Zhan Mijiang looked at her calmly.

He had thought about what she would look like if she had put on a literati long gown.

The person standing in front of him now was 11 million times more suitable than he thought.

"Now that we are ready, let's go." He retracted his gaze and said with a smile.

He also put on a cyan robe, which looked a bit similar to the one on her.

The ancients didn't know what this meant, but Zhan Mijiang knew very well about couple outfits from the very beginning.

Bullying the ancients did not understand.

The carriage quietly left from the back door of the palace, and stopped at Qimeng Garden where the poetry meeting was held.

In order to conceal his identity, the carriage looked ordinary, without the king's tolerance at all.

Zhan Mijiang jumped out of the carriage to help her out, and the two handed in invitations and entered the Garden of Dreams.

People come and go in Qimeng Garden, and as soon as you enter the garden, you can see dancers dancing on the main stage.

In the cold winter, the dancers on the stage are still wearing tulle light clothes, with slender waists and dancing to the music.

The poem meeting usually starts in the evening, and most of the people who live in the Chu Hall of Qin Building come to perform in the daytime.

The ancient people didn't have many entertainment activities, and watching the singing and dancing performances was even lively.

The two modern men obviously felt quite bored in their hearts, but they looked at them pretendingly for a while, and then got up and went to a nearby place to turn around.

The good poems made two days before the Dongyuan Poetry Meeting have been posted on the board and placed in a conspicuous place for people to appreciate.

Zhan Mijiang was not interested in this at all, but because of the people around him, he still accompanied her for a stroll.

Ye Chuijin was even less interested in this. After she became a queen in the original world, the spots that the sunspots blacked her mostly focused on her low education.

She didn't even go to college, and she didn't even study this kind of poetry at all.

At this time, in order to protect her own personal settings, Ye Chuijin would pretend to take a look when she arrived in front of a board. Sometimes she frowned and seemed very immersed in it.

Just when the two of them were strolling in such a superficial manner, someone inadvertently ran into Ye Chuijin's body.

Ye Chuijin staggered and fell into Zhan Mijiang's arms.

"I'm sorry." The person who hit the person arched his hands and ran away like a okay person.

Zhan Mijiang hugged the person in his arms, especially concerned: "Is it all right?"

The little fairy's ear tips were reddish, she stood out from his arms, shook her head, and then went to the billboard again.

Zhan Mijiang seemed to have the touch of her soft body, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but arouse.

The crowd around is bustling, but most of them are watching what interests me.

Seeing no one noticed, Zhan Mijiang approached her again.

The man's breath enveloped from all directions, she unconsciously wanted to take a step back, but behind it was the board for the exhibition of poems.

Zhan Mijiang smiled, and his voice lowered: "Madam, I am uneducated. Tell me what this poem means."

His words were full of ambiguous molesting, and the little fairy raised his eyes slightly to look at him.

She is now wearing a literati costume, which is very different from her usual appearance.

Looking at it this way, Zhan Mijiang only felt that the bones were all weakened by her.

The little fairy was extremely pure and sincere. Seeing that he wanted to know what the poem in front of him meant, he explained with kindness: "This poem is a homesick poem..."

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