"Plum plum blossoms: a wisp of clouds at the corner of the building, light yellow and dark deceive the crow. The east wind is as cold as the night, and the beauties are picking plum blossoms."
Ye Changlong shook his head and memorized the poem Liu Qingfang had prepared in advance. He looked at Ji Jin with a look of amazement in his eyes. He also glanced at the lazy and charming aristocratic lady next to him. His feet were a little swaying, and he couldn't help but have wild thoughts.
Could this young lady be the legendary Miss Shen, the owner of the small island in the center of the lake and the favorite of the Shen family?
If he could catch their eyes today, he would be able to rise to prominence.
Although Liu Qingfang is good, the Liu family is not a small businessman that can get on the stage. How can it compare with these noble ladies from the capital.
He will not forget Liu Qingfang's kindness, and will definitely reward her with the position of a common wife or a noble concubine!
Liu Qingfang didn't know what her lover was thinking, so she asked nervously and cautiously: "Miss Ji, Miss Shen, how do you like Mr. Ye's poem? Can you go to the island?"
Ji Jin took a deep look at Liu Qingfang.
This poem is about a woman folding plum blossoms. The poem is good, but it only has "plum blossoms" and no ambition.
Compared with the ten poems written by the same person, it is naturally different. In terms of true talent and learning, it is much better than those who just landed on the island.
"Jin'er doesn't know how to choose? How about I choose for you?"
Shen Youchu looked at Ye Changlong with a smile, especially after the other party stared at her chest for a long time when he saw her talking, the smile on his face deepened.
"Mr. Ye, which Ye is your last name?"
The strange woman suddenly asked him his name. Wasn't it because she had a crush on him?
This made Ye Changlong's eyes shine, and he saw the steps extending to his feet.
"Shikou Ye, my Ye family is one of the three rich businessmen in Jinling. My uncle is the general magistrate of Jinling Mansion, and my ancestors are the heirlooms of farming and education."
Ye Changlong didn't wait for Shen Youchu to ask questions before he poured out the whole story like beans.
Liu Qingfang was stunned by this behavior of self-reporting her family status.
Ji Jin, who originally wanted to let Ye Changlong pass, frowned secretly when he saw this person's frivolous appearance.
But what she was even more confused about was, why did Youchu ask these questions?
"Ah! The Ye family is really amazing!"
Shen Youchu had a smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Fortunately, she asked the right person, it turned out to be the Ye family!
"I am over-flattered……"
"No prize. The Ye family is quite majestic, but your poem is too stingy. Others write about integrity, but you write about picking flowers. Why, you didn't come to the island to make your ambition known, but to pick flowers?"
Shen Youchu pointed at her and Ji Jin, and finally fell on Liu Qingfang.
"Tell me, which flower does Master Ye want to pick? Is it me, Jin'er, or Princess Jingxian on the island?"
Ye Changlong, who was talking eloquently just now, was immediately frightened.
Even if he dared to think about it, he wouldn’t dare to say it.
Liu Qingfang did not expect that Shen Youchu would use the poem to attack, and hurriedly smoothed things over: "Miss Shen, Mr. Ye is just good at describing scenes, and no offense was intended."
"You two are familiar?" Shen Youchu looked gossipy.
"...I met him a few times at Ye's house."
The engagement between the Liu family and the Ning family has not yet been cancelled, and she is still a talented girl from Jinling. How can she be acquainted with her foreign husband while there is an engagement?
Do you still want the reputation?
Shen Youchu smiled understandingly and used the stove lid to extinguish the intoxicating fragrance of the peach blossoms.
"The poem does not express its purpose but also resorts to small means. Princess Jingxian hates such cunning people the most. It is best that you don't go to the island. Be careful that she cuts you with a knife."
"Thank you, Miss Shen, for reminding me. It's because I have limited talent and limited knowledge."
Ye Changlong quickly thanked and left, and gave Shen Youchu a grateful look before leaving.
He seemed to think that Shen Youchu was interested in him, so he kindly gave him some advice.
Only Ji Jin knew that when you were not interested in people, you would always just say "go away" or ask Mei Xiang to beat them out. He would do it neatly and never talk nonsense, let alone dig holes after talking for so long.
Negative comments like "stingy" and "cunning" just now reached the ears of Princess Jingxian, who was also a good friend of her childhood friend. I am afraid that Ye Changlong, or the Ye family to be precise, will never be able to ascend to the throne of Kangwang again from now on. That big boat.
From today on, Ye Tongpan's career path has been blocked in half.
"Miss Shen, Miss Ji, I... don't feel well. Let's go out and get some fresh air." Liu Qingfang was worried that Ye Changlong wouldn't be able to get up to the pavilion and blame her for writing the poem, so she quickly found an excuse and slipped out.
Ji Jin took the opportunity and asked in a low voice: "When did Young Master Ye offend you?"
After thinking about it, it was only this possibility that made Youchu put so much effort into dealing with Ye Changlong.
"Just now."
Shen Youchu didn't mention Ning Wuyan.
She was still waiting to find a poet to surprise Ji Jin.
"The flirting between him and Miss Liu is indeed inappropriate. It would not be unfair to drive him away. Since you are bored here, you might as well go play with the princess. The two talented people in the capital are not bad looking."
Ji Jin is worried that if he continues to stay in Youchu and drives away another student because of boredom, he will not be able to gather even a hundred people by then. The Jinling students will only have ten poems left to produce. Today's gifted scholar conference will not end well.
"I'm tired of seeing those two people. By the way, I just saw a very handsome and interesting man..."
"somebody is coming."
Shen Youchu made a face at Ji Jin, who was not interested in handsome men, picked up the incense burner and called the boy who carried the sedan chair from the Shen family.
"Bring over my special sedan."
The man surnamed Ye drove away, but the incense of the Ye family's Peach Blossom Drunk was indeed good.
Good things should be shared with friends, and by the way, share the story of the evil slaves of the Ye family who bullied others.
"Youchu, where is Mei Xiang?"
Ji Jin saw her taking action on her own, and then realized that the personal guard beside her was not there.
Although the Shen family has secret guards who are more skilled than the royal family, they naturally don't have to worry about Youchu's safety. However, Mei Xiang has always followed closely, and she was a little surprised when they disappeared now.
Shen Youchu smiled mysteriously: "I asked her to purchase the goods."
Restock?
Ji Jin didn't understand what this weird friend was talking about.
Shen Youchu didn't even explain, and got into the sedan chair with the incense burner in his arms.
"Jingxian, I came to play with you~~ You ran so fast from the capital, and you didn't even wait for me~~"
…
Ping An Medical Center.
Mei Xiang lay on the eaves, squinting hard, trying to see clearly what Mr. Ning, who was writing at the desk below, was drawing to curse the Ye family.
Unfortunately, the angle was wrong, and the scrawled handwriting made her eyes hurt and she couldn't see the rules, so she had to give up.
Anyway, the lady asked her to stay in order to monitor where Mr. Ning went to purchase goods and poems, and she was not asked to monitor Mr. Ning's drawing of talismans, regardless of what he drew.
"alright."
Ning Wuyang dried the ink on the paper with great satisfaction.
Fold five of them and stuff them into your sleeves, leaving them for the girl who is buying and reselling them.
Fold the remaining one and put it inside your chest.
About to leave through the back door.
boom!
The bolt of the locked door was kicked off by someone, and the two ancient doors were overwhelmed and fell to the ground, sending up smoke and dust all over the ground.
"Ning! Wu! I'm sick!"
"How dare you pawn your mother's medical clinic? I think you are tired of living!"
An old man who was nearly sixty years old but still as strong as a tiger, holding a tiger-headed sword that reached his eyebrows, stepped on the door panel and rushed to Ning Wuyan.
The murderous aura that was as real as that made people horrified, and Ning Wuhuang subconsciously tightened his legs.
