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When the guards of South City saw that it was King Jin, they immediately placed their gold spears at their sides and half-knelt down to kowtow.

After coming down from the horse, Leng Shaoyu held Luo Shang's hand and walked into the southern gate. From there, they could see that the distance to the Duke's Palace was much closer than the main entrance of the capital.

Not far ahead, the crowd below the full moon was boiling. The red ribbon was tied to the pavilion, and a fragrance drifted over from somewhere. Flowers were falling all over the sky, bringing with it a kind of fairyland beauty. Each woman had an enchanting figure and was dancing charmingly on the balcony. The fan was half-opened and half-closed, causing many people who had seen this scene to stop in their tracks.

The Full Moon Pavilion was the largest place in the capital. In the past, there was still the Mystic Moon Academy that could contend with it. However, in the last two years, Hua Kui had mysteriously disappeared, which was why the Full Moon Pavilion had been given this opportunity.

It was the same appearance, the same chirping voice, but it was not as vulgar as the other girls. It was said that the girls here were different from the rouge and vulgarity, and their talents were even superior to those of the other scholars.

The melodious sound of zither and silk bamboo lingered over the entire pavilion.

The pavilion was divided into five floors, and each floor had a different layout. Most of the people who came here were people who were out of luck or disappointed. However, the Full Moon Pavilion was only open at night, so he didn't know why he would make an exception today.

According to the passersby, today's poetry competition was being held. Therefore, other than those who came to watch the show, most of the people here were talented people or beautiful women.

"Everyone, everyone, please be quiet. Today, my Full Moon Pavilion is hosting a poetry meet. Thank you for coming to support us … If there is a scholar who can take the top title of this Full Moon Pavilion... "Next, the poetry contest will begin." The plump and plump lady at the door gently waved the round fan in her hand. The bright pink dress fell to the ground, revealing a large piece of skin on her chest as she announced the opening ceremony of the poetry contest.

Amidst the cheers, a group of talented people also swarmed in.

"This is just the beginning. The people who are singing poetry to the side in the attic are already impatient." Red Butterfly was charming, and her zither beat that of a formidable figure. If you can bear with it for the rest of your life, then it will not be in vain. "

"The warbler curls in the air, the moon dances lovingly." Accompanied by the beautiful sound of a zither, a woman on the pavilion brought up the topic.

Below the pavilion, the crowd was deep in thought. A scholar shook his head and leisurely replied, "The sun is setting and the flowers are setting."

"Good, good!" The audience clapped and cheered, while some people couldn't help sighing at their own failure to match up.

"The sound came again from the pavilion." "Long Acacia, long Acacia, a song that does not belong to Nai Sisi."

One of the young masters took a step forward and said, "Meng Yiyan, Yan Yi Xiao, forget about Yi Xian after ten years."

"…"

It had only been half an hour, but the scent of the scholar's brush and ink had already evolved into an intense showdown. It was said that the capital's scholars were the places where Wu Zhou gathered. Seems like it was true.

The zither music played on the balcony, changing its melody. The noise was like the falling of rain, urgent and noisy. "In the reflection of the moon, a voice came from the highest floor of the bamboo pavilion." Do not forget that the tower is empty, and that the world is too romantic. "

Silence suddenly broke out among the crowd. Without a doubt, this sentence had indeed become a hassle for many of the scholars.

"How can this be right? Yan Hua Liu Lane, just who is still in a bad mood?" The tender faced noble young master leisurely fanned the fan in his hand as he shouted in dissatisfaction.

Everyone was discussing in whispers. Everyone had different opinions, but they saw time pass by second by second and still couldn't get an answer for the first half of the sentence.

Could it be that they, the scholars who had read about sages, were unable to defeat the weak girl from the brothel? Wasn't this the biggest joke in the world?

Just as the scholars were discussing in low voices and pondering, a soft voice could be heard, transmitting to the pavilion.

"Not to mention the time when he was still alive, how could he be willing to just sigh and be sad?"

Hearing this, everyone present was full of praise and admiration.

Only when they finally reacted did they realize that it was a woman's voice. Following the direction of the voice, they saw a woman dressed in simple clothing standing there elegantly. Her leisurely gaze was as calm as water, and her tender lips were like delicate flowers. Her face was one that others would be unwilling to part with upon seeing.

She smiled and turned to leave.

However, the ladies of the Full Moon Pavilion were unwilling to lose just like that. They wanted her to make a match, and only if she won would they let her go.

Luo Shang gently probed the man standing outside the crowd. He looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, but she did not have the intention of coming over to help her. Lifting her head, the elegant Liang Gu was clearly moved. She silently laughed and spoke in a calm and bland voice.

"If you have feelings, then you can only be with Jun Qing."

Such a perfect pair. It seemed simple, but it was so flat that it was hard to follow.

The ladies were all silent, and the scholar under the pavilion was willing to admit defeat.

"Miss, please wait a moment. May I know what is the meaning of this …"

"Lady …" I just want to know your name. "

Luo Shang escaped from the sea of people, the group of men all had talent to admire her, and some even had love for her beauty, but they still surrounded her. Someone from the crowd shouted. This man seemed to be Prince Jin's Wife.

When they heard that it was the Prince Jin's Wife, they all became stiff and retreated.

Both of Leng Shaoyu's hands were behind his back, and his expression was locked on top of her body. If there was love in the Three Thousand Waters, then the only way would be to wait for Jun Qing. "Like the wind, it has accumulated grievances for a long time, and has been looking forward to Yilian for a long time."

"What a good pair." He pulled on the hair at Luo Shang's ear and smiled.

The meaning of this poem was that a woman had feelings for her husband, but in the end, in resentment, she had to spend her life reprimanding the world's heartless people.

Sun Gui, who was standing in front of the clock tower, was pointing at the cinnabar in the middle. Sun Gui, who was standing in front of the clock tower, was pointing at the cinnabar in the middle.

The horse galloped on its hooves, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A woman was standing right in the middle of the road, facing the galloping horses. She panicked, unable to dodge in time, and could only cover her eyes.

The girl felt as if her body had floated up like the wind. In a trance, she opened her eyes; this was a handsome face that she had never seen before in her life.

Leng Shaoyu placed her body down, and didn't even glance at her once.

"Young master …" "The woman held the handkerchief in her hand and called out to him." Thank you, young master, for saving me today. "May I ask Young Master …"

"No need." After throwing that sentence, Leng Shaoyu immediately walked towards Luo Shang. The way he looked at Luo Shang was extremely warm, it really made people envious.

Looking at the two figures walking away, the woman stood blankly on the spot and couldn't stop thinking back to the shocking scene from a moment ago.

"What an arrogant man, daring to be so disrespectful to the princess." Although that man saved her princess, he was still the first person who dared to charge into the princess of King Hanchao Palace.

"Don't spout nonsense. What do you know? That's a true hero." The woman was full of admiration.

The old mama, who had rushed over, looked closely at the man's back. Surprisingly, she felt that he looked very familiar. She suddenly thought of something. Princess, that person, he is King Jin. "

"King Jin?" The woman repeated herself over and over again. He was the King Jin who looked down on all women, but who would have thought that he would actually be so handsome. "Who is that woman beside her?"

The woman remembered the girl from before. She was very beautiful, but she didn't look that big.

The old wet nurse smiled. of course it's the Prince Jin's Wife. "

"Prince Jin's Wife … "His princess consort …" The woman kept watching as the two of them disappeared into the crowd. She was still gazing into the distance as she kept mumbling to herself.

The old mama reminded him, "It's time to return, princess. The Marquis will be angry, Prince Yuyi is still waiting for you."

"Hmph, then just let him wait. Even if I am to marry him, I won't marry a person without backbone." You guys go back and tell my father that I, Situ Jingyu, will only marry one person in my entire life. " "In the blink of an eye, she looked in the direction in which the man had left, her eyes revealing a different look." Even if he already has a wife. "