Su Juan followed Song Qianfan into the garden. There were many people in the garden, all of them were young men and women from prominent families in the capital. They all showed their goodwill to Song Qianfan. Many people looked at Su Juan, wondering how she was so lucky to have the marriage granted by the emperor.

Song Qianfan nodded, looked around the crowd, and finally his eyes fell on a few people in the pavilion not far away. He immediately strode towards them.

There was a painting on the stone table in the pavilion with two lines of poetry on it. A man and a woman were talking about it, and there was another person lying beside them sleeping with a fan covering his face.

When I saw Liu Miaoqing again, she was still wearing her usual green dress. Her face was as crystal clear as jade, and she looked like a fairy from this world, pure and elegant.

In the pavilion, seeing Song Qianfan, the two took a step back, "Prince."

Song Qianfan nodded slightly, walked to the stone table, and his eyes fell on the painting on the table. With just a few strokes, the charm of the bamboo was fully outlined. It can be seen that the painting skills are exquisite, which can be barely compared with his own.

I caught a glimpse of the two lines of poetry below, titled: Miao Qing.

Liu Miaoqing was very good at painting, and everyone in the capital knew it.

He waved his fan, smiling proudly, his eyes full of affection, "Sister Miaoqing, your bamboo painting is very beautiful, I like it very much, I wonder if you can give it to me as a gift?"

As soon as these words were spoken, their eyes met and finally fell on the painting on the stone table. No one spoke.

[Xiao Fa Cai is so rich. He likes Miss Liu, but he can't recognize that it's not her painting. He still wants to marry her. How dare Song Qianfan? ]

Song Qianfan's smile suddenly froze on his face.

There are clearly words written by Miaoqing on this painting. If it wasn't painted by Liu Miaoqing, who else could it be?

At this time, Song Qianfan regretted that he should not have been soft-hearted and brought Su Juan into the garden, disturbing his good fortune.

Su Juan looked at the painting on the table. It was clearly painted by Liu Xuan. The style was completely different from Liu Miaoqing's. Only two lines of poetry were written in Liu Miaoqing's handwriting. With Song Qianfan's talent, he should not be able to recognize the difference between the painting in front of him and Liu Miaoqing's usual style.

It seems that he says he likes someone, but he doesn't pay any attention to what happens in that person's daily life.

Liu Miaoqing opened her red lips slightly, "Your Highness has misunderstood. This painting was created by Master Liu. Miaoqing just helped write two lines of poetry. If you like it, why not ask Master Liu?"

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I’ve become rich by laughing! 】

Liu Xuan, who was dressed in white, responded in a clear voice, "Although I painted this, the poem was written by Miss Liu. I am lucky that the prince did not reject it. I will give this painting to the prince today."

The two of them spoke one after another, and Song Qianfan's expression was particularly ugly.

[Liu Xuan really thought that Song Qianfan wanted this painting just because he appreciated it. How could this child be so pure and honest! ]

[What a pity, we can’t see Song Qianfan’s ugly face. He must be so angry now. He praised the wrong person and expressed the wrong feelings. Even the drama doesn’t dare to write this! ]

Being able to hear Su Juan's inner voice, Liu Miaoqing looked at Su Juan, whose figure was half hidden behind Song Qianfan, with complicated eyes. She didn't expect that this Miss Su was so...genuine.

Song Qianfan's face was extremely ugly, but he endured it, smiling with his face but not his heart, "Thank you, Brother Liu, for the gift."

【Listening to the sound, I'm afraid they are gritting their teeth. 】

Unable to hear Su Juan's inner voice, Liu Xuan thought that Song Qianfan really wanted the painting, "You are too polite, my lord."

He stood upright, and as he spoke, a gentle and peaceful smile hung on his face.

Liu Miaoqing looked at the painting on the table and felt sorry that it had fallen into the hands of someone who didn't know how to appreciate it.

Su Juan couldn't help but think of the previous two restarts. Tutor Liu was harmed by treacherous officials and the Liu family was raided. Although his injustice was finally cleared, Liu Xuan was the only one left in the Liu family. Despite such an experience, he was still able to retain his original state of mind. When the Great Jin was in danger, he joined the military camp and died on the battlefield for his country.

Previously I thought this man was stupid and stubborn. In troubled times, he should protect himself.

But now that she had seen the real person, Su Juan could not help but sigh, "Sincere in heart, elegant and upright, this Liu Xuan is a true gentleman."

She blinked. Liu Miaoqing really had a good eye.

[With this character, even if there are ten Song Qianfans, no matter how talented they are, they cannot compare to one Liu Xuan.]

Hearing this, Song Qianfan's face became even more sullen, and his forehead was twitching. Because of what happened just now, he felt a lump in his chest. This woman Su Juan was really superficial and shameless. She would stare at a man like this and compare him with Liu Xuan.

This woman must have eye disease!

There was a hint of curiosity and inquiry in Liu Miaoqing's eyes. She wanted to know what this Miss Su looked like.

Just now, I just listened to what she said in her heart and thought she was a straightforward and lovely girl. Now that I found out that Su Juan praised Liu Xuan so much, I felt that she must be a girl with a simple heart and especially an upright one.

Finally, Song Qianfan stepped forward to collect the painting, and Su Juan and Liu Miaoqing's eyes met. Su Juan smiled and narrowed her eyes slightly, not hiding her admiration for Liu Miaoqing's appearance at all.

Liu Miaoqing felt a little embarrassed by such naked gaze. She curved her lips to smile and looked away, feeling a little more regretful towards Su Juan, whom she met for the first time.

[Fuck! Did Liu Miaoqing just smile at me? ]

[Oh my god, she looks so pretty when she smiles. My heart is pounding so fast I can’t control it. Help me…]

Song Qianfan's face darkened. He turned around and looked at Su Juan who was pretending to be calm. This woman was indeed superficial. She could be so distracted by a woman.

Liu Miaoqing, who had never been praised so directly, didn't know how to react.

[No wonder Song Qianfan is thinking about it day and night... I originally thought he was just thinking about the Liu family and wanted to win over the Shangshu Ling to build momentum for himself so that... um. ]

[It seems that he really likes it. 】

Song Qianfan's face suddenly turned cold, and veins bulged on his hands that were clutching the scroll. His plan had been made public by Su Juan, and his desire to kill Su Juan rose again with trepidation.

He looked around and saw that no one was looking in his direction. Apparently, no one heard what was said except Liu Miaoqing. Even if a woman heard what was said, she would not understand.

Song Qianfan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Miaoqing pretended not to understand and looked normal.

Someone chuckled, attracting everyone's attention. Su Juan also looked over.

The man who was originally sleeping in the pavilion took off the fan covering his face, a low laugh escaped from his throat, and a teardrop mole was clearly visible at the corner of his slightly drooping eyes. Now his gaze passed over the people in front of him and fell on Su Juan, who was trying his best to minimize his presence.

[I didn't expect this little ancestor would not visit a brothel sometimes. ]

Xie Xun stood up and walked over, smiling slightly, looking at this little girl who had just criticized everyone in the audience in her heart without disguising her gaze. She actually knew who she was.

Song Qianfan didn't expect that Xie Xun had been here all the time. He frowned and stared at him vigilantly. Seeing his reaction, he was afraid that he had heard everything Su Juan said just now.

The Xie family of the Pingguogong Mansion has produced three queens, and the current queen is Xie Xun's aunt. Xie Xun's father, the Pingguogong, holds military power. The Xie family is powerful and the head of the aristocratic families in the capital. Unfortunately, Xie Xun, the only son of the Xie family, has no ambition to make progress all day long and is a real playboy.

He wore brightly colored clothes every day, which was particularly ostentatious. So when he came into the pavilion just now, Su Juan recognized at a glance that the person lying there sleeping with his face covered was Xie Xun.

But Song Qianfan didn't even pay attention to Liu Miaoqing, whom he liked, let alone pay attention to the daily clothes of a playboy whom he disliked.

Su Juan blinked: [Why is Song Qianfan staring at Xie Xun like that? Could he be...?]

Several people stared at Su Juan again.

Song Qianfan couldn't help but tense up. Could it be that she knew what he was thinking...

[Could it be that he likes Xie Xun! ? ]