"How could I be that kind of person? I came to hang out with you!"
Sheng Ling was too lazy to move and refused without thinking, "If you don't want to go, you can go and play with your Taifu Xu."
"Mr. Xu has been extremely busy in the Hanlin Academy these past two days and has no time to pay attention to me!" Ji Xiaoxiao shook her hand, "Good princess, the cutest Princess Shengling in the world, please go out with me for a walk!"
"Momo..." Sheng Ling was about to move Wen Momo out as a shield, but then she remembered something, "Oh, Momo went to the east of the city."
"Yes, Momo abandoned us to find her fiancé, we don't want to play with her anymore!"
Shengling was finally amused by Ji Xiaoxiao's words, and a faint smile appeared on her face. She finally got up from the ground, patted her clothes, and asked her where she was going to play.
"Don't you know, there is a poetry festival held in the city recently, and many people from out of town are here. Many people from our academy go there to make friends!"
Sheng Ling hesitated for a moment and asked, "You want to take me to make friends?"
"I don't necessarily need to make friends, I'm just curious. I also want to see what the different opinions of students from other colleges are from those in our college!"
So Shengling paused for a moment, looked at Ji Xiaoxiao intently, and came to a conclusion for her: "Will your Taifu Xu beat you if he finds out about this?"
"He wishes I could discuss and learn more with others!"
"Okay, let's go."
When Ji was young, he finally managed to pry Sheng Ling into a lazy cat and dragged her to attend the poetry meeting on Lin'an Street.
When they arrived at Lin'an Street, they had already seen many scholars going to the poetry stage. Although Sheng Ling himself didn't want to think about it, he always heard other girls discussing which young master was in front of and behind him. The poem is good, which young master should I ask for the voice of the name...
Shengling turned to look at Ji Xiaoxiao and asked her seriously: "Are you sure your Taifu Xu really approves of your coming here?"
Ji Xiao coughed, pretending not to understand, and took Sheng Ling's hand to the other side, "Don't listen to those people's nonsense. Their ideas are superficial and childish. We are here to see the poetry meeting." ,Right?"
Sheng Ling thought for a moment and nodded.
She really didn't have much idea, she just let Ji Xiaoxiao pull her to look here and there. The balconies on all sides were covered with red letter paper, and each piece of letter paper was tied with a piece of poetry engraved with a picture of the poetry meeting. When the wind blows, there is a crisp and sweet flapping sound of wooden boards on the balcony, which is very comfortable to listen to.
So Sheng Ling really calmed down and looked up at the wooden plaques hanging crookedly on the stair railings. She simply read slowly and seriously one by one. When she read the interesting poem, she couldn't help but laugh. , I actually saw a lot of well-written poems.
The wind blew bitingly, bringing with it the coldness of late autumn, biting into the muscles and bones.
Sheng Ling subconsciously stretched out her fingers to tighten her coat, then looked up and saw the wooden sign in front of her being blown by the wind. However, with her peripheral vision, she accurately captured the familiar handwriting flashing across the front of the wooden sign...
Almost without thinking, Sheng Ling stretched out her hand to hold down the cold wooden sign. Her fingertips rubbed the clearly textured back of the wooden sign, and slowly turned the front side of it.
The wooden sign was dyed with a light layer of tung oil and felt a little smooth, but what was written in the middle was not a poem, but four words.
Four words that she knew all too well.
"Wish you well"
(End of chapter)