still hardened my heart and said, "I'm so sorry, Xiao Wang really can't write poetry."
At this moment, Wanwan, who had been silent all this time, spoke up, "Your Highness, I am here this time, firstly to thank you for your kindness in protecting me last time, and secondly to say goodbye."
"Farewell!?" Zhao Mengqi was shocked, "Where are you going if you go?"
In a state of confusion, she even blurted out Wanwan's maiden name.
Everyone was startled by Zhao Mengqi's words, and then they stared at him and Wanwan with complicated eyes.
Wanwan's heart felt like it was being squeezed hard by a big hand, and she almost suffocated, but thinking of her parting wish, she still calmed down under the sharp eyes of everyone.
"I want to return to my ancestral home to fulfill my late father's last wish, so before I leave, I would like to know if the sentence you read last time has the entire word." Wanwan's tone was very calm.
Zhao Mengqi knew that Wanwan's ancestral home was in Pingjiang Mansion, which was actually not far away, so he couldn't help but feel relieved.
"That's it. I think it's a big deal. I'll just read it to you."
"If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan with sadness? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change."
"...but I know that people's hearts are fickle." Wanwan muttered and read it again, then frowned, "Where's the second half?"
Zhao Mengqi smiled casually and said, "You will know when we meet again."
goodbye?
No more goodbye!
Well, half of it is enough. Just like life, it is always difficult to complete it.
Wanwan lowered her head and said no more.
