The three of them ate, drank, and chatted for a while longer. Seeing that it was getting late, Fengming took the lead and said goodbye, returning to the palace. Although she had already requested leave from the Emperor, Empress, and her parents, she couldn't go back too late, or she would be nagged again.
Who would have known that the majestic and aloof emperor was actually a nagging father like Tang Monk chanting scriptures in private.
Fengming was about to say goodbye and return to the palace, and Tunan also decided to return to Zijinyuan. He himself went out for a trip with Feng Xiyun today, and his mother was visiting friends in the capital, so he had to go back to see if his mother was okay.
Since both of his friends were going home, Feng Xiyun couldn't stay any longer. Although he wanted to hang out for a while, Feng Ming's gaze pressured him to go home. He expected his father to interrogate him about where he had taken Tu Nan, what he had eaten, and when he would bring Tu Nan to visit him. He was really annoyed.
Tunan is only 17 years old this year, but he is already known as a talented man all over the world!
He could write poems at the age of three, essays at the age of seven, and his calligraphy works at the age of thirteen were highly praised by the calligraphy master Songyan Jushi, who wanted to take him as his apprentice. At the age of fifteen, a painting of a crane in the underworld facing a pine tree came out of nowhere, and many geniuses were eclipsed by him.
Legends of him have long circulated in the martial arts world, but he's rarely seen, staying at Tushan Academy. The Sixth Prince, boasting a long-standing friendship with Tunan, learned from Feng Xiyun that Tunan had traveled to the capital, eager to meet him. Fortunately, Feng Xiyun intervened, demonstrating the clinging power of a middle-aged fanboy.
Fengming had been studying at Tushan Academy for so many years and had always been a classmate of Tunan. He had witnessed Tunan's rise to fame with his own eyes, but he had never felt any emotion in his heart. After all, he had seen too many news reports about geniuses in the 21st century.
Fengming was also obsessed with appearances. Tunan had been chubby at the time, and even the most beautiful features wouldn't look good if they were distorted by the fat. Fengming's ideal of a talented poet and painter must be thin when dressed and muscular when undressed, and definitely not a chubby guy.
The three of them agreed on the itinerary for the next day. Feng Xiyun went to Zijinyuan to pick up Tunan, and then went to the Third Prince's Mansion to meet Fengming, and Fengming got on the carriage.
Watching Fengming's carriage go away, some suppressed emotions surged in Tunan's eyes. It was not until the carriage turned a corner and disappeared that Tunan breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and called Feng Xiyun, who was still joking with the waiter, to leave together.
Feng Ming no longer needed to hide her excitement and joy in the carriage. She rolled over and over in the soft and comfortable compartment, grinning foolishly as she tore at a Kumamon stuffed bear in her hands. If she could send WeChat messages to her friends right now, she would definitely have flooded the screen with messages: "Ahhh, I'm in love. All of you come out and listen to how great my beloved little brother is."
Unfortunately, this is the Daqing Dynasty. There is no WeChat and no good sisters to chat with. Fengming feels very uncomfortable because no one listens to all the things he wants to say.
As he neared the palace gates, he ordered the carriage to turn around and rush to the daily newspaper office. He spent an hour chatting with Fuling, who was bathing, through a screen, about the journey of a young woman in love today, forcing her to analyze where he had done well and where he had not. He then ran to Xin Wu's room, pulled him out of his bed, and spent another hour talking about how brilliant Tunan was and how good his vision was.
Finally, the two of them, who were really annoyed, dragged the princess onto a carriage and handed her over to Bi Chun, who had been waiting for the princess for a long time and had gone out of the palace to look for her. He returned to the palace around midnight.
On the way back to the palace, while washing up, and before going to bed, Fengming kept talking to Bi Chun for a long time before finally falling asleep, ending this amorous day.
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