way of being a concubine

"For the book?" Yue Fuyu's voice drew a burst of laughter, "It's raining heavily, why does my sister cherish books and not others?"

"Uh..." Xi Shu Xiren thought of the custom of a lover in Shiguo presenting "Poems" as a token of love, Yue Fuyu couldn't help frowning.

She never thought that the boy who was hiding from the rain would be so hateful--even though he had a handsome skin, he dared to tease her in broad daylight.

"Young master, do you know which is the courtesy?" Yue Fuyu raised her eyebrows and turned around generously, looking at the young man outside the window.

As soon as the young man saw Yue Fuyu turn around, he knew he was Meng Lang.But she was not willing to avoid it, she just kept staring at Yue Fuyu.

Looking at the bright eyes that are kind and looking forward to the brilliance, the umbrella in the boy's hand fell to the ground.

She has missed the owner of these eyes for ten years.The name Yue Fuyu has been lingering in her mind for ten years.

"Young Master, how can you not bear to look at me so much..." She glanced at the young man in embarrassment, and Yue Fuyu instinctively snatched the "Poetry" from the young man's hand at the same time as the young man dropped the umbrella.

"Young master, who are you looking at through Fu Yu?" Yue Fuyu held the rescued "Poetry and Li" to his chest and blinked.

"An old friend." The boy's voice was a little hoarse.She didn't know what to say to the girl in front of her, they had already met in the previous life.

Huang Liang had a dream for 30 years, and the young man himself never thought that one day she would be able to get rid of that ungrateful person and return to the age of Jiji.It never occurred to her that as soon as she woke up from her boudoir, she wanted to come to Yanyuan to see that stupid younger sister who was willing to treat her with her life—the Chungui Princess Yue Fuyu.

"An old friend?" The girl's laughter carried a unique aura at her age, "you know, my lord, that's what the disciples say when they strike up a conversation..."

"Really?" The girl smiled, and the boy's lips twitched immediately, and he bent over to pick up the oilcloth umbrella that had fallen on the bluestone board, "Then I'm going to trouble my sister to help Yungui put away Yungui's copy of "Poetry" ..."

"Are you leaving?" The girl's low voice pinched the boy's heart a little.How could she have forgotten that Yue Fuyu who married into the Mei Mansion in her previous life was a fool who had been imprisoned by the ruler for eighteen years?

"Sister Fu Yu is reluctant?" The boy's hand to pick up the umbrella stopped halfway, but he heard the girl's footsteps.

"The book Fuyu has been wrapped in cloth. When the young master returns, he will take care of it carefully so that the ink will not scatter..." The young man's eyes faded away from the beautiful clothes that had lost their jackets.

"Sister, you—" Holding the cool "Poetry" wrapped in high-quality cicada silk in his hand, the young man suddenly realized that he had come to the wrong place today.

"Don't tell others what happened today..." Yue Fuyu raised his hand to cover the boy's mouth, and carefully looked at Yan Yuan.She seemed to hear footsteps.

"What is my sister afraid of?" With a chuckle, he pulled away Yue Fuyu's hand, and Zhao Yungui covered Yue Fuyu's head with the umbrella.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to marry Xu Zuomeilang..." Before Yue Fuyu could finish her sentence, she realized that her hand holding the umbrella handle was being grabbed.

"Little sister knows Mei Lang..." Zhao Yungui was unable to continue after speaking halfway.Which girl didn't Huaichun in her previous life, when she was awarded the eighth grade of poetry by Master Liu of the State of Poetry, didn't she just want to marry Xu Zuomeilang, a heartless person?

Xu Zuomeilang, whose original name was Mei Qijun, became famous at a young age and was good at doing business.But few people know about his ruthlessness and lack of kindness.

Recalling that in the previous life, after Yue Fuyu's death, Mei Qijun accepted Shen Hanwei, who had a ninth-grade poetry grade, and spoiled his concubine and killed his wife.Zhao Yungui could only lament that he didn't know people clearly.As for Mei Qijun's doting on concubines and destroying his wives, she doesn't blame Shen Hanwei. She is not as good as others because Zhao Yungui is not talented enough. A woman who can sing "the body has no colorful phoenix □□ wings, but the heart has a tacit understanding" must be the most affectionate and sensual The talent and learning of a talented person must surpass her, Zhao Yungui.However, when she was exhausted, Shen Hanwei actually came to the bed and told her how he framed Yue Fuyu to death... This is a bit hateful!

Thinking that the last person she saw in her previous life was Shen Hanwei, Zhao Yungui couldn't help but fell into deep thought, how could she dispel sister Fu Yu's thoughts about Xu Zuomeilang's charming?

"Why didn't you talk about it, son? What's wrong with Xu Zuomeilang..." Yue Fuyu noticed that the young man had lost his voice, and couldn't help but frowned with a smile.She had forgotten that although Xu Zuomeilang was a man that the women of the Shi Kingdom flocked to, he was also a man that the men of the Shi Country could only wish to replace.Not to mention, the young man in front of him has not even passed the final exam of "Poetry".

"My lord, don't worry about Fu Yu's little daughter's thoughts..." Moved with compassion, Yue Fuyu slowly withdrew her hand from the boy's hand, "Poetry is of course good, no, no hinder..."

"Sister, do you think poetry is not important?" Zhao Yungui was shocked by the look in the eyes of the girl in front of him.In her previous life, she had never realized that sister Fu Yu's eyes were so powerful.

"Is it important..." Yuefu Yuwen's young man asked about his poetic talent, his white teeth clenched lightly.In the country of poetry, poetic talent is of course important, so she dare not speak rashly, for fear of delaying her youthful future.But the scorching gaze of the young man wanted to burn her.

"For Yu Fuyu, maybe it's not the most important thing." Yue Fuyu pursed her lips, and looked down at her skirt with some mud spots.

"Then what's the most important?" Zhao Yungui lowered his head to follow Yue Fuyu's gaze.

"Be obsessed..." The words 'Zhao Yungui' came to Yue Fuyu's mind. She was able to come to the country of poetry because of her obsession with Zhao Yungui.If there is no obsession, and she is not in the country of poetry, then poetry is just something for Wenqing's brows to entertain herself.

Things for self-entertainment!Thinking that although the country of poetry respects poetry, in the end it puts the purest touch on the most utilitarian motives, which is abrupt... Yue Fuyu couldn't help sighing: "Relying on poetry to seek fame is really utilitarian. A little bit."

"Snapped--"

Holding the umbrella in his hand, he fell to the ground again with the lingering sound of the word 'some'.For the first time, Zhao Yungui had a sense of sympathy with others.Three hundred years after the founding of the nation of poetry, how could anyone dare to point out that building a nation with poetry would only be abrupt and talented in public?

If she hadn't met Xu Zuomeilang, she might never realize that poetic talent and fame are all phantoms.

"Fu Yu made a mistake... the sky is clear!" The sudden clear sky above made Yue Fuyu, who was leaning over to pick up an umbrella, widen her eyes.

"Yeah, it's sunny..." Looking up at the shadow of the clouds passing away with the rain, and looking down at the still wet stone surface, Zhao Yungui leaned over and held the handle of the umbrella with Yue Fuyu, "This is called ——The rain accompanies the clouds to return..."