Li Mo paused, glanced at Leng Luo, who was expressionless, and continued, "In fact, there are many cloth clothes who have taken this opportunity to be appreciated by courtiers or emperors to enter the official career, like my father. But even so, not everyone can participate in the mid-year festival, and the invited civilians must be well-known and recommended by ministers who are above the second rank of the dynasty. So........ So ................"

"So I'm supposed to be honored?" After taking Li Mo's words, Leng Mi glanced at it with a shallow slanted eye.

"It should indeed be an honor to be someone else, after all, to be invited by the prince of Chaohan, it is not just anyone who has such an opportunity. You must know ..........." Li Mo pursed his lips, and the expression on his face became more and more cautious.

"What do you want to know?"

"You know........... Li Mo suddenly lowered his voice, "........... So far, Han Shizi has never invited anyone. ”

What?

Leng Miqian's eyes widened when he heard this.

Li Mo nodded solemnly, "Well, Brother Leng, you are the first." ”

"Hey, wait, wait," Leng Miqian gestured to Li Mo with a pause, "Didn't you say that the person invited must have a well-known talent?" I'm not, my poems are private............"

Leng Miqian's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened even wider than before, and he raised his eyes to look at Li Mo with a stiff face.

"Yes, this is the second news I want to tell you," Li Mo nodded with an embarrassed face, "........... Just last night, the second son of the Yang family spread the news about the sale of your poems. ”

"......................" The cold adrenaline suddenly rose several degrees.

"I heard that the second son of Yang said it after he was drunk in Que Fenglou last night."

Drunk to say it?

What's this-coincidental?

Leng Mi raised his eyebrows.

"You think it's a coincidence, don't you?" Seeing Leng Miqian's suspicious expression, Li Mo took over the conversation by himself, "Yang Ergongzi is tantamount to offending all the rich sons in Picheng, now everyone knows that those poems were made by you, and those rich sons are hiding in the house and not coming out of the house in vain." ”

Seeing that Leng Miqian didn't speak, Li Mo calmed down and cautiously leaned his head over, "........... Brother Leng, what are you going to do now? ”

"Me?" Leng Mi blinked, was silent for a moment, and finally regained the surprise in his eyes, and shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent look, "What can I do?" Anyway, it is also the initiative of Han Shizi today, I naturally have to go, otherwise I will not give others face! ”

"You're going?" Li Mo was shocked.

"Of course. Something like a mid-year festival is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and it's not bad to see the royal style," Leng Miqian gently swept somewhere in the courtyard, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, "........... Hey, are you going? ”

"Me?" Li Mo paused, suddenly smiled bitterly, and nodded, "........... Naturally, I'm going to go with it. These days, I can figure it out, my father loves me, so he placed me in my hometown away from the lineage struggle, but if I have been so useless, my father will not be able to turn a blind eye even if he returns to old age for a hundred years, so I must participate in this mid-year festival, I don't expect to be able to rise to the top, but at least I want to protect my own safety, so that my father no longer worries. ”

“........... Originally........... Originally, I made up my mind to ask Brother Leng to accompany me at last year's mid-year festival, but I didn't come up with the matter of Yang Ergongzi............"

Li Mozheng said intermittently, and suddenly noticed that he had a hand on his shoulder, and he was suddenly shocked, and he happened to meet a pair of smiling and clear eyes, and he was so stunned that he forgot to say anything.

"It's rare that you have figured it out, what's so difficult about this, isn't it a mid-year festival, I'll accompany you!"

The mid-year festival is sunny and cloudless.

The royal style, celebrities gather to pray for the blessing of the world.

At a glance, the mountains are stacked, dark green, and lush.

The mountains in the distance reflect a thick green, which makes people sigh when they look at it.

Looking at Li Mo, who was a little cramped on horseback, Leng Miqian couldn't help but laugh, "I said nerd, you are also the son of today's prime minister, it stands to reason that you should be top-notch in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, beauty and labor, why do you even ride a horse like this now?" ”

Li Mo looked a little embarrassed when he heard this, and wanted to sit up straight, but unfortunately the horse under him was a little restless, and his back that had just been straightened was hunched up again in the blink of an eye, and his face was pale with a pair of hands tightly pulling the saddle rope under him, "I'm a literati, what's so strange about not being able to ride a horse." ”

"It's not strange that you can't ride a horse, but it's probably harder for you to make a good impression on others than to climb to the sky!" Leng Miqian sighed weakly.

"I've been practicing for the past few days, but I didn't think the mountain roads here are particularly difficult to walk. Fortunately, there is more than one day of the festival this year, and if I practice again, maybe tomorrow will be smooth. "Li Mo is a dead duck.

"Are you-really--sure?" Someone's eyes are full of suspicion.

"That's it! Why don't you just ride a horse, don't you think I'm riding well now? Don't worry, I'm self-aware, I can't get involved in those hunting and competitions, I just want to ride a horse slowly and pretend. ”

Leng Miqian couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "........... Count yourself self-aware. ”

"But Brother Leng, you ride a horse really well, you see that you ride so chic on such a muddy trail, I really envy me."

"Heh, that's nature, I'm also a person who has traveled all over the world, what is riding a horse?"

"Then I will ........... in the future" Li Mo was about to echo, but suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves trotting behind him, and hurriedly looked back, and happened to see someone coming in their direction, and his face suddenly changed.

"It's really ghostly! The secluded path we specially picked, this is all followed, Brother Leng, be careful. Li Mo leaned over to Leng Miqian's side and chewed his ears quietly, his face was not good.

Since Leng Luo's poetry was exposed, Li Mo has been a little wary of Ming Ruohan.

"It's called charm, you know a P." The corners of Leng Mi's mouth are shallow.

The person who came was Ming Ruohan, his long black hair stood up high, and his slightly sickly fair skin stood out in the dark green jungle, especially the soft and clear eyes, which seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Ming Ruohan on horseback was dressed in a blue silk robe, a thin fox fur cloak, and leather boots under his feet were navy blue. The snow-white foal under it is as clean as the snow in early winter, and it is so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.

"Han Shizi." As a salute, even if Li Mo no longer likes Ming Ruohan, he can't be lazy in etiquette.