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The empress actually strode down from the main seat and headed straight for Zhan Xiaolou, picking up a piece of paper with a brush and ink on it that had yet to dry.

"There is a beautiful woman in the mist of the moon. It was as graceful as an orchid, as if it was raised by a dragon. "Slow state can't be poor, the song will end, the hour of fall will look forward to, the day of cultivation will be empty..."

The empress read aloud the poem of War Pavilion.

Zhan Xiaolou thought to himself as he felt ashamed and ashamed. This poem was written in a book from modern times. She slightly modified it and wrote it out. However, this poem was very consistent with Feng Yushu's excellent dance style.

While the empress was reciting, the hall was silent. Only the sound of her chanting could be heard.

After the reading, it was still quiet and no one said anything. Zhan Xiaolou was shocked. Could it be … This poem does not suit Yue Mei's appetite?

After a few seconds of silence, a huge wave of praises suddenly erupted.

"Good poem, good poem."

"Amazing, Doctor Zhan has impressed me greatly."

"It's written too well …"

Zhan Xiaolou's face turned slightly red.

Feng Yu Xuan took the poem from the empress's hands and looked at it word by word, his eyes slowly turning red. In her eyes, was she actually so beautiful …

Chu Xunwen never thought that Zhan Xiaolou would write such a good poem. Not only did he not make her lose face in front of so many people, he even got her countless praises. Chu Xunwen fiercely stared at Zhan Xiaolou.

Battling Little Lou, there's plenty of time in the future, just you wait.

He clenched his fist tightly under the table. His face was still normal, but his heart was unbearably tight. The look in his eyes when he looked at Feng Yushu had become indecisive.

After the banquet ended, Zhan Xiaolou was called to the back hall to treat Feng Yushu.

When Zhan Xiaolou walked in, he only saw Feng Yushu seriously reading the poem Zhan Xiaolou had written for him.

The earnest expression on Zhan Xiaolou's face deepened the shame in his heart. He didn't think too much about it when he wrote it. He hoped that he didn't misunderstand anything.

Hearing the voice, Feng Yu's gaze slid towards the person at the door. "You're here."

"Yes, ninth prince." Being alone with Feng Yu, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable!

"Please sit down! The Queen Mother and Big Brother are tired, so they went to rest early. Feng Yu Xuan said indifferently, as if he could read Zhan Xiaolou's thoughts.

Zhan Xiaolou felt slightly awkward and soon recovered his composure. He replied and sat to the side without saying anything.

"That poem …" After a moment of silence, Feng Yushu finally spoke.

"That poem was not bad. I didn't expect you to not only have great medical skills, but also write a good poem."

"Ninth Prince, you're too kind."

Feng Yubing's face slightly sank, and he said in a deep voice: "You don't have to keep calling me the Ninth Prince, even if you haven't become my adopted sister, we are still friends right?"

He had a nagging feeling that Zhan Xiaolou had gradually distanced himself from him at some point and had become more courteous as well.

"Alright."

After that was a long period of silence. When the prince's husband didn't come, Zhan Xiaolou couldn't sit still anymore. He had a nagging feeling that something was wrong with tonight's Feng Yushu, but he wasn't able to say what was wrong for a while.

He stealthily glanced at Feng Yushu, who was sitting in the same position. He had now changed his dancing clothes to a light pink long jacket, filling in some of his soft and spirited temperament.

"Why don't I check your pulse first?" Zhan Xiaolou broke the silence.

Feng Yushu finally looked at her and nodded slightly. "Alright."

She gently pressed her pulse, and a moment later, she retracted her hand. Her face was somewhat heavy, Feng Yu Zheng's body was already very weak from his anorexia and depression.

According to modern man, it was anorexia and depression.