In the attic of the third floor of Xuemei Building, a beautiful woman who looks like a fairy in the mortal world sits elegantly and calmly.

The woman was delicate in appearance and had a fair complexion. She wore a green brocade leather jacket, the color was very bright, but under the light of her countenance, even the most brilliant brocade looked colorless.

This woman is naturally the poet and beauty in Xuemei Building who is admired by countless young heroes.

Around the circle, tables and chairs carved from fine sandalwood are placed in the Accord. The tables and chairs are also depicted with detailed different patterns, and the delicate and gentle feeling that belongs to the daughter's family flows everywhere.

Near the bamboo window of the Accord, there were a few pieces of white paper on the rosewood table, and a few ink pens resting on the inkstone, and the white paper was stained with some heavy ink.

Looking at the delicate brushwork outlined on the white paper, it seems to declare that the owner of the boudoir is sentimental and delicate. The bamboo window was hung with purple tulle, and the wind was blowing slowly outside the window.

"Da Da Da ......"

A crisp sound of footsteps came from outside the door of this Accord, and the poet's bright starry eyes immediately looked over, and she saw Meng Su coming with a white roll in both hands.

"Sister, give." Mengsu walked straight to the poet from the door to the poet girl, and a pair of jade hands gently placed the poem scroll on the sandalwood table in front of the poet.

"Well, are you sure he did it himself?" The poet whispered softly, her soft voice as touching as the warm sunshine in the spring of June.

Meng Su grinned with red lips and said with a smile: "Sister, Meng Su saw with his own eyes that it was made by the son just now. ”

"Hmm." The poet nodded slightly, and then slowly opened the scroll.

As soon as the white paper opened, the poet and the beautiful poet stared at the poems word by word with a pair of crystal clear eyes.

"This ........." When the poet saw a poem, her beautiful eyes shrank sharply, and all kinds of complex emotions instantly surged in the depths of her eyes, and no one could know.

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In another place, Xu Muchuan didn't seem to be nervous at all, sitting aside and closing his eyes to recuperate. Wen Ruofei also stood silently behind Xu Muchuan like a stone sculpture.

Occasionally, a few young junjie couldn't help but glance at Xu Muchuan.

Many people are thinking about what Xu Muchuan wrote just now, but judging from the black ink handwriting, a group of young heroes can know that Xu Muchuan wrote a poem, but the content of the poem is not clear at all.

A quarter of an hour after Monsu left here, she finally came back with a dance step.

Xu Muchuan didn't have any nervous expressions, and the more than ten young heroes in the room looked at Mengsu with bated breath one after another.

"Miss Mengsu, what did Miss Shi say?" Xu Muchuan's ears naturally heard Mengsu's light footsteps, Xu Muchuan stood up unhurriedly, stared at Mengsu who came forward and said slightly.

Mengsu's willow eyebrows were raised, and he said very happily: "Young Master Xu, Sister Shi is invited." ”

As soon as Meng Su thought of her sister Shi's stunned appearance when she saw the poems just now, she couldn't help but look at Xu Muchuan a few more times. Mengsu knows that her sister poetry is well-read, and how many celebrities and everyone's poems have not made Sister Shi feel any emotional fluctuations.

But when Sister Shi saw the poems written by Xu Gongzi in front of her, Sister Shi, who had always been as calm as water, exclaimed several times, and Mengsu could see some admiration in Sister Shi's beautiful eyes.

"Who the hell is he?" Mengsu stared at Xu Muchuan, and couldn't help but muttered to himself in his heart.

"Okay, please lead the way." Xu Muchuan didn't feel any surprise, because everything seemed to be expected by him.

However, the young junjie who were standing on the side and watching Xu Muchuan and Mengsu were obviously not so calm, they all opened their mouths in shock, and then they couldn't help but take a breath of cold air: "Hiss-you actually got the invitation of the poet girl?" ”

"What the hell did he write? Why was the poet invited to meet her? In the crowd, there were faint voices of exclamation.

"How is that possible? Why didn't the poet invite me to meet me, but invited this boy who had just been here for a short time? Some people bowed their heads in jealousy and sighed softly.

Even Wen Ruofei, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but glance at Xu Muchuan's back.

"Miss Mengsu, this is my friend, can you enter together?" Xu Muchuan then asked.

The joy on Meng Suqiao's face did not diminish by half, and she shook her head gently and responded, "Young Master Xu, Sister Shi just let you in alone." ”

Hearing Mengsu's answer, couldn't Xu Muchuan understand?

So, Xu Muchuan turned to look at Wen Ruofei with a cold expression, and politely hugged his fists and said, "Brother Wen, since this is the case, I bother you to wait for me here." ”

"Yes, Childe." Wen Ruofei hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded and agreed.

Wen Ruofei was able to agree so refreshed, because he didn't find the slightest danger in the surroundings. If there was really someone in Xuemei Building who wanted to threaten Xu Muchuan's safety, Wen Ruofei would definitely not leave Xu Muchuan half a step.

However, since it seemed that there was no danger here, Wen Ruo naturally had to listen to Xu Muchuan's words and waited quietly in place.

Then, Xu Muchuan followed behind Mengsu and walked towards the Accord in another place.

Gently pushing open the door of the Accord, Mengsu led Xu Muchuan to the Accord residence where the poet lived.

Xu Muchuan glanced around from the corner of his eyes and found that all kinds of decorations were placed extremely delicately, and it was really difficult for ordinary people to have this level.

Immediately after, Xu Muchuan looked in this direction, and he vaguely saw a charming woman sitting next to the desk.

"Sister, Xu Gongzi, who wrote the poem just now, is here." Mengsu quickened her pace and walked to the side of the poet.

Xu Muchuan followed closely behind, and politely hugged his fists and said, "Girl Shi, Xiaosheng is polite." ”

The poet glanced at Mengsu, and Mengsu understood his meaning and left here. So, in the Accord, there were only the poets sitting quietly and Xu Muchuan standing outside the curtain.

"Childe, please come in." A crisp word came, and Xu Muchuan's ears seemed to melt.

Xu Muchuan calmly opened the curtain and walked in. Without the barrier of the light gauze curtain, Xu Muchuan was a little stunned at the first glance of his eyes at the poet.

The green silk like a waterfall hangs from the top of the head and falls on both sides of the ears, the faint long skirt outlines the hazy and graceful figure of the poet, and the delicate cheeks that are as white as jade still have a little blush.

It can be said that the beautiful posture of the poet made Xu Muchuan feel unnatural.