When the poetry meeting was coming to an end, Shen Rongxi walked upstairs slowly.
Wenren Yunjian also "awoke" at this moment and was saying goodbye to many people one by one. When everyone saw Shen Rong coming to his knees, they all changed their enthusiasm.
Shen Rongxi was naturally able to cope with such an occasion. She politely said goodbye to everyone here. She also memorized most of the people here and knew that they were all celebrities in Luoyang's literary circles.
In the end, she didn't go to Wen Renyun to remonstrate with herself, but found a break to go behind the screen and saw Wen Ren Jinping.
"Everyone Shen?"
Shen Rongknee took out the piece of paper from his sleeve with a smile on his face, handed it to the other party and said, "Miss Wenren, you just dropped something."
Wenren Jinping was suddenly startled and quickly checked his cuffs and found that they were empty. He took the paper with both hands and looked at it. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, everyone!"
Looking at her reaction, Shen Rongxi suddenly had some doubts in his heart. Could it be that this poem was not written by her?
"I never expected that Miss Wenren would have such talent. This song by Magpie Bridge Immortal is the most amazing one I have ever seen in my life. She deserves to be the most talented woman in Luoyang." Shen Rongxi said slowly.
Wenren Jinping's pretty face turned slightly red, she clutched the paper tightly and said, "This... wasn't written by me."
Shen Rongqi was not surprised, and said with a smile: "Then someone composed this song specially for Miss Wenren?"
"..."
Wenren Jinping pursed his lips and said nothing, and nodded lightly shyly.
"Miss Wenren is really enviable for the pursuer to have such literary talents." Shen Rongxi said with a faint smile, but the loneliness in his eyebrows became stronger.
After Wenren Yunjian saw off all the guests, he turned around and came behind the screen, followed by An Yan.
"Nanchuang Jiaji." He still had a warm smile on his face, which he always showed to everyone, making it hard for anyone to feel bad about him.
But at this moment, it was difficult for Shen Rongqi to have any more favorable impressions.
"Brother Yun Jian." She said softly.
"I haven't introduced him to you yet." Wenren Yunjian pulled An Yan over and said.
"This is An Yan and Jin Ping's 250% gift this month."
"I've met the layman Nan Chuang." An Yan looked calm and bowed politely to Shen Rong's knees.
Shen Rong saw the shy look on Wenren Jinping's face and started to worry about it.
That Magpie Bridge Immortal was created by this person...
Thinking of those stunning words, even her heart trembled. There could be such a heartfelt work in the world.
Wenren Jinping can have this person to accompany him for the rest of his life. It's so...jealous!
But the bad thoughts only lasted for a moment. Shen Rongxi thought again that this man had not said a word at the poetry meeting just now. He might be a person with a noble nature and did not want to show it.
Most people with a beautiful belly also have eccentricities. Perhaps none of the literati just now caught the eye of this person.
Shen Rongxi smiled and said: "Young Master An has extraordinary bearing. I think he is a famous hero in Luoyang."
An Yan smiled lightly and said, "I'm not from Luoyang, and I haven't been in Shendu for a long time."
"Oh? Where is Mr. An from?"
"Yanzhou."
Shen Rongxi suddenly said: "I heard that Yanzhou is in chaos now."
The topic ended here. After a few simple greetings, Shen Rongxi also said goodbye and left Xiyuan.
An Yan was the last to leave.
Wenren Yunjian saw the reluctant look in his daughter's eyes and chuckled: "You have only met three times, why are you so reluctant to let go?"
Wenren Jinping said: "I have met many people, but none of them are like... Yandi."
"Really, what's so special about him?"
Wenren Jinping handed the lyrics to his father to read, and Wenren Yunjian was a little stunned after reading them.
"If love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night..." He muttered softly, lost in thought for a moment.
It wasn't until Wenren Jinping asked him how he was that he came back to his senses and suddenly chuckled: "You are a talented person. I was right."
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After An Yan left Xiyuan, she did not return to the Prime Minister's Mansion immediately. Instead, she went to the new residence not far away.
The wedding will be held in this mansion soon, and there won't be many guests invited, only the Yu family.
Apart from the Yu family, An Yan has no other relatives or friends here.
He thought of Shi Zhe from Wentang Pavilion, and he could invite him to have a wedding drink at that time.
Master Xuanyi...she probably won't come.
The servants here also knew Anyan, and upon seeing him, they all bowed and greeted him respectfully.
The study room was a bit crude and no one was using it yet. An Yan thought that he should put some books in it in advance. After he came out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he might not go to Wentang Pavilion so frequently.
Then he entered the bedroom again.
Because there are servants who clean it frequently, everything here is very tidy even if he hasn't moved in yet.
An Yan lay on the bed, thinking about her future, when she suddenly felt something was wrong. There was a special aroma on the bed. It was not a specially scented scent after the sheets and quilts were washed, but more like a person's body scent.
An Yan sniffed carefully again and confirmed this point. After searching carefully on the bed, he found a slender hair.
Is it possible that a maid secretly sleeps in this room on weekdays?
No one should be so bold.
An Yan walked out of the bedroom, called a maid and asked, "Does anyone come in this room on weekdays?"
The maid responded: "Will you go in and clean it regularly?"
"How often do you change the sheets and bedding?"
"Because Master An, you haven't moved in yet, so the rooms change every seven days."
An Yan was thoughtful, looking at the servants doing their own thing in the courtyard, and then let the maid do her thing.
At night.
Luoyang City is still under the curfew, and the Yun Lake not far away is bustling with joy.
Since there was no master to serve in the new house, the servants all went to bed early and the lights were turned off early.
Master bedroom.
There was no one in the courtyard, and the moonlight was bright. A figure opened the door and walked in without being noticed by anyone.
The man stretched out at the door, locked the door latch, rubbed his shoulders, walked to the bed, and lay down directly on it.
But in the next second, the man jumped up, stared at the bed, and said sternly: "Who is this person!"
An Yan sat up and asked, "Who are you?"
This is a young girl, somewhat petite in stature, with two braids on her head, and the clothes she wears also look a bit plain.
After hearing An Yan's words, she stood up and struck at An Yan with one hand.
An Yan, who was originally calm and composed, suddenly looked shocked because this girl moved so fast! He almost couldn't react!
An Yan's physical fitness with the Qi Sea open is no longer comparable to that of ordinary people! He immediately pushed away the other person's arm with one hand, quickly rolled over from the bed, and stood aside, watching the person warily.
An Yan heard words that shocked him.
"Are you a monk?!"
His identity can be seen just from his movements. Could it be that this man is also a monk?
But An Yan did not feel any spiritual energy fluctuations from the other party. Even Chaojin and Lu Kui, who had not opened the Qi Sea, could clearly feel the spiritual energy flowing in each other's bodies when their skins touched.
This person didn’t!
The next moment, the woman moved again, at the same extremely fast speed as before. An Yan's whole body's nerves tensed up instantly. Seeing the opponent's arm attacking again, he had no choice but to dodge and quickly retreat in the bedroom.
Seeing this, the young girl couldn't help but laugh and said: "You are obviously of a high level, why can't you even fight?"
An Yan didn't want to answer her question. Master Xuanyi had never taught him this, and now that he was in trouble, he found it extremely difficult.
However, he did have a trump card. He touched his waist with one hand. There was a mini bottle hidden inside. The content inside was the liquid that made Chaojin and Lu Kui fall in love with him. All he had to do was open it and spread it in this space. , as long as the other party is not a monk like Master Xuanyi, he should not be able to bear it!
Then, An Yan saw the young girl touching her lower back, as if touching something, and An Yan heard a very subtle sound.
It's the sound of gears turning.
Uh-huh!
His eyes suddenly blurred, and the young girl appeared in front of him out of thin air. He didn't even see how she moved!
This feeling is just like Yu Nian’s actions back then!
He is a mortal, but he is not a mortal!
An Yan felt pain in his shoulder, and the other party grabbed his shoulder tightly. This girl's hand was as hard as iron!
When he looked sideways, his eyes couldn't help but widen, because the hand clasping his shoulder was indeed not a human hand!
But a pair of hollow metal palms!
It is covered with fine and small gears and chains, which are brass-colored and directly connected to the inside of the sleeves. I don’t know if they are human fleshy arms or metal!
But her other hand was intact flesh and blood.
Who is this woman...
"Who are you? Why are you here?" The young girl asked An Yan with white steam rising from her body.
An Yan found that the opponent was frighteningly strong and couldn't struggle at all, so he frowned and said, "Shouldn't I ask you, what are you doing in my room?"
The young girl was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Oh, so you are the owner of this house!"
After saying that, she let go of An Yan's shoulders, and said with a smile and a little embarrassment: "I think this place is quite nice, and no one is staying there for the time being. It just so happens that I don't have a place to stay for the time being, so I came here." Let’s stay for a few days.”
An Yan: "..."
"But I didn't expect that the owner of this house is actually a monk, and a monk of Qi Realm!" The young girl said in amazement.
"But this is the first time I've seen such a weak Qi realm monk like you."
An Yan: "..."
An Yan held the vial in his hand and looked at her expressionlessly: "Who are you?"
The young girl didn't care about An Yan's coldness and hostility. Maybe she felt that An Yan was no threat to her, so she walked to the bed and sat down as if nothing had happened, and spoke with a smile.
"Me, my name is...Cen Han."
