"It's this expression that makes people want to destroy her as much as they like her."

Yu Menghuan lowered her voice and her tone sounded particularly subtle.

Without waiting for Gu Qingyan to ponder her words, she continued, "Sister Gu is also fourteen or fifteen years old this year, and she is in the beginning of her love life. There are so many talented Qilin talents at the banquet today, do any of them like my sister?"

"No."

Gu Qingyan responded carefully.

He felt that Shen Yihua was having convulsions today, and she really couldn't cope with it. He would rather have the other party hit her twice with a whip than to listen to her talk in a vague and vague way. Words with some very scary connotations.

"Then what kind of man does Sister Gu like?"

"I have no idea."

"As you are getting older, marriage should also be put on the agenda. Don't worry, sister Gu, I will help you choose a... powerful person and let you marry a good family."

After Yu Menghuan said this, she suddenly clasped his wrist tightly and pressed towards his cheek.

Two beautiful faces, so close that you can feel the warmth of each other's breath on their faces.

"What are you doing!!!"

The prince-in-law hurried over and was so stunned when he saw this scene that he fainted on the spot, "Yihua, let go of your hands!!!"

It's life-threatening. What's going on with these two children?

Yihua seems to be bullying, but Gu Qingyan is almost taking advantage of him!

Yu Menghuan glanced at the consort and said, "Father, you are just a descendant of Sister Gu. It is really not etiquette to break into Sister Gu's wing in the middle of the night. If word spreads, it will only make Sister Gu lose her reputation."

This tone was a bit preachy, even a bit warning.

The prince-in-law was so angry that he covered his beating chest and said, "Go back to your yard right away."

"My daughter will be back soon."

Yu Menghuan slowly let go of her hand, not forgetting to lightly scratch Gu Qingyan's wrist with her little finger.

What a little kid, there is nothing wrong with her, but she is very good at pretending to be sick. She thought she was really dying, so she came over to check her pulse in the middle of the night~

She stood up and walked out slowly. When she reached the door, she didn't forget to look back at the consort, "Father, aren't you leaving?"

"Walk!"

The prince-in-law gritted his teeth and left quickly, making up his mind to separate the two of them.

Gu Qingyan watched the father and daughter walk away, and then her tense heart slowly fell back to its original place.

"Master, Princess Wen Ning is here to torment you again, right?" The maid entered the room at this time and asked with a worried look on her face.

Gu Qingyan shook his head hesitantly.

That shouldn't be considered bullying, but rather...

What was it like? Gu Qingyan didn't dare to think about it further. She could only keep telling herself that Princess Wen Ning was simply here to warn him and wanted to interfere with his marriage. She should have... no other intentions...

The next day, while Yu Menghuan was out, the prince-in-law quickly found Gu Qingyan and asked him to leave the eldest princess's mansion and live outside. He prepared a yard for her.

Gu Qingyan agreed without saying a word, because it would be difficult for him to predict what would happen if he stayed in the eldest princess's mansion again.

The two hit it off immediately and moved out that morning.

At that time, Yu Menghuan was still sitting in the pavilion, chatting and laughing with a group of young ladies.

Speaking of which, the atmosphere of the banquet was quite clear and open, and there were not many shackles on the women. There was even a female general standing in the court, so compared to the previous dynasty, the women were particularly lively and wanton.

"Yesterday you took Gu Qingyan away early. You didn't know that they wrote many poems later on. The best one was written by Zhao Wenju."

"The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of faces, and the spring breeze blows over the threshold and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen each other on the top of the jade mountains, we would have met under the moon on Yaotai," a girl said softly with slightly red cheeks, "Zhao Wenju is indeed living up to his reputation. This poem

, even Lu Jie, the leader of the Student Government, was willing to bow down after seeing it."

“It is indeed a brilliant literary talent.”

Yu Menghuan nodded in agreement, thinking that the level of this poem was not something that ordinary people could write, so why did the original owner say that Zhao Wenju was not good at poetry?

"puff……"

095 laughed in Yu Menghuan's conscious space, "Did he write it? He really has the nerve to respond. If Li Bai knew about it, the coffin boards wouldn't even be able to hold it down."

Yu Menghuan raised her eyebrows slightly, "Who is Li Bai?"

"He is a poetry fairy in another small world. Others commented that his poems are like "when the pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods." Zhao Wenju recited all these things he copied. Later, he was really out of stock, and was discovered by the original owner.

Loophole." 095 explained.

"So, Zhao Wenju came from another small world through time."

"Yes. That's what I want to remind you. But the small world he lives in is not as developed as yours. They haven't even created a hologram. The things he brought out later were all plagiarized."

Yu Menghuan tapped her fingertips on the table and paused, "That would be more interesting."

"Yihua, look!"

Yu Menghuan was suddenly tapped on the shoulder by the woman beside him. He raised his eyes and saw that the woman looked towards the opposite side with shy and timid eyes, and a handsome and handsome young man was walking slowly towards the opposite side.

The young man is high-spirited, dressed in white, and waving a folding fan in his hand. He attracts attention like a handsome gentleman - it is Zhao Wenju.

"Zhao Wenju has met Princess Wenning, Prince Ning, and Little Marquis An..."

He bent slightly and cupped his hands, speaking softly, and suddenly attracted the attention of many girls in the capital.

"You don't have to be polite. Mr. Zhao really shined at the banquet yesterday. I think Mr. Zhao will already be confident after the scientific examination." A young man joked kindly.

Zhao Wenju shook his head very humbly, "There are many talented people in Beijing, but I only have a little talent for poetry. How dare I say that I will definitely win."

While joking, his eyes fell on Yu Menghuan.

You cannot take the imperial examination.

He knew what he was capable of. His eight-legged essay was a mess, and he couldn't memorize all the four books and five classics. If he really took part in the imperial examination, he would definitely fail.

But it doesn't matter.

He can go backstage.

As long as he gets married to Princess Wen Ning, the emperor can reward him with an official position. When the time comes, with the emperor's back, he will definitely be able to prosper in the court!

Don't ask him how he knew, because that's how it was written in the script.

Zhao Wenju was not originally a banquet person. He was a business manager. In his free time, he liked to read male novels to relax. One day, he died suddenly while working overtime, and ended up in the novel he was reading.

The male protagonist in the plot is a student from a poor family, studied hard in his humble beginnings, became the top scholar in high school, became the chief minister of the cabinet, and finally left his name in history.

And Zhao Wenju is a cannon fodder who framed the male protagonist out of jealousy. Princess Wen Ning is the villain who loves the male protagonist's talent but is not allowed to directly turn evil because of her own demands.

The plot introduction is that Princess Wen Ning wanted to drug the male protagonist, but she ended up with another male partner and had to get married. Then the emperor rewarded the male partner with an official for the sake of face.

If there is such a shortcut, why doesn't he take it?
Chapter completed!