Li Chengfeng woke up when the drum sounded.
There are no scheduled events today, nor is there any news that His Majesty wishes to summon me.
Thinking of taking a look, I didn't expect that Helian Chaolu's door was wide open again, and I could see her figure from the courtyard.
Gather all the hair at the back of the head, twist it into a tight bun, coil it into a flat, round bun, and secure it with a silver hairpin inserted horizontally.
Li Chengfeng had experienced training in the northern border region and knew that this was the most common whirlwind single bun hairstyle there.
A brush and ink were spread out on the table. At this moment, Helian Chaolu was holding a piece of paper, lost in thought. She turned her head when she noticed the gaze.
She wore no makeup, and a few stray hairs fell along the side of her neck from the edge of her hair bun.
Li Chengfeng's breathing paused for a moment, then returned to normal.
Unlike yesterday's full makeup, today she looks like the girl next door.
He stepped forward to the threshold, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Miss Helian is awake."
"Hmm." Helian Chaolu responded softly, stood up, and handed the poem in her hand to the other party, "Please have Lieutenant Li deliver it to the front hall."
Li Chengfeng took the poems and glanced at them, discovering that they were the two poems he had recited at the Prime Minister's residence yesterday.
Although he was a warrior, he had a good memory. Moreover, both poems were easy to recite and he memorized them after hearing them only once. Last night in the front hall, he was just going through the motions.
Li Chengfeng narrowed his eyes as he recalled the fervor of those literary figures.
What you can't have always stirs your heart; it wasn't revealed yesterday, but it deliberately whets the appetites of writers first.
Having already guessed, he instantly made the connection and agreed almost without hesitation.
The daughter of a noble family in the northwestern frontier, frankly speaking, would be an insignificant person in Fengjing.
What gave him the right to enter the Prime Minister's residence and meet Prime Minister Pei? And why did he receive such high praise?
The praise spread like wildfire, reaching all of Fengjing in less than half a day.
What's wrong? Is the Prime Minister's residence a sieve?
Li Chengfeng was no fool; if he didn't follow the court's lead, who else could he rely on?
As he walked towards the front hall, he experienced firsthand what it meant to be the center of attention.
As dawn broke, the front hall was already packed with people.
The mere sight of him holding the papers immediately caused a stir.
"Is there a new work?"
"It must be! Bring it here and let me see."
"Don't rush, don't rush, first come, first served, don't you understand? I arrived last night."
...
Amidst the noise, Li Chengfeng carefully held the manuscript in his arms and made his way through the crowd to the counter in the front hall.
The shopkeeper stood there, grinning from ear to ear.
Normally he would still be in his warm bed at this time, and wouldn't get up before dawn.
But with the success of Songtao Pavilion as an example, he couldn't care less about sleeping in.
I was staying at his shop, but someone else took advantage of me. I'm so angry.
So when the shopkeeper saw Li Chengfeng striding towards him, protecting the piece of paper, his heart pounded wildly.
"Shopkeeper, these are Miss Helian's poems. Please post them here."
"Good!" The shopkeeper's voice trembled as if he had heard the most wonderful instruction. "Don't worry, Lieutenant Li, I will definitely frame it properly."
Li Chengfeng nodded, then turned and left.
However, his words were like a drop of boiling oil thrown into a fire; the front hall erupted, and people surged forward in a frenzy.
He used his inner energy to protect himself, and that's how he managed to squeeze out.
It seems to have only caused a stir in the inn's front hall, but it will probably become the talk of the literary world in Fengjing in less than half a day.
Qin Zhaoyue woke up at the beginning of the morning.
I went to bed early last night, and even though I drank a lot, I didn't cause any trouble and slept quite well.
The night passed peacefully, and no hidden schemes from the powerful families were discovered, so they immediately headed back home.
Dou Zhan disappeared without a trace, and then became a hidden hibernating creature, guarding its side once more.
"Oh," Qin Zhaoyue raised an eyebrow, "Isn't Lord Yinzhe currently enjoying a blissful period of romance? Where is his little lover?"
Hidden Hibernation: ...
When I connect the words "fighting chisel" and "young lover" in my mind, I feel like killing someone.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Qin Zhaoyue smiled.
Yesterday, my head was foggy, and I was overwhelmed by the images in the dungeon.
Looking back, did Yin Zhe really have his eye on Dou Zhan?
Will true love prevail in the end? Qin Zhaoyue expressed her doubts.
Such a reserved person, if they're going to confirm their relationship, they should just confirm it. Why do they have to hold hands and show off their affection in public? It just doesn't seem to fit the image of Yin Zhe.
"To congratulate you two on your upcoming wedding, I composed a song overnight, especially for you two. Would you like to hear it?"
Ah, even Yin Zhe is laughing.
I returned to the palace again last night to deliver a message, and then immediately rushed back to Chengyuan.
In the time it takes to burn two incense sticks, Xiao Liu was already asleep from being drunk when he returned.
She stayed by his side, what a load of rubbish about composing music overnight, who are you kidding?
"It's nothing, Your Highness, please don't trouble yourself."
Qin Zhaoyue waved her hand, "Hey, we're all acquaintances, don't be shy with me, I'll sing for you."
"Oh, my little love, don't worry, I'll only ever hold your hand in my red sleeves for you."
After three rounds of wine, the moon rises high in the sky, and my heart is filled with a sense of peace...
"Oh, my dear lady, don't worry, when spring comes, the snow will cover the tower again."
"May we live up to the promise of forever, until our hair turns white~~~"
It's like a slang tune, and it sounds quite pleasant.
Of course, that's what Sui Mo thought; someone's voice was so grating it almost exploded.
"Rolling up the red sleeves," and even "only for you," what a load of rubbish!
After Qin Zhaoyue finished singing, she looked at the person opposite her provocatively, "What do you think, my lord?"
Yin Zhe suppressed his nausea; he absolutely could not afford to be subpar at this moment.
Otherwise, given Xiao Liu's personality, wouldn't she be teasing her about this all the time?
So he spoke softly:
"The sounds are often unruly and the rhythm is rigid."
"Noisy and strange, with short and repetitive melodies, utterly uninteresting."
"The lyrics are plain and straightforward, vulgar like those in the marketplace, and lack any depth or subtlety."
"It is almost unbearable to listen to, and is ultimately not proper music."
Yin Zhe received a court education from a young age, so he has a certain aesthetic sense. In just a few words, he criticized that little tune as utterly worthless.
Qin Zhaoyue knew all too well that such a tune was hardly suitable for refined settings.
When I first transmigrated here, I experienced a life of nightly revelry. The refined music and culture of this era were too "refined".
She's just a mongrel, and it's okay if she appreciates it once or twice, but after hearing it a lot, she only has one comment: sleepy.
But... it's just a little tune, still a beautiful wish for shameless love.
And yet he still went on to say a bunch of vulgar things. Was it really necessary?
Ha, you little rascal, how laughable! I've got you...
Yin Zhe caught the mocking smile on Xiao Liu's lips, felt a surge of resentment, and vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Eh? Why isn't Lord Yinzhe showing up?"
Are you embarrassed or annoyed? Is it more shyness or more annoyance?
Stop hiding it, come out and tell us about your relationship journey with your sweetheart...
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