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As Mu Zhihuan listened, although she did not really understand it, she could still feel some interest from listening to it.

"This person is quite talented."

Mu Zhihuan subconsciously discussed it with Jiang Zisu who was beside him. Jiang Zisu gave a light grunt of assent, then said: "But it's not as good as yours."

Eyebrows... What was going on? Just as Mu Zhihuan was feeling cold, Zhennan coincidentally looked at her.

Noticing the expression on Mu Zhihuan's face, Zhennan's face fell:

"Princess, do you think my time is bad?"

What was wrong with this person? Was his pride made of glass? Injured so easily?

"How would I dare? Since Brother Zhennan has finished, let me do it."

With that, Mu Zhihuan took a step forward and looked at the orchid. Poems and poems flashed across her mind, but none of them had any charm to them.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he inadvertently glanced at Gu Mingxuan, who was standing at the side.

However, that pair of eyes also displayed gentleness and gentleness, causing her thoughts to churn. Mu Zhihuan cleared her throat:

Nether orchid, in the empty mountain, the beauty loves not to be seen, write in the clear window.

You orchid, Ho Fei Fei Fei, the world was applied, I want the magma to fill up the Peiwei, a lot of people do not.

Nether Orchid, for whom good, dew cool breeze fragrance since old.

After she finished her poem, Mu Zhihuan turned around and looked somewhat embarrassedly at the crowd present. She didn't expect to see them and only saw one astonished expression after another.

Unknowingly, her gaze had touched that patch of white once again, but this time, Mu Zhihuan saw that the coldness in that pair of eyes, seemed to have dissipated quite a bit.

Zhennan, who had been clamoring all this time, was also a little stunned. He did not expect that the things she casually brought out were so beautiful.

The people present still remained silent for a long time within the aftertaste of that poem. It was Jiang Zimu who reacted first.

Immediately after, there was the sound of thunderous applause, engulfing Mu Zhihuan within it.

"As expected of a talented girl. How about it? I didn't lie to anyone, right?"

"I'm impressed, this poem by the Prince Lee Concubine Mu Zhihuan is different from Brother Zhennan's praising orchids, and more of the woman's special view on love is added in. Seconds! A second! "

With an unknown person's explanation, the entire courtyard erupted in thunderous applause.

Mu Zhihuan was a little embarrassed from being praised, she smiled at everyone bashfully: "You're flattering me."

Returning to Jiang Zisu's side, Mu Zhihuan lightly exhaled.

Jiang Zisu's eyes flowed with a tinge of pride: "See, I already said you are stronger than that man."

Mu Zhihuan hurriedly made him lower his voice. "Don't let Zhennan hear it.

Who would have thought that with just one poem from Mu Zhihuan, she would shock everyone. Zhennan immediately bowed to Mu Zhihuan.

"It's just as the rumors say. I've lost."

She never thought that he would suddenly become so modest again, Mu Zhihuan was unable to react for a moment, and under Jiang Zisu's reminder, she laughed and said: "In my opinion, I like the realistic style of Brother Zhennan's poems more. My poems are, after all, girls' poems, so they are very stingy."

Her words, made Zhennan admire her from the bottom of his heart.

"Please forgive Zhennan for offending you just now, consort."

With that, Zhennan respectfully handed over the piece of jade pendant that belonged to the carp.

Mu Zhihuan looked at the exquisite carving of the jade pendant, although her heart was moved, she said: "It's just a simple conversation between friends, no need to be so serious, I only need you to remember that I only need you to owe me a favor."

But he never thought that Zhennan was really stubborn. No matter what, he just said that he was willing to admit defeat and told Mu Zhihuan to keep the jade pendant.

It made Mu Zhihuan speechless for a while, and she could only ask Jiang Zisu for help.

Under the persuasion of the two people, Zhennan withdrew the jade pendant with a ashamed look on his face. He also promised that as long as it was related to Mu Zhihuan in the future, he would definitely take care of it as if it were his own business.

That had won Mu Zhihuan's good impression of him.

As a result, they began to chat.

During this period of time, Mu Zhihuan had naturally escaped with a lot of poems, but after chatting for a while, this group of people talked about the important matters of the country from the poems.

How could Mu Zhihuan get involved with this?

Jiang Zisu saw that she was really bored, so he let her go out for a walk, but requested her not to go too far.

Of course, Mu Zhihuan was happy to have free time, and immediately agreed: "Alright, I understand, I'll just take a stroll."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Jiang Zimu pointed to the left side of the courtyard: "Over there is my family's Tang Zi.

Walking out of the courtyard, there was a pond behind him, the lotus flowers on the pond had almost fallen, Mu Zhihuan looked at the pond full of decadence and sighed silently.

"Shouldn't you be reciting a poem at this time?"

A clear and cold voice came from behind, scaring Mu Zhihuan witless.

"Can you walk with a sound? You scared me to death."

Gu Mingxuan retracted his gaze and did not comment.

Seeing that he did not say anything, Mu Zhihuan kept her mouth shut. After walking forward a few steps, she saw a patch of peony.

Beautiful beyond compare.

The cold wind of early autumn blew past Mu Zhihuan, causing him to feel cold. Suddenly, she turned and looked at Gu Mingxuan: "Gu Mingxuan, what exactly do you want to do?"

Gu Mingxuan looked at Mu Zhihuan with clear eyes: "You finally asked me."

Mu Zhihuan looked at his face: "I originally really thought that you were here to find your wife and children, but you didn't make the slightest movement. Later on, I thought that you had given up and directly wanted to be together with Princess Pingle.

Lowering her eyes, Mu Zhihuan admitted it, she was indeed attracted to Gu Mingxuan.

This man would always make him unconsciously rely on him, just like how he clearly came here with Jiang Zisu today, but when he saw him, he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

However, she admitted it, but she also realized that she couldn't understand this man's words, "Gu Mingxuan, actually, my wife is a fake, right?"

"No." Gu Ming practically retorted without thinking, "The one thing that's fake is the relationship between me and Princess Pingle."

Gu Mingxuan took a step forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Mu Zhihuan. Even though there were a million delicate flowers in front of them, his eyes only looked at Mu Zhihuan:

"I need a reason to stay here. At the same time, she needs a reason to leave the palace."

Mu Zhihuan was in disbelief: "Princess Pingle?"

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that he could understand it too. After all, Princess Pingle could be considered to be a scheming woman.