Zhan Mijiang looked at her quietly.

He had already thought about what she would look like if she wore the robes of a literati.

The person standing in front of him now is a thousand and ten thousand times more suitable than he thought in his heart.

"Now that we're ready, let's go." He withdrew his gaze and said with a smile.

He also changed into a cyan robe, which looked somewhat similar to the one on hers.

The ancients didn't know what this meant, but Zhan Mijiang knew very well about couples from the very beginning.

Bullying the ancients did not understand.

The carriage quietly left from the back door of the palace, and stopped at the Qimengyuan where the poetry meeting was held.

In order to conceal his identity, this carriage looks ordinary, and there is no bearing of a king at all.

Zhan Mijiang jumped out of the carriage and helped her out, and the two handed over the invitation and entered the Qimeng Garden.

The garden is full of people, and as soon as you enter the garden, you can see a dancing girl dancing on the main stage.

The winter is cold, but the dancing girl on the stage is still wearing tulle light clothes, with a slender waist and dancing with the music.

The poetry meeting usually starts in the evening, and during the day, most of the Qingqi people from the Qin Mansion and Chu Pavilion come to perform.

In ancient times, people did not have much entertainment, and it was lively to watch the song and dance performances.

The two modern people obviously felt quite bored in their hearts, but they still pretended to be novel and looked at it for a while, and then got up and went to the side to take a turn.

The good poems made two days before the Winter Yuan Poetry Meeting have been pasted on the board and placed in a conspicuous place for people to appreciate.

Zhan Mijiang was not interested in this at all, but because of the people around her, he still accompanied her for a walk.

Ye Chuijin is even less interested in this, after she became a movie queen in the original world, most of the points where the sunspots hacked her were focused on her low education.

She didn't even go to college, and she didn't even study this kind of poetry.

At this time, in order to maintain his own personality, Ye Chuijin would pretend to take a look in front of a board, take a look, sometimes frowning, and seemed to be very immersed in it.

Just when the two of them were strolling around so seriously, someone was careless and slammed into Ye Chuijin.

Ye Chuijin stumbled and fell into Zhan Mijiang's arms.

"I'm sorry." The person who hit the person arched his hand and ran away like a person who had nothing to do.

Zhan Mijiang hugged the person in his arms and was particularly concerned: "Is it okay?" ”

The little fairy's ears were slightly red, and she stood out of his arms, shook her head, and then went to look at the board again.

Zhan Mijiang was full of the touch that seemed to have her soft body, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but hook.

There was a bustling crowd around, but most of them were looking at what they were interested in.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Zhan Mijiang approached her again.

The man's breath came from all directions, and she unconsciously wanted to take a step back, but behind it was the board where the poems were displayed.

Zhan Mijiang smiled, and his voice was lowered: "Madam, I am uneducated, you can tell me what this poem means." ”

His words were full of ambiguous teasing, and the little fairy raised his eyes slightly to look at him.

She was now dressed in the dress of a literati, which was very different from her usual appearance.

Looking at it like this, Zhan Mijiang only felt that her bones were soft.

The little fairy was extremely simple and sincere, and when he saw that he wanted to know what the poem in front of him meant, he explained from a kind and good mouth: "This poem is a homesick poem......"