Chapter 24 Fox She just wanted to flee the scene immediately. …
When she read it out loud, she just wanted to quickly confirm his meaning, but when Yan Jing really said these two words with a smile, Wen Ying became even more embarrassed than before.
He looked away and hurried back to his seat.
Even though it deviates from the topic to this extent, it is still considered a good poem.
This was almost an outright response.
Everyone on the field began to whisper, and countless rumors were circulating in the air.
Hua Junguang watched the girl sit down and said jokingly, "Yunlang said it was a good poem, so it is a good poem. Go on."
The host spoke, and soon a man volunteered to compose a poem, which brought the atmosphere of the banquet to another level.
Wen Ying could feel Yan Jing's gaze still lingering on her face, but she didn't dare to look into his eyes for the time being.
He turned his face away, picked up the teacup and took a sip, trying to calm his violently beating heart.
"Ms. Liu, this is my teacup." Yan Jing's voice came slowly, choking Wen Ying so much that she coughed several times.
"S-sorry, I..." Wen Ying hurriedly put down the teacup, but saw the teacup in Yan Jing's hand out of the corner of her eye.
!
His teacup was clearly right next to him!
He was lying to her!
Wen Ying raised her eyes angrily and wanted to accuse, but she saw a pair of smiling eyes.
"Miss Liu is finally willing to look at me," Yan Jing sighed softly, looking at Wen Ying with an extremely gentle expression, "I thought I said something wrong and made Miss unhappy."
After hearing this, Wen Ying was no longer angry.
It was she who ignored his gaze first, so it should be her fault.
"Sorry, I didn't notice." Wen Ying answered guiltily.
"Nothing, as long as the young lady is not angry." Yan Jing retracted his gaze, and his dark eyes were reflected in the warm tea.
This made her a little confused. Wen Ying asked doubtfully, "Angry? Why would I be angry?"
"Miss, your poem is a little off topic and lacks some meaning, but it rhymes well, which is excellent for a beginner in poetry."
Yan Jing smiled faintly, and said calmly: "So I said it was a 'good poem', but I was worried that the young lady would think I was being ironic."
Hearing this, Wen Ying was slightly stunned, and after a while, she reacted with difficulty: "Sir, you mean... you were really just saying that my poem is good?"
Yan Jing tilted his head, looking a little confused: "What else?"
Wen Ying blushed instantly, slowly covered her face, and said in a muffled voice: "Of course I think so too."
Damn it! It's bad enough to flirt with a blind man, but you're also being sentimental and misunderstanding what he means.
At this moment, she just wanted to escape from the scene immediately.
Where the girl couldn't see, a smile flashed in Yan Jing's eyes.
Things that are obtained too quickly will always be given up faster. Only when you invest more, the thread that holds her will be stronger.
They have a long way to go.
Gao Lerong’s silver teeth were almost broken, and her face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
She came to the prince's banquet just for Yan Jing.
But in this situation, writing poems to show my affection would be tantamount to humiliating myself.
Gao Lerong couldn't stay any longer, so she found an excuse to leave, feeling unhappy:
"Just wait and see. I am not good at reciting poems. I will wait until the horseback archery banquet later to see how you can show off."
The silver-gray sky transitioned to inky black, with stars scattered across the sky.
Wen Ying finally waited until the banquet was over, breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up and left with Yan Jing.
As soon as she went outside, the cold wind rushed in through the gaps in her clothes, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Yan Jing raised his hand and asked the servant to bring a cloak. Suddenly, he saw a figure walking past him and going straight towards the girl.
Wen Ying felt the warmth from Shen Luo's body and looked up to meet his smiling fox eyes.
"It's getting colder at night, please take care of yourself, Miss Liu."
Anle blinked his right eye lightly, as if starlight flashed in his eyes. After saying this, he walked away.
It's like just passing by and giving a piece of clothing.
Wen Ying was dazed, and suddenly felt a chill rising from her back. She immediately turned to look at the man beside her.
Yan Jing glanced at the girl's cloak indifferently. Although his expression did not change, Wen Ying felt inexplicably nervous.
At this moment, the attendant bowed respectfully and presented a tray: "Master Yan, the cloak has been delivered."
"No need," Yan Jing looked away and said softly, "Ms. Liu is no longer cold."
It's over, damn little fox!
"Oh, why is this cloak made of wool? I'll get rashes if I wear wool." Wen Ying quickly took off the cloak and snatched the cloak from the servant's tray. "Lord Yan is really thoughtful."
The attendant said blankly: "Miss, this cloak is also made of wool..."
"Shut up." Wen Ying scolded softly, "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."
The attendant closed his mouth.
An unknown fire burned in Yan Jing's heart, but he knew it was not Liu Qing's fault.
Therefore, he closed his eyes, and opened them after a moment, his voice still warm: "I was inconsiderate, I should have prepared a cloak earlier. Miss Liu, since you have already put it on, there is no need to take it off."
"Other people's clothes are not as warm as Lord Yan's." Wen Ying waved her hands repeatedly and put on the new cloak in the blink of an eye. When she was about to hand Anle's clothes to the servant, her palm suddenly touched something.
Like a piece of paper.
Wen Ying quickly glanced at Yan Jing's face, hid the paper in her sleeve, and continued to hand over the cloak as if nothing had happened.
She had no interest in Anle, but curiosity drove her to see the contents of the paper.
After seeing Wen Ying's actions, Yan Jing's eyebrows relaxed a little and chuckled, "No need to do this, I don't mind."
Let Huang Ben check the identity of this Mr. An first when he gets back.
He appeared suddenly and his name had never been heard before.
Why on earth did he come?
·
Anle was humming a little tune as he walked along the path.
He achieved his goal perfectly today and was in a good mood.
The moonlight passed through the obstruction of the houses and floated before his eyes, like a light gauze, casting a hazy and soft temperament on the boy's gorgeous face.
"An-le!"
The moment the girl's voice sounded, Anle knelt down almost reflexively and shouted, "Miss, I was wrong!"
A girl in a dark blue dress walked out from the shadows, her skin so pale and sickly white that it looked like a flower covered with snow in winter.
Su Miaoyan frowned, put her hands on her hips, lowered her eyes and looked at the innocent boy in front of her, and said in a deep voice: "What did you do today? Why did you appear at the party? Didn't I tell you to stay at home?"
Anle lowered his head and said nothing, kneeling very straight.
Su Miaoyan knew from the look on his face that he had done something wrong, so she reached out and skillfully pulled up his ear, raising her voice a bit: "Speak!"
“It hurts, it hurts…Miss, I really didn’t do anything this time! I just saw Miss Liu being bullied so I wanted to help her.”
Anle raised his body in the direction the girl was pulling him, a layer of mist appeared in his beautiful eyes, and he looked at Su Miaoyan pitifully.
"Miss, believe me, I tried to kill her last time but failed. After you taught me a lesson, I never had any evil intentions again. This time I just want to make it up to her."
Su Miaoyan saw Anle trying to open his eyes wide to show sincerity, and she was a little suspicious: "Really?"
She had known Anle since she was five years old and knew that this boy was a habitual liar.
"It's more real than pearls!" An Le held up three fingers and swore, "If it's fake, let God..."
"Hey hey hey!" Su Miaoyan hurriedly let go of her hand and covered Anle's lips, "I believe it, I believe it, don't curse yourself."
Anle blinked, and her eyes slowly curved.
When Su Miaoyan saw his expression, she had a bad feeling in her heart. Sure enough, the next moment she felt the wet heat coming from the palm of her hand, which made her move her palm away as if she had been electrocuted.
"Anle!" Su Miaoyan was furious, with a blush on her cheeks, "Why are you like this again!"
Anle pretended nothing happened and looked left and right but didn't look at the girl.
Su Miaoyan was extremely angry but helpless. She could only use both hands to turn the boy's face in front of her and said sternly:
"Listen carefully, Anle. Miss Liu and Lord Yan are in love with each other. There is no place for me to interfere, and no one should disturb them."
"Since I was born, the grassland gods have already woven my destiny. I will not escape, so you must never, ever, ever cause trouble for them again. Do you understand?"
Su Miaoyan's fingers were pressed against her cheek, soft and warm.
Anle stared at the stars in the girl's eyes, lowered his gaze, and said softly, "Okay."
What grassland gods, what destiny? He didn't believe in them.
He only knew that his lady was the kindest person in the world.
So you must be happy.
For this, he can do whatever it takes.
·
As soon as Wen Ying returned to her Qingzhu Pavilion, she ran into Chuntao, who had been waiting for her for a long time with a sparkle in her eyes.
"Miss, how was the banquet? Did you encounter any plots from the novels? Did you meet any vicious female supporting characters?" Chun Tao couldn't wait to throw out a series of questions.
Wen Ying recalled for a moment. The first thing she remembered was her blushing face and her heartbeating heart. After barely erasing the figure of Yan Jing from her mind, she remembered some extra things sporadically.
"I guess I met a female supporting role? But she's not that vicious... She's not that vicious." Wen Ying tapped her chin and thought, "It feels like this went pretty smoothly."
Chun Tao's face fell instantly: "Then all our preparations were in vain? There's not even any drugging? There's always a drugging plot in every banquet in every romance novel."
Wen Ying thought hard and said, "If you give me the drug, my immunity to all poisons will be ineffective. If you give it to Yan Jing..."
The figure that was finally removed looked at her with eyes that could drown someone.
She looked affectionate, yet seemed to still have some sanity left, and didn't look like she had been drugged.
"Probably not."
"Ah..." Chun Tao was extremely disappointed. "Then how can we advance your relationship with Lord Yan? Isn't this banquet a wasted trip?"
"It was a wasted trip... not really." Wen Ying's ears suddenly heard Yan Jing's voice of chuckling and reciting poetry, and her heart beat faster.
But facing Chuntao's doubtful eyes, she didn't know how to start. Wen Ying coughed lightly and took out the note she had hidden in her sleeve:
"A young man at the banquet slipped this note to me."
"Oh?!" Chun Tao became excited again, "Could it be that this time it's the turn of the affectionate male supporting actor to appear on the stage?"
Wen Ying was also eager to learn, so she opened the note immediately.
The two girls stood close together excitedly, but their faces changed after reading the sentences on the paper.
There was only black writing on a white background:
[Li Ming, I have the information you want. ]
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