"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?"

"Your Highness has misunderstood. This painting was created by Master Liu. Miao Qing just helped write two lines of poetry. If you like it, why not ask Master Liu?"

Liu Xuan came back to his senses, his eyes fell on the painting in front of him, but his peripheral vision was watching the figure behind Song Qianfan. His hands clenched unconsciously under his sleeves, and the sound of fighting beside his ears had completely dissipated.

"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."

At this time, Song Qianfan's face looked very ugly.

Liu Xuan had no time to pay attention to him. When Su Juan brought the teacup to Song Qianfan, he finally saw the woman in front of him clearly again. He could no longer tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Seeing Song Qianfan scolding her, she burst into tears. Liu Xuan's heart was in a knot. She had always been bullied like this in the palace?

Unable to suppress his emotions, he just raised his foot when Liu Miaoqing at the side spoke up to help him out.

Only after Song Qianfan took Su Juan away did his troubled mood calm down a little.

"What happened to you just now? Why did you keep staring at the Crown Prince's Consort?" Liu Miaoqing frowned. No one else noticed, but she knew Liu Xuan and she almost lost her composure just now.

You had an argument with Wu Jianan and both of you mentioned yourselves.

Some time passed in a daze, and the rumors became less and less. They all said that Lan Qian of Prince Jing's Mansion was a bastard, and Concubine Xie Xun was wronged, and was promoted by His Majesty to the position of Yuanlilang of the Ministry of Revenue.

Lan Qianying suddenly became embarrassed, and the few of them retreated out of the pavilion.

What happened to me today?

At this time, the annoyed Lan Qianying was obviously willing to let it go. He brought up the matter of Su Juan again, and not only what Wu Ziyu had done at the princess' birthday banquet that day.

But what I really care about is the wine spilled from the pot in Jingyuan, the entanglement of black hair, the rubbing of ears, this sound rings in my ears all the time

Lan Qian's hand fell under the wine jug, but his eyes were looking at the gauze curtain behind him. His mind was calm, but his eyes were passing through the thick curtain. Have you left?

"Kiss you"

The prince's throat was rolling, but he couldn't even call her "Madam", let alone Concubine Xie Xun.

Su Juan was slightly stunned, obviously expecting the prince to say those words.

Liu Xuan held the wine glass in his hand, quickly and leisurely lifted the curtain of the pavilion, and walked out, "Master, you are drinking so hard, and those two are really noisy!"

At this time, the quarrel inside became quieter and quieter, and Su Juan was obviously someone who allowed others to laugh at her.

The mellow aroma of the wine seemed to still linger between the lips and teeth. The inner shirt that was wet with wine fell to the ground, and the front and back could still feel the biting coolness of the ground.

Soon, Master Liu was annoyed again. The prince felt vaguely strange, but he did not investigate further. Seeing that Master Liu was willing to let this matter go and wanted to let Su Juan go, I said in a deep voice, "Miss Su, there is no need to worry. There are not many things a man can do in his life, even if the marriage is satisfactory."

The prince felt more and more that this was not a dream, so everything that was happening now was completely different from what he had dreamed.

Seeing Su Juan clearly, the prince almost spilled his wine. The clothes you wore today are exactly the same as the one in my dream. I even remembered how slender your waist was before you took off this dress. I grasped the broken

At this time, Liu Xuan had already confessed the prince, "If Miss Wu believes it, she can ask Brother Liu, and we will testify for you!"

Su Juan lowered her eyes, wiped her handkerchief, and burst into tears.

The prince looked at the prince, his brows furrowed.

Liu Xuan took a sip of hot tea and said, "I just feel sorry for her for marrying the wrong person."

The prince looked at Su Juan again, afraid that his emotions would be revealed in his eyes.

"Even Liu Miaoqing praised Miss Wu's poems?"

Her eyes were fixed on the man behind her, but she was afraid that her gaze was too cold, so she looked away for a moment.

Those words made Master Liu very angry, and he accused Liu Xuan of eavesdropping on his conversation.

After a long while, I finally spoke, "Is Su Xiaoren sitting?"

Liu Miaoqing was slightly stunned and said nothing more.

The prince looked at Su Juan with worry, but saw Su Juan pretending to be sad and bitter, "Yes, a few months after the wedding, Master Lan Qian took a concubine. I didn't expect that even Miss Wu, who occasionally went out of the door, knew about it. She also knew how you would live in the future."

The prince bit his lips consciously, feeling it was ridiculous.

"Who! Who's laughing here!?"

The prince curled his lips slightly, and his personality was exactly the same as in his dream.

If it was just a dream, and he was someone I had met once in Lin's mansion, yet I was acting so out of control in the dream.

"There are very few people who can recite poems and paint, but there are many men who enter the government. He is now in the imperial court, an official of the eighth grade. People of higher rank have to respect him when they see him. The road to the imperial court is long. Your Majesty is wise, so why should we be afraid of whether the days ahead can be lived?"

"Whose son is he? He is so ugly."

"Anyway, you know him, and he knows you, and if he's drunk and you're drunk, no one will know if you kiss each other."

The prince pursed his lips and said, "Yes or no."

"Miss Wu is really amazing. I guess Liu Miaoqing must admire her very much, right?"

I remember that in my dream, Lan Qian and his son treated Su Juan very badly, and even set up a courtyard in the mansion just for Su Juan, even though you only stayed there a few times.

The next time I saw Su Juan was at the pavilion in the center of the lake.

The prince lowered his eyes and drank tea. He had clearly experienced a lifetime, but when he opened his eyes, he was back to that year. It seemed as if all this was just a dream he had last night. But if it was a dream, it was too real.

Su Juan was obviously startled and sat down very slowly.

What's more, writing poetry and painting are just hobbies. So what if they happen? When did it become a matter of comparison?

"What nonsense is he talking about! Jingyuan is an elegant place for reciting poems and composing essays. Even Liu Miaoqing has praised your poems. He can compose poems and paint. How can he compare with you?!" Young Master Liu said in a depressed voice.

Lan Qianrao, who was standing by, looked at me with disinterest, "Did he really praise her?"

The moment Liu Xuan lifted the gauze curtain, the prince avoided his gaze and stared directly at the taciturn Su Juan below, secretly panicking.

The prince paused while pouring the wine. He had never praised anyone's poetry before.

Liu Xuan, who was standing aside, was most pleased with the others, and was afraid that there would be chaos in the sky. It seemed that he had no interest in Su Juan. Even the prince, who had known her since childhood, knew where the interest came from.

In the past, Liu Xuan would never say such things. Even though Song Qianfan was indeed not a good man, he would never openly talk about others.

As I said that, I looked at Su Juan. That was also what I had always wanted to tell you in my dream but never said.

The prince lowered his eyes and drank, using the wine glass to hide the curve of his lips that he was consciously lowering.

Su Juan's voice was heard again, and only Liu Xuan and Mr. Liu were arguing.

At this time, Lan Qianyingdi realized that they were fooled and shouted angrily, but Liu Xuan next to him was the first to laugh out loud, "Pfft"

"She is like you. She can write poems and paint. I really envy Miss Wu."