"Am I not smart enough, or are you too smart?" Feng Yuanchen snorted lightly, "Anyway, you just need to tell me the answer."

Sheng Zhiyao thought for a while and said with a smile, "Okay, it's just that how can it be called elopement with them, it's called family migration."

Feng Yuanchen's face was filled with joy, and he hurriedly nodded yes.

The two chatted for a while, and someone knocked on the door outside, and Mei'er brought some refreshments to Sheng Zhiyao.

"Miss, try this snack." Mei'er approached with the tray, "It was made by Miss Nangong."

Sheng Zhiyao took a piece of dim sum and looked at it, then put it in her mouth, and praised with a smile: "Sister Nangong's craftsmanship is really good, it's delicious."

Mei'er saw that Sheng Zhiyao liked it, and said with a smile: "Miss likes it, I'll tell Miss Nangong later, she must be very happy."

Sheng Zhiyao mumbled, and suddenly asked, "By the way, why didn't she send it over herself?"

"Miss Nangong went out with her brother after finishing some work, there must be something."

"I'm in such a hurry to go out, is there any news of Sang Min?"

"I don't know, the slave didn't ask."

"Oh." Sheng Zhiyao was a little disappointed, took another piece of pastry and put it in her mouth, and muttered indistinctly, "Then I'll ask myself when she comes back."

Feng Yuanchen looked at her bulging cheeks, and couldn't help but stretch out his index finger and poke it: "Food is silent."

Sheng Zhiyao rolled his eyes, slapped his paw off with his hand, and continued to gnaw on the pastry slowly: "Delicious......

Feng Yuanchen couldn't cry or laugh, so he simply came over: "You will get fat if you eat like this."

"I can't get fat!" Sheng Zhiyao protested, not to be outdone, he elbowed him, "Besides, I'm still growing my body."

"Okay, well, then you eat more." Feng Yuanchen smiled and pinched her tender face.

"I hate ......" Sheng Zhiyao glanced at him coquettishly, picked up another piece of dim sum and stuffed it into his mouth.

This time, Feng Yuanchen didn't stop her, watching her chew and swallow slowly before saying, "Aren't you going to prepare for tomorrow's poetry meeting?"

"What are you going to prepare?" Sheng Zhiyao tilted her head and thought for a moment, "It seems that there is nothing to prepare."

"So sure?" Feng Yuanchen raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Of course." Sheng Zhiyao raised his head and said arrogantly, "Don't forget who I am, I can win on this occasion with my eyes closed."

"Alright, we're the best away."

"That's it." Sheng Zhiyao smiled and said, "So I don't have to bother to prepare, right?"

"You say yes, I don't care." Feng Yuanchen said with a smile.

"If you don't believe me, then I'm going to make you swoon tomorrow." Sheng Zhiyao raised her chin proudly.

Feng Yuanchen couldn't help but look at her appearance, his heart was full of sweet feelings, he stretched out his hand and touched Sheng Zhiyao's soft hair: "Okay, I'll wait and see."

Early the next morning, Sheng Zhiyao woke up to wash and change clothes, and when she was ready, she went to find her two brothers.

Although she slept late last night, the three brothers and sisters were in good spirits, and they heard that Sheng Zhiyao got up and ran to find her.

"Zhiyao, it's the first time you've gotten up so early." Sheng Hangu teased.

Sheng Zhiyao glanced at him: "Hmph, can I still be lazy on this occasion?"

Sheng Hangu was suddenly choked and speechless, and took a step back.

Sheng Hancheng scolded with a smile: "What kind of quarrel did you two have early in the morning?" As he spoke, he looked at Sheng Zhiyao, "Are you ready?"

"There's no need to prepare, it's just a poetry meeting, I'll just sit there and eat and drink." Sheng Zhiyao said indifferently.

Sheng Hancheng sighed, "Okay, it's good if you're happy."

Sheng Hangu followed Sheng Hancheng's side, looking at his doting appearance, he couldn't help but say enviously: "You are too tolerant of your sister, you see that I used to be forced by you to memorize books for half a day before I could sleep, why don't you let me rest for a while."

"Who made you stupid, if you could be like my sister

Exit into a chapter, who cares about you." Sheng Hancheng ruthlessly slammed back.

Sheng Hangu was extremely depressed, pulled Sheng Hancheng's sleeve, and muttered in a low voice, "Second brother, my sister is here, so give me some face."

"You're a boy, losing face is not losing your life, what are you afraid of." Sheng Hancheng glanced at him.

Sheng Hangu wanted to cry without tears.

Sheng Zhiyao pursed her lips and smiled: "Let's go." "Let's go quickly, lest we miss something good for a while."

"What did you watch again?" Sheng Hangu immediately shifted his attention, "It can't be about Yu Manrou, right?"

Sheng Zhiyao nodded with a smile: "Third brother, you really deserve to be the gossip person in our Sheng family, you are smart."

"What do you mean?" Sheng Hangu asked blankly.

"It's literal," Sheng Zhiyao explained, "The news has spread all over the past few days, and I want to see how Yu Manrou will react when she sees me and Feng Yuanchen again."

"What else can you do, jealousy." Sheng Hangu sneered.

Sheng Zhiyao shook her head: "She is not only jealous now, but also hates me."

"How dare she hate you?"

"Why don't you dare? Didn't she rely on the support of Yu Guogong to show off her power like this." Sheng Zhiyao sneered, "I want to see how long she can be arrogant, and her title of the number one talented woman in the capital, I don't know if I can keep it today."

Sheng Hangu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed: "Zhiyao, you are so poisonous, this trick is really ruthless."

"One to the other." Sheng Zhiyao squinted at him, "It's more vicious, who can compare to her, I'm avenging my eldest brother."

"Big brother? Why is there still a big brother thing?" Sheng Hancheng was stunned and frowned.

"That's right, the eldest brother is almost twenty-one now, and it's not the youth that the Yu family has delayed." When it came to business, Sheng Zhiyao restrained the cynicism on her face, "I knew that Yu Manrou and my eldest brother had a marriage contract, so I should have asked my father to retire as soon as possible."

"Isn't it no fun, it's just that the eldest brother is focused on studying and doesn't care about this." Sheng Hancheng sighed, "Don't mess around, if you let your father hear it, he will be unhappy."

"Then I'm not happy." Sheng Zhiyao snorted, "Anyway, I can't just leave this matter at that."

"What are you going to do?"

"Slap her in the face at home, and then pick a sister-in-law for yourself at the poetry meeting." Sheng Zhiyao said seriously, "This is a good way to kill two birds with one stone."

Sheng Hancheng looked at her with a smile: "Where did you learn that wonderful idea?"

"I've heard it." Sheng Zhiyao blinked, "Didn't they all say that poetry will be for men and women of appropriate age?"

Sheng Hancheng was helpless, and glanced at Sheng Hangu next to him: "What did you say?"

Sheng Hangu hurriedly waved his hand: "It's not that I'm not me, I didn't say it."