Jing Shengcheng looked at the little aunt in his arms in disbelief.
Was it... her just now?
[What Mei Qingyi? It's clearly Pei Zhixing. He looks so much like Pei Zhiqian, maybe they're brothers.]
[Good fellow, the person behind this is too evil. Even after leaving the stage, he will trample on the General's Mansion.]
Although my second nephew has a business mind, he is lustful. Pei Zhixing is more handsome than a man and more delicate than a woman. Who wouldn't like him?
[I'm really worried that they'll have Pei Zhiqian taken away. If I don't kill him here, once he escapes, rumors will spread.]
Jing Qiaoqiao was at a loss and could only cry at the top of her lungs.
Jing Shengcheng lowered his head and patted the swaddling clothes gently with his palm: "Auntie, be good, it's okay, it's okay."
The little aunt clenched her hands into fists, her eyes widened, her mouth pursed, and she tried hard to hold it in.
Pei Zhixing stretched out his finger, wanting to touch Qiaoqiao's face.
[Wow, what is going on? Are the bad guys going to attack me, my baby?]
Just when Jing Qiaoqiao was about to call for the Fulu system to help, her second nephew raised his hand to refuse.
"I'm sorry, Master Mei, when I brought my aunt out, my mother told me not to let anyone touch her, for fear... for fear of getting her sick!"
"This..." Pei Zhixing withdrew his finger with embarrassment.
There were little blushes on the snow-white skin.
When he lowered his eyes, there was a hint of displeasure in them, but it disappeared in an instant.
[Wow, my second nephew loves his aunt so much? ]
[Alas, what a pity! My careful nephew is about to be deceived by this big-tailed wolf next to him.]
Jing Shengcheng felt inexplicably distressed when he heard his aunt's helpless tone.
My aunt is so young, but she is already worrying so much about the general's mansion and these younger generations.
His eyes looked at Pei Zhixing beside him.
My aunt said that he was a bad guy, Mei Qingyi was a pseudonym, and he had a close relationship with that famous actress.
Is this true or false?
No, he had to verify it.
In this way, good people will not be wrongly accused.
"Mr. Mei, let's go down."
"Okay." Pei Zhixing responded dejectedly, followed Jing Shengcheng, and stepped into the threshold of Wangyang Poetry Society.
At this time, there was a huge commotion inside.
The poem "Autumn Residence on the Ba River" was hung above the second floor.
The literati and elegant guests upstairs and downstairs tasted it over and over again.
"You two, Sister Qingran wants to buy her poems. Come out and see her!"
Jing Shengshi conveyed the message.
Chila.
The door of the private room opened.
Facing him was the second prince.
Sitting in the private room next door was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
The two men's confidants stood beside them, with stern expressions and hands holding the swords at their waists.
As if at a command, the sword would be unsheathed.
Mu Qingran, who was standing next to Jing Shengzhu, swept his stern eyes across the two private rooms.
One of them, I met him last time.
The second prince.
There was another man wearing a green brocade robe with golden cloud patterns embroidered on the sleeves. He was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
Fair skin and cool complexion.
Those eyes were as deep as a cold pond, and once you saw them, you would never forget them.
"Who is he?" he murmured for no reason.
Jing Shengzhu next to him was dumbfounded, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."
"Crown Prince?" Mu Qingran was puzzled.
Soon, she understood.
A mere poetry society cannot attract so many big names.
An important reason for big shots to come.
It is this huge general's mansion.
It is normal for princes to fight with each other.
But it doesn't matter who I sell this poem to.
Mu Qingran made a prompt decision: "I won't sell this poem!"
"Why doesn't Miss Qingran sell it?" The second prince couldn't sit still and asked in confusion.
Mu Qingran saw that the Crown Prince and the Second Prince were dressed in plain clothes and did not reveal their identities, so they probably did not want to alert the enemy.
In this way, she doesn't need to be afraid of their identities.
"Because I don't want to sell it!" Mu Qingran looked at Jing Shengzhu, a smile spreading from her red lips, "I just want to give it to my good sister."
She tilted her head, "Xiaozhu, do you like it?"
Jing Shengzhu was dumbfounded. What was going on?
Whether you like it or not, you will offend the people in the poetry club.
But for the General's Mansion... Jing Shengzhu couldn't help but reply: "I like it very much, thank you Sister Qingran."
"You're welcome." Mu Qingran placed her palm on Jing Shengzhu's forehead, looking doting. "I will write more poems for you in the future."
"this……"
[Oh my god, what did I miss? Why would that person in the apocalypse look at my piggy niece with such doting eyes?]
[This CP feeling is inexplicably strong. ]
[My piggy niece, seize the opportunity. Judging by the way Mu Qingran is looking at you now, it will be much easier to build a good relationship with her in the future.]
At this moment, in the poetry club, the three people who could hear Qiaoqiao's inner thoughts all looked at Mu Qingran intently.
Jing Shengzhu was so happy that she pinched herself in disbelief.
“Ouch~”
Mu Qingran stared at her: "What's wrong?"
"You can't go back on your word." Jing Shengzhu reached out and hugged Mu Qingran's arm, almost pressing his whole body against Mu Qingran.
The men upstairs and downstairs have wrong ideas and think it's great.
Those who don’t think wrongly will think that it is a deep sisterly love.
The second prince obviously had the wrong idea, and his heart was as desolate as snow.
Before, when Mu Qingran asked him to stop Jing Shengzhu, he thought Mu Qingran hated her.
But today I saw.
It turns out that the clown is himself.
It seems that it is not easy to bribe Mu Qingran to work for one's own benefit.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince glanced at his second brother next door and understood.
He is in love but cannot get it.
Okay.
If he can't get this talent, his second brother can't get it either.
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