The next morning, thick clouds covered the sky, as if waiting for a downpour.

Su Yueleng got up early and punched, and saw Jian Yun walking suffocating with a food box.

"What's wrong? Early in the morning, I had a sad face. Su Yue cleared her hands coldly, and then she sighed again.

"The third prince just came to the mansion to find Miss You to swim in the lake, but he was bumped into by the second lady and took people away directly!" Jian Yun looked at Su Yueleng angrily.

She usually complained a lot about Su Yanran's thoughts about the three princes, but she was beaten back by Su Yueleng when she returned, and in turn accused her of being too narrow-minded, which was really anxious.

"Swimming in the lake?" Su Yue took a cold sip of porridge, and a flash of inspiration flashed.

I vaguely remember that in the summer of eleven years old, Su Yanran would make her debut at the Painting Boat Poetry Conference, paving the way for winning the reputation of the first talented woman in Dasheng in the future.

Is it today?

"Jianyun, go get my gear out."

"Ouch, my eldest lady, why do you still want to sneak out of the house to play, the slave is talking to you about the third prince, he is obviously your fiancé, how can he always be dominated by the second lady······"

"I'm going to the Picture Boat Poetry Club."

"Huh? Oh good! Good! Jianyun was overjoyed. Miss, this is finally figured out?

Sitting in front of the dresser, Su Yueleng looked at her small self in the bronze mirror, her posture was natural, as bright as the first moon.

Now she has not been devastated by the battlefield, and her heart has not been like a nymphomaniac to pounce on the third prince Chu Mello.

Daddy is still there, Jianyun is still there, everything is still in time!

Combing the high long ponytail and outlining the thick sword eyebrows, Su Yueleng's jaw was slightly raised.

In this life, she will never let history repeat itself!

After finishing her makeup, Su Yueleng has already become a handsome little boy, especially the ageless maturity between her eyebrows, which adds a bit of sharp charm to her.

Jian Yun lost her mind, when did the eldest lady have such a strong aura?

"Someone asked, and they said I slept."

Dropping a sentence, Su Yue coldly climbed over the wall and left the Hou Mansion in minutes.

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The capital is very hot in August, and the Moon Lake in Xicheng District has become a good place for everyone to enjoy the coolness.

Especially today, there are many literati and scholars around Moon Lake, just because of this annual painting boat poetry meeting.

The 10-day poetry festival was hosted by the Jingzhao Yin Mansion, providing a platform for poets from all over the world to communicate with each other, and it was also a place for many young talents to show their talents.

Su Yueleng was dressed in an ice-blue brocade robe, with elegant bamboo leaf patterns embroidered on fine silk, which made her even more handsome, with thick black sword eyebrows and heroic spirit, a pair of eyes as clear as spring water, able to speak, as far as the eye could see, it was like a breeze coming, and it was comfortable to look at.

Especially on this gloomy day, it is even more eye-catching.

Everyone saw that this handsome young man was on the painting boat run by the three princes, and they all guessed which noble son this was.

"Hey, where are you? How come I haven't seen you before? ”

As soon as Su Yueleng showed the Hou Mansion waist card and got on the boat, he was stopped by someone.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be the notorious Seventh Prince Chu Duyu in his previous life!

This guy is extremely lustful, he lingers in Qinglou all day long, and then he was exiled to the frontier for taking action on the emperor's concubine, which can be described as a shame for the royal family!

"Stinky boy, I'm asking you!" Chu Duyu crossed his arms around his chest, he was only thirteen years old at the moment, and he was only a little taller than Su Yueleng, but his arrogant momentum was eager to swallow people.

Su Yueleng didn't have a good impression of this kind of morally corrupt guy, she glanced at her, turned her head and was about to walk away.

Seeing this, Chu Duyu hurriedly followed. "What's your attitude? Don't you know my identity, sir? ”

"I'm telling you, I'm today—sizzle!"

Before he could finish speaking, the cold saber pressed against his neck.