The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

Wei Rou shook her head and said it was all right when she saw that the noble daughters of the aristocratic family were waiting.

Wan Ping invited many noble ladies to the peach blossom banquet this time, but the real purpose was for Wei Rou.

These aristocratic ladies didn't know it, and all of them worked hard on their makeup.

Each one is beautifully blooming, comparable to a peach blossom scene.

Among the colorful colors, it was Wei Rou's plain white that stood out.

"Now I understand why you are dressed like this today. It turned out to be foresight! You have made a plan a long time ago! In this way, you are still the most outstanding!"

Wan Ping smiled triumphantly, as if he had seen through Wei Rou's intentions.

Wei Rou: ...

Can she say she didn't mean it?

Wan Ping has already talked about this, and Wei Rou is not easy to dismantle her, so she can only purse her lips and smile embarrassingly.

There is a long corridor in front of the pavilion, and the lake is under the corridor. The water of the lake is crystal clear, and the scales are racing.

There is also a pavilion built on the other side of the lake.

There have been many young talents talking happily with each other, drinking and composing poems, having a good time.

The two pavilions are not far apart, so the sound of poetry being composed over there can be heard clearly from Wei Rou's side.

The noble ladies blushed and looked at the pavilion on the other side from time to time, but they could still vaguely see their appearance.

Wan Ping pulled Wei Rou, pointed to one of the men wearing crescent moon robes on the opposite bank, and said, "Rou'er, have you seen that man? The one who recites the loudest."

Wei Rou nodded: "I see."

"This person is the son of the Minister of Rites. His surname is Li, and his last name is a chess character. He is Zhao Yong's deadly enemy, as I told you just now."

"It was him."

In fact, Wei Rou didn't see clearly what this person looked like.

"Brother Prince told me that he is the most promising high school champion candidate in this year's imperial examination. Even the emperor thinks highly of him. He is much better than Zhao Yong. He is knowledgeable and loves reading. Don't you love reading too?" There will be room for chatting with him in the future. More importantly, he has a good temper, is gentle and courteous, and if you marry him in the future, he will definitely spoil you."

Wei Rou:? ?

Wei Rou coughed lightly.

"Yuerong, I haven't had any contact with him yet, why did you say you want me to marry him?"

Wan Ping thought it was Wei Rou who was shy, and continued, "Not only that, but he is a handsome man with outstanding looks. Didn't you say you liked gentle young men? I followed your preferences!"

Wei Rou: ...

When I was young and ignorant, I mentioned the type I admired with Wan Ping, but I didn't expect Wan Ping to still remember it now.

"I understand. You think this place is too far away to see. I'll take you closer and have a look. Let's go!"

Saying that, Wan Ping held Wei Rou's hand and stood up, walking towards the corridor.

With this move of the princess, the other noble ladies also stood up.

The high-spirited talk on the other side seemed to pause for a moment, and the eyes of many young talents turned to this side, and they made a virtual salute in the direction of Princess Wanping.

Wan Ping almost pointed out to Wei Rou in front of everyone, which young talent is Li Qi.

"Have you seen it clearly this time? If you haven't seen it clearly, I'll send someone to let him come over."

Wei Rou hurriedly said: "Yuerong, no!"

Wan Ping naturally understands that men and women are different, even if she is a princess, she can't break the rules.

Wan Ping sighed, "Rou'er, I'm all thinking about your life-long affairs, you have to give me some thought, don't let me make a joke in front of people."

Wei Rou grabbed Wan Ping and said in a low voice, "Yuerong, I just wanted to tell you—"

From the corner of her eye, Wei Rou caught a glimpse of a tall figure appearing on the opposite bank. He was like a cloud of ink, ubiquitous and deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Wei Rou coughed twice violently.

Wan Ping heard her coughing halfway through, "What are you coughing for? Could it be that you are still sick?"

Wei Rou shook her head, her heart fluttered, and he came?