"Seriously?" Rao was mentally prepared, but hearing that Luo Yelin could actually do it to this extent, Qiu Yue still couldn't believe it.

But she eased her mind, quickly stabilized her emotions, and nodded with a smile: "Actually, looking at the prince's attitude towards the princess just now, it is estimated that this matter is similar...... After all, the prince has always been a clean person, and since he has identified the princess, it is estimated that there is no reason to find anyone else. ”

"But ......" Qiu Yue suddenly thought of something, frowned slightly, seemed to be a little embarrassed, hesitated for a long time before gently saying the next paragraph, "I don't know if you've heard of it, the princess has had some bad rumors with the concubine recently, and I don't know if it's true or not...... If it was true, the princess would be sorry for the prince. ”

Compared with Qiu Yue's hesitation, Chunhua's attitude was much calmer: "Even what we can know, how can the prince not know?" And although the prince has the princess in his heart, after all, he is also a smart prince since he was a child, and it is impossible to listen to the princess's unreliable explanation. ”

"You just saw that the prince is so good to the princess, and when you see that the two of you are careless, don't believe those unfounded rumors." Spring flowers persuade Autumn Moon.

"Yes." Qiu Yue's brow gradually relaxed.

An Juan and Luo Yelin sat at the dining table together, drinking porridge and chatting casually.

The two of them have always been rambling when chatting, thinking of what to say, and the most interesting thing is that they can still keep up with each other's thoughts, so as not to produce awkward silent scenes and blank conversations.

"The renovation team I came to this time said that the style you gave was very good, and they got a lot of inspiration from it, and they wanted to thank you on the spot." Picking up a small pickle with a small chopsticks at will, Luo Yelin said casually, "But I rejected them, I just said that if I want to thank you, I will decorate more carefully and don't have any problems." ”

"I just scribbled and came up with a little idea." An Xuan was a little crying and laughing, "But I still believe in their level, after all, they are a well-known team that has been in Kyoto for so long." ”

"Well, that's right." Luo Yelin picked up the porridge bowl and drank the porridge, and the porcelain spoon gently touched the edge of the porcelain bowl when stirring, making a nice sound.

Almost after eating, the carriage of the palace stopped at the door, Luo Yelin pulled An Juan into the car, and the car gurgled to the door of the Yuanju Pavilion.

Although a sign has been hung yesterday, saying that the window will not be open again during this time, there are still many people here this morning, some of them are guests who didn't come yesterday or didn't notice the sign, and the other part is who want to try their luck, thinking that if An Juan regrets it, he can still grab a guest in the front position.

Seeing the carriage of the palace coming, someone recognized his identity and hurriedly shouted: "The prince's carriage is here!" ”

What is Luo Yelin's carriage doing here?

After thinking about it for a while, everyone felt that it should be An Juan sitting in the car.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of Yuanju Pavilion, the curtain was opened, and Luo Yelin and An Juan jumped out of the car one after the other.

Seeing that there were still many people standing in front of the window, An Juan was a little surprised, but she quickly retracted the expression on her face and waved her hand sharply: "I won't be here at the window in the future, I'm sorry, please go back, don't wait any longer." ”

Some diners listened to An Juan's words, so they turned around neatly, and each went home or went to the next place to go, while some of them did not give up, still staying outside, chasing An Juan over and over again, asking her if she really stopped selling things?

In response to their inquiry, An Juan showed a smile, and then replied politely: "I won't sell things here at the window anymore, but the Yuanju Pavilion will officially open in a few days, if you have time, you can come and take a look, the things sold in the store are about the same price as those in the window, but the variety is more complete, and the packaging is more exquisite." ”

After finishing this wave of advertisements, An Juan no longer answered their questions, and directly grabbed Luo Yelin, who had been standing beside her with a smile, and the two walked side by side into the Yuanju Pavilion, which had not yet opened.

Behind them, several scholars gathered together and discussed curiously: "Doesn't the prince know about Miss An and An Daoping?" ”

"I took a look, and the prince was as if nothing had happened, and he was still intimate with Miss An...... He can't be unclear about everything, right? Is this impossible? A scholar vigorously recalled Luo Yelin's expression, and his expression was a little puzzled.

Everyone else was a little puzzled, and in the end, everyone came up with several reasons why Luo Yelin was still as usual.

Even when they walked into the academy, they were still arguing about the reason why Luo Yelin was still gentle with An Juan.

An Daoping turned his back to them, seemingly looking at the painting, but in fact, his mind was not on the painting in front of him, and he was always listening to their chatter behind him.

Hearing that they wondered why Yu Luo Yelin was not angry and treated An Juan well, An Daoping sneered in his heart.

Because Luo Yelin is all pretending! It seems that he is tender and sweet to An Juan, and he doesn't know what he did to her in private...... Thinking of this, An Daoping stretched out his hand to cover his heart, only to feel that the pain was about to suffocate.

Wan'er is just an ordinary woman, but she has to be held hostage by the dignified prince, what can she do?

And he ...... It's just an ordinary person.

An Daoping really didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he quickly reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and then stood up without saying a word, and seemed to calmly go to the outside of the academy, looking for an empty and unoccupied place, before he dared to let the tears rag on his cheeks.

When thinking of An Juan and feeling sad for her, An Daoping is a talented man with a lot of ideas, and this time too.

Seeing that he seemed to go out normally, and then came back in tears, a scholar who had a good relationship with An Daoping in the academy came forward and cared for some gossip: "Brother Daoping, what's wrong with you?" ”

Realizing that he was seen by others, An Daoping sniffed and said, "I went out to hang out just now, and suddenly I had an inspiration and thought of a poem, and now I plan to come back and write it down quickly, so as not to forget it for a while." ”

Before, An Daoping's level in the academy was just middle and upper, not outstanding or too backward, he was an ordinary person.

But after writing those sad love poems, his talent was praised by many powerful people one after another, and many women and children who did not know much about words recited his poems, and An Daoping jumped out of their class directly and became a talented man known by many people.

This made many scholars who claimed to be more talented than An Daoping a little unconvinced, and maliciously speculated whether An Daoping used some dishonorable means to get this kind of good poetry.

Now seeing that An Daoping was going to compose a poem on the spot, everyone gathered around curiously, wanting to see what An Daoping's aura was, whether it was ordinary or flashing.

An Daoping first stretched out his hand and pulled a piece of rice paper, crying in embarrassment, while writing and drawing on it with a brush, many words and sentences could not be connected, and they were arranged crookedly on the rice paper.

Coupled with the tears smashed on the rice paper, the ink was directly smeared, and many scholars couldn't see what An Daoping had written.

A few scholars who could make out the font struggled to read out the words one by one.

After An Daoping finished writing a piece of rice paper, he pulled another one and scribbled for a while.

Then he smeared on the original traces for a long time, and most people couldn't see what An Daoping was doing or writing at this time.

About two quarters of an hour later, the master was attracted by this kind of excitement, and curiously picked up the onlookers, and stood directly in front of An Daoping, and watched An Daoping's creation nearby.

Seeing the master coming, An Daoping was choked and hiccuped several times in a row, and the only sadness left in his heart was gone.

So he wiped away his tears, took out a new piece of rice paper, and copied the poems from the other two sheets of rice paper to the chapter paper word by word.

This time he used a normal font, and there were no water marks to mess up the ink, so everyone could see it clearly.

After only looking at the draft, the master applauded directly: "Okay! All right! ”

An Daoping carefully checked the poems on the rice paper again, revised them again, and then handed it to the master, who had been standing next to him for a long time, and said with some embarrassment: "This is a poem written by the disciple on a whim, and I hope the master will help me take a look." ”

The master almost glanced twice, put the rice paper back on the table, and then praised An Daoping: "Daoping, when the teacher saw that you were not good at talking, I thought that your literary talent was just mediocre, but I didn't expect that there would be such a literary talent!" ”

In the face of the master's praise, An Daoping pursed his lips a little embarrassedly, revealing a shy smile: "The master praised it falsely." ”

But An Daoping's modesty was powerless to make the master change his mind in the face of the strength he really showed, and he almost didn't hesitate to take the rice paper back on his face and observe it carefully for a moment, and then turned around directly and walked somewhere: "I'll discuss it with the other masters." ”

When the master left the room, the scholars all gathered around and asked An Daoping what he had encountered and who his inspiration was.

On this kind of gossip about bright colors, the scholars who are honest on weekdays are extremely excited, and they are directly divided into two factions without An Daoping saying a word, one thinks that An Daoping has Luo Xuan in his heart, and the other firmly believes that An Juan is An Daoping's muse.

The words "Luo Xuan", "An Daoping", "Princess" and "Ann Girl" repeatedly sounded in An Daoping's ears, and at first he could still try to cover his ears to isolate the noisy sounds of the outside world, but their voices seemed to have magic power, directly entering his mind through the palm of his hand, raging in his mind, making him almost crazy.