At the beginning, the little koi carp was grabbed by a wolf and became the favorite of the beasts.

Xiao Lin was sitting at the table eating when suddenly two maids came with several plates of different snacks and placed them on the table.

After putting the snacks away, he walked away quietly.

Zheng Jiacheng nodded repeatedly when he saw this scene. "The servants in Prince Gong's Mansion are so considerate. When they saw that Xiao Lin had finished eating the snacks on his table, they took the initiative to serve a few more plates."

Hearing this, Xiaoxiang ignored him and looked around. He always felt that someone was watching them in secret.

Everyone present today comes from a good family background, and a mere servant does not have the right to deliver snacks individually.

Finally, he fixed his eyes on the screen in front of him. That was the only place where someone could hide.

Princess Kangle, who was hiding behind the screen, was enjoying herself secretly, unaware that someone had discovered them.

Mengyao was startled by his sudden look. She covered her heart with her hands, as if there was a rabbit inside that kept jumping.

In fact, Xiaoxiang only guessed that there was someone hiding behind the screen, but he didn't know who was behind it.

After a cup of tea, people who wanted to attend the poetry reading arrived one after another.

Princess Kangle put her clothes in order and walked out slowly.

When Jinbao and Yuyan saw the person coming, they immediately stopped whispering and sat up straight.

The scene became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Princess Kang Le.

"Today, I invite everyone to come to Prince Gong's Mansion to participate in the poetry gathering, just to gather together for fun. You don't have to be restrained. You can speak freely about your opinions and ideas."

Princess Kangle had a smile on her face and looked gentle, virtuous and approachable.

"Since this is a poetry gathering, why don't we each write a poem to open it?" suggested a young man.

Princess Kang Le nodded and said, "This is a good suggestion, then let's play a game in the form of passing the flower.

The drum is beaten as a command. Whoever the flower is passed to will compose a poem within a cup of tea. If the poem is not composed within the time limit, it means failure and a glass of wine will be imposed as punishment.

Everyone cheered and thought the game was interesting, and the atmosphere on the scene was instantly aroused.

After a while, the maid brought a big red flower made of cloth.

With the order from Princess Kangle, the game officially began. The sound of drums came from behind the screen, and red flowers were passed in front of everyone.

Soon, the red flower was passed to Zheng Jiacheng, who quickly threw it to Xiaoxiang beside him as if he had received a hot potato.

Just drink and don’t write poetry. He doesn’t want to attract attention.

Xiaoxiang was just about to pass on the message when the drumbeats suddenly stopped and everyone's eyes fell on him.

He sighed helplessly and stood up with the red flower in his hand.

Princess Kangle glanced at the screen, then turned her gaze to Xiaoxiang, looking as if she was enjoying a good show.

Xiaoxiang lowered his head and thought for a while, then he simply mentioned a poem based on today's poetry reading. Although the poem was not amazing, it was still memorable.

After hearing this, everyone applauded and praised.

The drumbeats continued and the red flowers began to be passed on again.

When it was Xiao Lin's turn, he poured himself a full glass of wine without saying a word, drank it all up, then sat down and continued to eat his pastries.

His actions stunned everyone, but no one criticized him. Instead, they thought he was straightforward and interesting.

After playing the game for a while, Princess Kangle asked everyone to communicate freely and get to know each other, and then retreated behind the screen.

"Jinbao, do you think this poetry reading is a bit strange?" Yu Yan muttered to herself as she looked at the men and women present.

Jin Bao nodded, "It's a bit strange, there must be someone hiding behind the screen."

When she was playing the game just now, she saw Princess Kangle looking behind the screen all the time. The person beating the drum must not be an ordinary person.

Yu Yan suddenly thought of something and whispered, "There are so many young masters from aristocratic families here today. Do you think she is choosing a husband for herself?"

"No, if Princess Kangle was choosing a husband, Princess Gong would definitely be present today."

Jinbao denied her guess. She was now very curious about who was behind the screen.

Action speaks louder than words. She looked around and saw that everyone was chatting happily, so she quietly touched her wrist.

Yu Yan saw that she was smiling and asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

"Shh~ You'll know in a moment."

Jinbao winked at her mysteriously, then picked up a piece of dessert and ate it slowly.

At this time, Princess Kangle was sitting behind the screen with a sad look on her face.

"Sister Mengyao, I know you fell in love with the young master of the Zheng family at first sight, but you are of noble status and he has no fame and honor, so it is impossible for you two to be together."

As a member of the royal family, one has always been bound by many rules and interests. How could marriage go smoothly?

"How do you know it's impossible if you don't try?"

Mengyao's eyes were determined, and she exuded a spirit of unwillingness to accept her fate.

Princess Kangle couldn't bear to hit her, so she hesitated for a while and asked, "Do you know what the young master of the Zheng family is thinking? What if it's just your wishful thinking?"

Although the Zheng family has a good family tradition, what is the point of getting married if the two people are not in love with each other?

Mengyao's body stiffened, she lowered her head and stopped talking.

This is exactly what she is worried about. She can fight against fate, but she cannot forcibly change other people's minds.

If Master Zheng really has no interest in her, what should she do?

Both of them were in a low mood, and neither of them noticed the emerald green hidden in the corner.

On the other side, Jinbao and Yuyan were sitting there feeling a little bored. They didn't want to deal with those people who came to chat with them, so they got up and took a walk in the garden.

Jinbao had been quietly paying attention to what was happening behind the screen, seeming a little absent-minded.

Yu Yan realized that she was hiding something from her and was about to find out the truth when she was suddenly pulled to an empty corner.

"What happened?"

Seeing how cautious she was, Yu Yan's heart was also lifted.

Jinbao did not answer her, but stretched out his hand, with Youyou, who had just returned, in his palm.

She asked anxiously, "How is Youyou? Who is behind the screen?"

"Hiss~ Her name is Mengyao. You've seen her. She's the one who disguised herself as a man at the city gate last time." After saying this, Youyou continued to hold her wrist without making any other sound.

Jinbao's face lit up with joy and he almost laughed out loud.

Mengyao?

Long Menglong? Long Mengyao.

It turns out that sister's real name is Long Mengyao. She must be a princess without a doubt since she can come to Prince Gong's Mansion and is valued so much by Princess Kangle.

Could this poetry reading have anything to do with her?

Yu Yan was confused and asked quickly: "What's going on? What did you ask You You to do behind my back?"

Jinbao smiled and explained, "Do you remember the little brother who fell down when we met him on the day when the army returned to the city?"

"Remember, Lu Menglong, didn't you say she was a woman dressed as a man?"

"Yes, it's her. She was also in Prince Gong's Mansion today, hiding behind the screen. I asked Youyou to investigate just now, and the person beating the drum should be her."

Jinbao became more and more excited as he spoke, and he wanted to run behind the screen immediately to pull the person out and interrogate him.