"What Childe said earlier is true?" Ouyang Wan said with a smile.

"Of course it's true, I've already written this poem, you listen to it......" Zhao Wuregret was about to read it, but was interrupted by Ouyang Wan.

"I'm talking about another thing, it's up to me to fight or kill what Childe said before, right?" Ouyang Wan looked Zhao Wuregret up and down with a smile, as if she was thinking about where to start.

"Hehe, Miss Ouyang is naturally beautiful and kind, how can she like those things that fight and kill, let's talk about poetry."

Seeing Zhao Wuregret denying it in every possible way, Ouyang Wan was not angry, which of the men she saw on weekdays was not personable in front of her, it was the first time she had seen a person like Zhao Wuregret, who was literary but not arrogant, unlike other scholars, who had a reputation and looked up at the sky and disdained others.

"What I said to Ruoyi yesterday, Childe may have had some misunderstanding before," Ouyang Wan blushed when she thought of yesterday's incident, how could this person have such thoughts.

"Actually, I asked her for Childe to let Childe join our poetry club, but I didn't make it clear at the time, so that Childe misunderstood something, please forgive me."

"I know, but let's talk about joining the poetry club," Zhao Wuregret said helplessly, he really can't compose poetry, he was very excited before he didn't participate in the poetry meeting, but since the Daming Temple poetry meeting, he knows that it's not that simple, he won't be so lucky every time, he has poems that he can use, in case he is exposed at that time, then he still has a face?

"Hmph, I don't care, you touched me before, there, I'm going to call the arrest to catch you," Ouyang Wanjiao said angrily.

Looking at this little girl who didn't understand the world, Zhao Wuregret also had a headache, just helped her waist, if she really let others know, it was she who lost, and she actually threatened herself with this.

"What kind of poetry club are you? Did you do it yourself?"

"Our poetry club is called 'Murong Poetry Society', which is very famous in Jinling, and we are all in the top three at the annual Golden Autumn Poetry Meeting," Ouyang Wan said proudly.

"Murong Poetry Society? Why don't you call it Ouyang Poetry Society?" Zhao Wuregret said.

"That's because Sister Murong is more harmful than me, so it's called the Murong Poetry Society," Ouyang Wan said as a matter of course.

"According to what you say, then if I am worse than that Murong chick, will I call the 'No Regrets' Poetry Society in the future?"

"How can this be? This poetry club is the brainchild of Sister Murong, how can you snatch it, besides, the poetry club is our good sisters, they will not agree. Ouyang Wan said angrily.

"All good sisters? Do you mean that the poetry club is all women?" Zhao Wuregret asked suspiciously, if this is the case, it is not bad to join, a large group of beauties surround him, surrounded by incense, then the poetry club is simply a man's paradise.

"Ah, this, it's ...... for the time being" Ouyang Wan looked at Zhao Wuregret's face carefully, and seeing that he was not angry, she said, "Zhao Gongzi will be the first man to join!"

"It's okay if you want me to join, but you have to promise me one condition."

"Okay, I agreed," Ouyang Wan hurriedly responded.

I didn't even ask what the conditions were, so I agreed so quickly, either this chick is too simple, or she is not sincere, and she is ready to pay in the future.

So in this way, Zhao Wuregret became the first male member of this Murong Poetry Society.

"Zhao Gongzi, you said earlier that you wrote a poem here, come and read it for me," Ouyang Wan hurriedly asked urgently after achieving her goal.

"I forgot, I was going to read it to you just now, but then you interrupted it, and I forgot it again." Zhao Wuregret smiled, thinking in his heart to tease this girl.

"Okay, you dare to tease me," Ouyang Wan suddenly got angry, and the whole person pounced, but unexpectedly, his feet slipped and he threw himself into Zhao Wuregret's arms.

The ice muscle and jade bones entered her arms, the fragrance of virginity was moving, Ouyang Wan just raised her head, her eyes were bright, and her eyes looked at her pitifully, Zhao Wuregret felt like a string had been plucked in her heart, and she couldn't wait to lean down to kiss the delicate soft lips.

"Ah, are you alright, Miss," the girl behind her cried out, interrupting the ambiguity between the two.

"I'm fine," Ouyang Wan stood up and blushed her cheeks, even if she liked to joke again, but after all, she was still an unmarried girl, and this kind of thing couldn't go overboard.

"Zhao Gongzi, we are leaving, we will return to Jinling today, and we will see you in the future," Ouyang Wan said to Zhao Wuregret and prepared to leave.

"Wait, you haven't listened to the poem I wrote yet," Zhao Wuregret was reluctant to hear that the beautiful woman was leaving, and he read softly.

"More than thirteen years old, cardamom tips in early February. Spring breeze ten miles of Yangzhou Road, roll up the bead curtain is not as good. ”

Ouyang Wan bit her lips, as a talented woman, how could she not know the meaning of this poem, looked up at Zhao Wuregret again, and left silently, her heart was chaotic, the husband in her heart naturally wanted to be talented, and judging from the past two days, Zhao Wuregret was obviously very talented, but he and he had only met him twice, how could he make such a poem with a strong hint to himself? And his relationship with Wei Zihan ......

Ouyang Wan sighed lightly, and secretly recited the poem just now, her heart was at a loss.

Zhao Wuregret knew that Lin Zichang wanted to invite him today, and of course there were other people who participated in the poetry meeting together yesterday, but he didn't say whether it was noon or night, and he didn't want to go out for a long time, so he returned to Lin Mansion early.

Back in the courtyard, as expected, two young girls were sitting at the stone table doing needlework, looking like it should be a men's robe.

didn't see Wei Zihan, Zhao Wuregret couldn't help but feel a little lost, but he still smiled and greeted Lin Ruoyi and Red Sleeves, and after the two women got up and saluted, they looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Needless to say, Zhao Wuregret knew that this was waiting for Journey to the West, but seeing that there was only a robe in front of the two, he beckoned a maid in the courtyard and whispered a few words in her ear.

Lin Ruoyi and the others were waiting for his story, but they saw him sitting there silently, until the maid took the pen and paper to Zhao Wuregret, and then he put it in front of Red Sleeves, and then understood his intentions.

The corners of the red sleeves pursed the corners of her mouth, she didn't seem very happy, it was all copied by Wei Zihan a few days ago, but she didn't come today, so she had to let herself be tired, and reluctantly picked up the pen.

"Okay, I'll copy some later," Lin Ruoyi comforted when she saw this, she knew that Red Sleeves was a little uncomfortable, and every time she talked about Zhao Wuregret before, her eyes lit up, but yesterday she and Wei Zihan said Zhao Wuregret's previous words, saying that Zhao Wuregret likes Wei Zihan, and when the two of them want to go away together, Red Sleeves on the side is a little depressed, in fact, why not?