Song Yunxiu was relieved, "It turns out that looking at people who are dissatisfied with themselves has to grovel to themselves because of their identity, is it such a cool thing!?" ”

Murong Wan and Murong Hong's faces were as ugly as Song Qingyue just now, but they had to endure and feel aggrieved as she said.

"Hahaha......" Song Yunxiu smiled and looked at Song Qingyue, who also had an extremely bad face, "Thank you for inviting me over." ”

Song Qingyue was about to go crazy in her heart.

She invited Song Yunxiu to the Jingzhong Poetry Society, because she wanted to suppress her through the Jingzhong Poetry Society, and it was best to make her think that she was not worthy of the position of regent and princess.

But what is she doing now?

She is using her identity as the regent princess to wantonly suppress them!

Song Qingyue tried her best to restrain her distorted face, and echoed with a smile without emotion: "It's good that my sister is happy." ”

Song Yunxiu nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and entered the venue of the Jingzhong Poetry Club under the leadership of Mo Feng.

Just now, the matter between her and Song Qingyue and Murong Wan and Murong Hong's two siblings has spread throughout the venue, and everyone present already knows her identity, and naturally they also know that she uses her identity to oppress people, so after she entered, everyone present was walking around her in a different way.

But Song Yunxiu didn't care about it.

"Princess, if you're not happy, let's go back now." Mo Feng watched his princess sitting on a chair, eating the pastries and fruits on the table pitifully, and couldn't help whispering to her worriedly.

"I'm happy." Song Yunxiu picked up a piece of milky white pastry, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, while scanning everyone in the venue, and said without replying: "No one cares about me, it's exactly what I want." ”

She is most tired of hypocritical politeness, and now that everything is in her arms, why go back?

Mo Feng looked at Song Yunxiu carefully, and after seeing that she really didn't feel sad and lonely, he dispelled the idea of continuing to persuade her to go back.

"Everyone, be quiet." A young man in a blue robe walked to the middle of the venue and shouted loudly to everyone present, and then after seeing that everyone present was quiet, he continued: "Today is the day of the annual Jingzhong Poetry Meeting, and we invite the owner of Lin Jiabei Academy, Nanwang Shizi, to give us all a few words. ”

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on the prince of Nanwang, who was standing not far behind the blue-shirted man.

Song Yunxiu didn't know which was the prince of Nanwang, so he stared at the center of the venue for a while, and a young man with a handsome face and a red brocade robe walked out and stood in the center of the venue.

The man in the blue shirt gave up his place to the prince of Nanwang, and stepped aside to stand with the others.

"Today is the day of the annual Beijing Poetry Club, because it has been held in Meizhuang, Fengyang Lou and other places before, so after the person in charge of running the Beijing Poetry Club found me, I did not hesitate to let Lin Jia Courtyard out." Nanwang Shizi's face was a little complacent and arrogant above everyone, "Everyone knows that Lin Jia Courtyard has a unique scenery and beautiful scenery, and it is a ......."

Song Yunxiu listened for a while and felt that he was too chatty, so he immediately picked up an orange from the fruit bowl on the table next to him, and whispered to Mo Feng behind him while peeling it, "Where is this prince of Nanwang?" ”