There was a commotion among the crowd.
The weirdness between Zhao Lin and Zhao Mingya is obviously not because of Zhao Chenhan. Is there really a problem between them?
Even Fu Liqing was looking back and forth between the two.
Zhao Lin almost choked and said quickly, "I already have a sweetheart, please don't joke around."
"I wonder who Mr. Zhao's sweetheart is? Can you tell us?" Li Weibai asked at this time, with obvious gossip on his face.
Everyone looked over, wanting to see whose name Zhao Lin would say.
Fu Liqing clenched his handkerchief nervously, not knowing what to expect.
Zhao Lin said, "How dare I refuse to answer Your Highness's question? However, I am currently uneducated and lowly, and I am unworthy of her. I cannot reveal her name, lest she be ridiculed. However, I promised to give her a poem earlier, and today I will borrow Your Highness's precious space to read it to her. I hope Your Highness will grant me permission."
"Okay."
Li Weibai said, "Everyone says that Mr. Zhao is a poet. Today, I want to see what poem you have prepared for your beloved."
Zhao Lin smiled slightly and said in a clear voice: "This is the Qingping Tune."
"The clouds resemble clothes and the flowers resemble beauty; the spring breeze blows across the threshold, and the dew is gorgeous.
If we hadn’t met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace.”
Zhao Lin bowed and said, "Your Highness, I will take my leave."
After saying that, he just flicked his sleeves and left.
The entire venue was silent.
Everyone is still immersed in it.
“Good poem!”
Li Weibai clapped her hands.
"It's a truly wonderful poem. It uses the word 'cloud' to describe her clothes, which are as brilliant as clouds and her beauty as gorgeous as flowers. Not only that, it also describes her inner beauty, and it's unconventional. It's truly a wonderful poem."
"As expected of Zhao Lin, a talented poet. As the saying goes, a connoisseur can tell the quality of a poem from its first impression. This poem is absolutely amazing."
"If only it were given to me..."
Everyone talked about it and expressed their admiration for the poem.
Li Wei's eyes shone with a strange light as she said, "Thousands of years from now, we will all return to dust, and no one will know our names. But that young lady will be able to write a poem that will be remembered through the ages, praised by the world. I really envy her for having a friend like Zhao Lin."
Fu Liqing blushed and was very proud.
Zhao Lin promised to give her a poem, but he never gave it to her. He didn't expect that he would give it to her here today.
It’s a pity that I can’t say it’s a gift for myself.
Although everyone knows it, it’s still a bit regrettable not to say it directly.
"Where is Mr. Zhao?" Li Weibai asked.
Only then did they realize that Zhao Lin was no longer at the scene.
"Your Highness, Young Master Zhao has already gone down the mountain." A maid said hurriedly.
"Why did you let him go?" Li Weibai asked anxiously, "Hurry and bring him back."
Yun Zhiyi quickly said, "I'll go find him."
She took the opportunity to leave.
“The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like beauty; the clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like beauty.”
Li Weibai murmured, "What a good poem, what a good poem. He is indeed a talented poet. This sentence alone is enough to show his extraordinary talent, which is unmatched. Who is this poem for?" Li Weibai asked those around him.
Everyone looked at Fu Liqing.
Although Zhao Lin didn't say it explicitly, everyone knew what happened between him and Fu Liqing.
Although they didn't point it out explicitly, Fu Liqing's house arrest was enough to explain everything.
Fu Liqing said shyly, "Your Highness, Zhao Lin acted very boldly and recklessly. Please forgive me."
"Ha ha……"
Li Weibai chuckled and said, "You two are quite charming. One of you came running over to give him a poem, and the other one pleaded for him, as if I were the bad guy. Don't worry, I won't punish such a talented person."
Fu Liqing was about to thank him when he heard Li Weibai say, "But..."
Fu Liqing's heart immediately rose to his throat.
Li Weibai said, "Every time there's a chrysanthemum appreciation party, scholars always write poems to record it. Since Master Zhao has come and left without leaving a poem, it shows disrespect for me. I will punish him."
Fu Liqing quickly said, "I'll ask him to write a poem for His Highness."
Li Weibai was satisfied and said, "That's pretty good."
Han Shiying suddenly asked, "Miss Fu is engaged to Mr. Bai, right?"
Everyone's eyes turned to Bai Shicheng.
Bai Shicheng secretly hated that bitch Fu Liqing was actually hooking up with another man in public, and that bitch Han Shiying was always bringing up all sorts of issues, neither of them were good people.
"Just wait, when my eldest brother becomes the Prime Minister, I will make you two regret what you did today."
Bai Shicheng made up his mind, but said calmly, "We've only had some contact, and we haven't gone through the formalities yet. If Miss Fu has someone she loves, I won't force her."
Fu Liqing said directly, "Thank you, Second Young Master Bai. Since Second Young Master Bai is so generous, please tell First Young Master Bai when you get back that the marriage is off the table. How about that?"
Bai Shicheng was furious.
I'm giving you a way out, and you're really going to take it?
Bai Shicheng gritted his teeth and said, "Okay. But whether Big Brother will listen to me or not is not certain."
Everyone shook their heads.
This Bai Shicheng is such a coward. His wife has been taken away by someone else, but he is still pretending to be magnanimous.
Yun Zhiyi quickly caught up with Zhao Lin and said, "Your Highness asked you to go back."
"Why go back?" Zhao Lin didn't want to go back.
Meeting Fu Liqing and giving her the poem achieved my goal this time.
Zhao Lin had no plans to meet with Fu Liqing alone. He didn't have enough strength and there was no point in talking.
"Perhaps His Highness wants you to write a poem for her as well," Yun Zhiyi said, "His Highness is very fond of poetry. Every chrysanthemum appreciation party is also a poetry conference, and many scholars write poems here in the hope of gaining His Highness's favor."
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