into the king's mansion

Li Che also heard about Xu Tianluo going to Ling Mansion to propose marriage to Ling Chuyu.

At first, I was surprised by this wave of operations.

Letting a side concubine go to propose marriage is simply the most funny in the world!

Although the Ling family has not yet agreed, he also knows that the Ling family's piece of fragrant bread is not known how many people are worried about.

But what about him?

That Ling Chuyu didn't know what it was, he always alienated and even targeted him intentionally or unintentionally.

Emotionally, he's lagged behind too much and hasn't made much progress.

Now I need to find a way to get in touch with her more, improve my previous impression, and let him know how good he is.

"By the way, the maple leaves in Zhangtai have turned red in the past two days, I can organize a poetry meeting, and invite her over when the time comes, she shouldn't refuse." “

With great effort, he came up with such a good idea.

So he wrote an invitation and invited the daughters of the Ling family to go to Zhangtai to participate in the poetry meeting.

Ling Chuyu didn't want to participate, but Mu Nianbai wanted to go.

She said that she wanted to see what the poetry in Shangjing would be like, was it the same as Langya?

But now that she is pregnant, Ling Yunyi is not worried about her going alone.

had to let Ling Chuyu go with him to help take care of Mu Nianbai.

"Yu'er, you can accompany Nian'er on a trip, she hasn't participated in the poetry meeting when she came to Beijing. “

Ling Yunyi looked at Ling Chuyu with flattery.

He loves Nianbai to the bones, and he almost responds to his requests.

Ling Chuyu was envious of her brother and sister-in-law's feelings, but she really didn't want to participate in any poetry meeting, the limelight had not yet passed, not to mention that it was still a poetry meeting.

She was afraid that she would vomit directly in disgust when she saw Liche.

"She, how can she have the face to go out to meet people now. “

Ling Xiaoxiao happened to pass by, not forgetting the yin and yang weird tone and saying cool words.

Ling Chuyu didn't even have the heart to quarrel with her.

It's all about dogs.

"Xiaoxiao, you can't talk like this, she's your sister. “

Ling Yunyi said in a low voice.

"Brother, don't worry, I will take a good look at my sister-in-law, my sister doesn't want to go, so she doesn't have to go, anyway, her poetry is not very good, and she will lose face in Lingfu if she goes." “

In his previous life, in order to follow Li Che to the battlefield, Ling Chuyu paid special attention to riding and archery, and had no intention of reading and writing at all. However, Ling Xiaoxiao is not bad in poetry, she won over Ling Chuyu in this point.

"Okay, brother, I'll go, I'll take care of my sister-in-law, you can rest assured. “

Ling Chuyu agreed to participate in the poetry meeting.

When Ling Chuyu thought of Li Che's nasty look, he was disgusted in his heart.

But I didn't worry about Ling Xiaoxiao's little work to take care of Nian'er, so I had to endure the nausea to participate in the poetry meeting.

This king is also a rich lord, and a poetry meeting alone is so lively.

The poetry meeting was held in Zhangtai.

Zhangtai is famous for its red leaves, and there are ten miles of maple trees planted here.

When autumn arrives, the maple leaves are as red as if they have been soaked in blood, and the entire mountain peak is fiery red.

The autumn breeze passes, and the fallen leaves fall in a row, which is really a beautiful place in the world

In order to take care of Mu Nianbai conveniently, Ling Chuyu rode in a carriage with her.

"Yu'er, look at it, how beautiful these leaves are. “

Mu Nianbai was like a child who had been locked up for a long time, and he was overjoyed along the way.

"Nian'er, you sit down, be careful of your body, Zhangtai is relatively cold on the mountain, you have to put on your clothes. “

Ling Chuyu didn't have the heart to appreciate the maple leaves, she put all her heart on Mu Nianbai's body, thinking that she had to take care of it no matter what.

"Oh, Yu'er, I finally came out to play once, can you stop taking care of me?"

Mu Nianbai pretended to look at Ling Chuyu with pity.

Ever since you became pregnant, you have to be careful all the time.

While the two of them were talking, they had come to the Maple Leaf Hall in Zhangtai.

"Alright, let's take our seats. ”

Li Che caught a glimpse of Ling Fu's car driving, and was in a very happy mood, but he didn't expect Ling Chuyu to really come, it seemed that she didn't hate herself so much.

"You're here, I've already found a seat for you, go in and sit. ”

Li Che had eaten a few closed-door soups with Ling Chuyu, and he didn't dare to talk to her directly, but was very enthusiastic about Ling Xiaoxiao.

Ling Xiaoxiao saw that Li Che was good-looking, a royal family, and so good to herself, her heart had already blossomed, and it seemed that she was still very attractive.

Squeezed his eyebrows and smiled, and was ashamed for a long time before twisting his body and sitting down.

Li Che arranged their seats in the closest place to him.

In order to keep a distance from him, Ling Chuyu chose the next seat to sit down, and Ling Xiaoxiao naturally sat in the closest place to Li Che.

Li Che saw that everyone had already sat down, and he didn't talk nonsense, and directly announced the start of the poetry meeting.

"Okay, let's warm up the scene first, let's have the simplest one, which is already flying flowers into poems, how about it?"

Li Che said that flying flowers are poems, that is, the people who participate in the poetry meeting blindfold themselves, and then go to pick a flower, and use the number of petals as the number of poems they compose.

As soon as everyone heard that Li Che had a proposal, they all responded to it, and no one objected.

And so the poetry meeting began.

Ling Chuyu had already set his eyes on a flower with the fewest petals, and then blindfolded and plucked it.

"Yu'er, how many petals are you?"

Mu Nianbai came over to look at Ling Chuyu's flowers.

"It's okay, five-petal. ”

Ling Chuyu's excitement was not very sufficient.

"It's over, mine is eight-petaled, what should I do?"

Mu Nianbai has always liked to do business, and poetry is average, but this time it was just for fun, but I didn't expect to make eight poems now.

It's a bit hard for her.

"It's okay, I'll help you later. ”

Ling Chuyu told her to rest assured, have fun, and don't care about composing poetry.

Mu Nianbai listened to her words, and then he was relieved.

Soon, Ling Chuyu finished the poem.

Although the quantity has been reached, the quality of those poems is not disagreeable, and it is similar to that of a beginner.

"Yu'er, Yu'er, hurry up and help me. ”

Mu Nianbai whispered to Ling Chuyu for help.

"Don't worry, bring it to me and take a look. ”

Ling Chuyu took Mu Nianbai's piece of paper.

It is written that 'the sun rises on the east mountain, and the autumn wind blows and cools. ’

"It's very well written, why don't you go down?"

Ling Chuyu thinks that her poetry is okay.

"That's what I'll do, nothing else. “

Mu Nianbai scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, not knowing how to pick it up.

Ling Chuyu bit the pen and thought hard, these two poems are written about autumn scenes, how should she take them?

"Ah, there is. “

Ling Chuyu looked at Qu Xi next to him, suddenly had an idea, and wrote with a pen

"The flowing water is in autumn, and the night of Pinghu is slightly cool. “

Mu Nianbai took the poem written by Ling Chuyu and put it on his own poem.

"Presumably Miss Chu Yu's poems are very well written. “

Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd.

Everyone heard someone talking, and they all stopped to see what was going on.

"Oh, where does that come from?"

Li Che was very interested.

"I think Miss Chu Yu's writing is not fun enough, and she can help others, I think Miss Chu Yu is very talented. “

The person who spoke obviously saw Ling Chuyu and Mu Nianbai's small movements.

Unexpectedly, he said it on the spot.

This made Ling Chuyu and Mu Nianbai feel very embarrassed.

"Oh, Miss Chu Yu is writing poems for others, right?"

Someone asked Ling Chuyu.

"Yes. ”

Ling Chuyu didn't explain either, and admitted it calmly.