There were no lights in the boat, and a dozen or so candles as thick as arms were lit on the gilded lotus base candlestick by the window. The cool night breeze passed through the window screen, blowing the amber-sized lights into tiny stars.

, either bright or dark...

Panpan leaned in Yushe's arms, took a deep breath of the cool night wind, closed her eyes and murmured to herself: "When will the bright moon come? Asking the sky for wine, I wonder what year it is tonight in the palace in the sky?"

Her words immediately shocked everyone. Not to mention several maids such as Lonicera and Qing'er, even Ye Qing and Yu She, two thousand-year-old spirits, were frightened by her sudden talent and almost fainted.

Yushe suppressed her laughter, patted Panpan's forehead, and said teasingly: "Can't you see that my little lady is still a talented woman! Hey, what other poems will you write? You might as well surprise us again.

Just give it a try!”

Panpan suddenly realized that he was speechless. After thinking about it, it would be better for such amazing poems to be rare in such an untimely era. After holding it in for a long time, he felt embarrassed to insist that it was his own work, so he said angrily:

"This poem was not written by me, it was written by a friend of mine, hehe.

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard the sound of fireworks. Looking through the bamboo curtain of the boat, the light and shadow on the water of the West Lake were changing, and fireworks were splashing from the flower house on the other side.

Panpan is really healed now. The scar has forgotten the pain. The pain from the fireworks has also passed. At that moment, Panpan couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow! It's so beautiful!"

Yushe hugged her waist with a smile, put it against her ear and blew gently: "No matter how beautiful you are, it can't match your eyes. Look, all the fireworks in the sky are falling here."

Got it!"

The two of them were whispering together, causing everyone else in the boat to turn their heads uncomfortably. Only on another boat a few meters away, someone coldly rolled down the bamboo curtain and tightened the silk thread in his hand.

Handkerchief, sitting with anger.

In the side room, Madam Zhang Qianru followed her daughter's gaze, stretched out her hand to lift the bamboo curtain, and stared at the Ninth Prince and his party not far away.
Chapter completed!