Huangfu Jingyu'e frowned slightly, put down the wine glass in her hand, and looked at Lian Xin beside her, "Are you sure that Jiang Zhongzi deliberately delayed time after Chu Ling landed on the Heart Island?"
"yes."
Lian Xin lowered her head and said, "I can be sure."
Huangfu Jingyu remained silent.
She didn't know why Jiang Zhongzi did this.
The final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition was obviously very important to Chu Ling, but Jiang Zhongzi did this. Huangfu Jingyu thought a lot and couldn't figure out what Jiang Zhongzi meant.
Huangfu Jingyu originally didn't care whether Chu Ling could win the top spot. She wanted Chu Ling to participate because she wanted to see how many secrets Chu Ling had hidden.
But as time went by, especially after experiencing and knowing some things, Huangfu Jingyu hoped that Chu Ling could win the top spot. This would not only break the situation, but also allow Chu Ling to escape from the hidden whirlpool.
"Send someone again..."
Huangfu Jingyu pondered for a moment and lowered his head to give instructions to Lian Xin. The handsome young man sitting next to him, leaning on a chair, playing with the wine glass in his hand, smiled and said to Huangfu Jingyu: "Sister Huang, why do you come to forget your worries?"
Hu, I noticed that you are a little unhappy? But is there anything on your mind?"
"Why did Brother Three Emperors say this?"
Huangfu Jingyu stopped, looked at the young man not far from him, smiled slightly and said, "What can I have on my mind?"
"Yeah?"
The handsome young man saw the movements of Huangfu Jingyu's hands and smiled, "It seems that I am overthinking this?"
"I must be overthinking it."
Huangfu Jingyu replied, at that time Lian Xin had bowed her head and retreated. Although she was interrupted, Lian Xin had served her own princess for many years, and Lian Xin knew exactly what that gesture meant.
"Recently, the Xuanniao Division headed by the imperial sister has been causing quite a stir in the capital." Seeing Lian Xin leaving, the handsome young man pretended not to know and continued: "I am a little curious. Previously, the Xuanniao Division was inconspicuous.
Why is there such a big fuss all of a sudden? Could it be that I need some advice from an expert?"
"Brother Three Emperors has asked too many questions."
Huangfu Jingyu frowned, then he picked up the wine glass and said: "If you want to drink, I can drink with Brother Sanhuang. If you want to talk about other things, especially the Xuantiao Division, then I have no comment.
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"Why does the imperial sister have to be so resistant?"
The handsome young man smiled, glanced around with his eyes, and then said in a low voice: "I am not interested in the master behind Xuanniao Division, but the second and fifth emperor brothers are very interested. Didn't the emperor sister see them?
Have you been unhappy recently?"
As he said that, the handsome young man leaned forward and ignored Huangfu Jingyu, but concentrated on enjoying the singing and dancing in front of him, even though he didn't have much interest.
Huangfu Jingyu glanced at the handsome young man, put down the wine glass in his hand, glanced at one place with his phoenix eyes, and saw several attendants coming and going, and he immediately became alert in his heart.
Could it be that the gang forces that were wiped out by Xuanniao Si had the Second Emperor Brother and the Fifth Emperor Brother behind them?
But which two forces will they be?
Xuandiaosi's investigation was only able to detect those people standing behind them. As for those people, it was not clear whether there were others standing behind them.
The Fengchao Temple looks very calm, but in fact everyone inside knows that the undercurrents are hidden in invisible places.
"It looks like Chu Ling is going to take a break."
On the high platform on one side of the Babao Mingtang, Li Qian clutched the wine glass in his hand and said to Li Kun next to him with suppressed excitement: "Let me just say, even if you can make masterpieces that will be handed down in the past, you can't keep making them."
"Brother, are you just expecting Chu Ling to lose?"
Li Kun glanced at Huangfu Yunling who was sitting not far away, then looked at Li Qian and said, "Do you really hate Chu Ling?"
"It's not that I hate it."
Li Qian looked at Li Kun strangely, put down his wine glass, scratched his nose and said: "After getting in touch with this guy, I found that he is not that annoying, but this does not affect the fact that I can't stand him. After all, what kind of existence is Sister A?" , even if he is a poetry immortal, even if he is a banished immortal, he is not worthy of my sister."
"Maybe."
Li Kun smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Maybe what I said is right. If Chu Ling had not come to Xanadu, there might not have been so many things."
"Brother, why do I think you are so strange?"
Li Qian frowned, glanced left and right, then leaned on the table, leaned towards Li Kun and whispered: "What on earth did you hear?"
"Didn't hear anything."
Li Kun sighed softly and reached out to pick up the wine glass, "Brother, please don't mention this matter again. Don't let my mother hear it, otherwise I may want to leave Xanadu."
Um?
Li Qian was startled and looked at Li Kun in astonishment. He was very familiar with Li Kun. Since he said such words, he must have heard something.
Although Li Kun is usually easy-going, he always means what he says, and his inner strength and pride are actually stronger than Li Qian's.
Although Li Qian was more curious, Li Qian didn't intend to ask.
The huge Wangyou Lake Poetry Festival is still going on.
The island of the heart at that time.
"It can be considered as starting to write."
Jun Hanlin's frown relaxed a little, and he looked at Chu Ling who started to pick up the pen. At that time, the other six primary candidates had put down their pens, and their poems were collected by several guards in black. Xinxiang only had half a little finger left. The red dot was burning, surrounded by white smoke.
"Brother Jun, is there still enough time?"
Xiang Yannian's heart was beating very fast. He clenched his fists subconsciously and looked at Chu Ling who was writing straightly. "If it's too late, can the young master still participate in the final election?"
"I don't know. It should be too late."
Jun Hanlin was not sure either.
"You have to believe Brother Chu."
Su Shisan's eyes were looking around the crowd gathered in front of him. He could hear a lot of discussions and saw the other six primary candidates. They were all looking at Chu Ling at the moment. Although he was also very uneasy in his heart, he spoke But he said: "If Brother Chu doesn't want to fight, it doesn't matter whether there is enough time. But if Brother Chu wants to fight, then there will definitely be enough time."
"good."
When Yun Chuan heard this, he nodded in approval and said, "I believe senior brother can definitely do it."
I don’t know since when, the thoughts of several people who came with Chu Ling have been quietly affected. In the hearts of Jun Hanlin and others, they all seem to pay more attention to the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition than Chu Ling.
"Jiang Tiemian, what kind of poems do you think Chu Ling will write?" Su An saw Chu Ling put down the brush he was holding when the incense burned out, and his hanging heart dropped, looking at Jiang Zhongzi who was enjoying the song and dance. Said: "You seem to firmly believe in Chu Ling?"
"Why bother with all this?"
The corners of Jiang Zhongzi's mouth turned up slightly, "These wonderful performances by the musicians and dancers raised by the palace are rare. As for what kind of poems Chu Ling can compose, won't we know later?"