Quick Wear: I am a good female supporting role

Someone came out from behind the screen where the young lady was sitting. "My dear prince, number one scholar, I think Miss Liu is also a good poet. Why don't you go to the princess's mansion in a few days and exchange ideas with other young ladies?"

The woman was none other than the princess. She had heard about a talented woman who had recently emerged in the capital. Upon hearing that the woman would be in Chunfeng Tower today, she slipped out of the princess's mansion to see her. She was indeed as famous as her reputation had said.

It seems that both the prince and the new number one scholar seem to be interested in this girl. However, the prince has a distant relative, Princess Chen, who is raised by his father in his brother's mansion.

There have always been rumors that the prince is interested in this young lady he has raised at his knees, but I don't know if it's true.

Liu Xiaomo's eyes lit up. Was she going to break into the circle of noble ladies in the capital?

She quickly agreed, an anxious look on her face.

There are many hidden talents in the small Chunfeng Building. The boss of Chunfeng Building is grinning so hard that his face is about to be crooked. After today, his business will be prosperous.

Xiao Lingruo shook her head as she watched this scene. Liu Xiaomo could only recite ancient poems but had no idea of ​​their meaning. Yet she dared to go to the princess's mansion. She was afraid that sooner or later someone who understood would see through her and she would be in trouble.

Xiao Lingruo pursed her lips and lowered her eyelids lightly. She knew that Ji Junhao had been interested in Liu Xiaomo from now on. "Xiao Cui, let's go back home."

"Miss, aren't you going to wait for the prince anymore?" Xiao Cui asked hesitantly.

"No wait."

She drooped her long eyelashes, stood up and went downstairs. When she was leaving Chunfeng Tower, she suddenly ran into a cool embrace.

"Are you okay, girl?" The man's voice was as cold as the snow on the Tianshan Mountains, without a trace of emotion.

Xiao Lingruo shook her head and looked up, only to see that familiar face. It seemed that his personality was like an iceberg this time.

But her face still had

Yin Ji was outside the door of Chunfeng Tower and saw a woman coming down the stairs. Her skin was as white as snow, but this whiteness was sickly.

The woman was a little absent-minded and bumped into him without paying attention. He could have avoided her, but for some reason, he felt a little pity for her.

Xiao Lingruo didn't say much to Yin Ji. She opened the curtain and got in. The coachman shouted, and the carriage moved slowly.

"From Prince Chen's Palace?" he thought to himself.

"Young Master, the Lord is still waiting." The secret guard beside him spoke.

"Yeah." His eyebrows were as white as the snow on the mountain. But in his mind, the image of that frail girl appeared. She seemed a little sad. Why was she sad?

The secret guard saw the young master's expression and didn't dare to speak. He had followed the young master for so long, and he could still glimpse some emotions from the young master's usually icy face, such as it was best not to provoke him now.

The secret guard shuddered and acted more cautiously.

Xiao Lingruo returned to the mansion ahead of time, and the little maid was a little puzzled, "Miss, why didn't you wait for the prince?"

"Haven't you figured it out yet? The prince has something to do." The so-called something to do naturally meant accompanying Liu Xiaomo.

The princess invited Liu Xiaomo to the princess's mansion, and in order to make it more lively, she also invited Xiao Lingruo.

The princess and Xiao Lingruo have a faint relationship. Due to her poor health, she stays in the palace all year round and doesn't interact much with noble ladies like them. This time, he invited her with the intention of watching the show. Don't think that the princess doesn't know that the prince has feelings for Xiao Lingruo.

Xiao Lingruo agreed. At the same time, she instructed the maid to send more people to publicize Liu Xiaomo's abilities and spread the news in the market and the court.

The little maid was a little confused. What did the young lady mean by this? There was no benefit in making Liu Xiaomo famous, and the prince seemed to have other thoughts about Liu Xiaomo, which made the little maid even more confused.

She just did it because the young lady told her to.

Of course, Xiao Lingruo is not so kind as to help promote Liu Xiaomo. If there is too much, there will be a loss. The more famous Liu Xiaomo's poems become, the more people who are capable and want to discuss them will be attracted. It will be very exciting to find out that Liu Xiaomo, who can write good poems, actually does not know the meaning of the poems.

A few days passed in a flash, and Liu Xiaomo's fame had reached the point where everyone in the capital knew her. If her fame was only spread in a small circle before, now it was known to everyone, young and old.

When Liu Xiaomo learned about this situation, she also became complacent and couldn't help but feel a little proud. Recently, when she went out, everyone around her praised her.

When they arrived at the princess's mansion today, most of the young ladies around them looked at Liu Xiaomo with curiosity. She had a pair of almond-shaped eyes and was wearing a round-necked floral blouse and a light blue long skirt embroidered with butterflies. She looked playful and cute.

A gentle and graceful woman came over with a book in her hand. "Sister Xiaomo, you are very talented. I have read some of your poems recently, but I have never understood their meaning. Can you explain them to me?"

The people around looked over, and the princess smiled brightly, "Miss Mei, just ask, it won't be difficult for our Xiaomo."

Liu Xiaomo was a little scared. She could only recite the poem and had almost forgotten the content. After all, she was not the original author. She could only recite the poem but did not know the state of mind of the poets when they wrote it.

"go ahead."

The gentle woman smiled softly, "Bashan and Chushui are a desolate place, and I have been abandoned for twenty-three years. Where is this Bashan and Chushui? Are the previous experiences the same as what the girl experienced? I am really curious, what did the girl go through to have such emotions." The emotions in this poem progress layer by layer, but the gentle woman felt a little strange. Looking at Liu Xiaomo, she didn't seem like the kind of person who could have such emotions.

"Uh, uh." Liu Xiaomo had actually forgotten whose poem this was. Those places in this world didn't seem to be called Bashu, so how was she going to explain it? "I made it up."

"Is that so?" The gentle woman had some doubt in her eyes. She never expected to hear this answer, and there was something wrong with her expression when she looked at Liu Xiaomo.

Sitting in a secluded place where no one was disturbing her, Xiao Lingruo couldn't help laughing after watching this scene. This Liu Xiaomo really has an empty head.

After the gentle lady left, other talented young ladies also wanted to exchange experiences with Liu Xiaomo, but the more they communicated, the more they found something wrong. How could someone who could write such a good poem not understand its meaning?

This Miss Liu seems to be not worthy of her reputation.

At that moment, everyone present had some thoughts in their minds.

Liu Xiaomo bit her lip tightly. How could she not feel the changes in other people's eyes? They were all jealous of her. Jealous that she could produce those poems.

Xiao Lingruo was flipping through the poetry and books of this world in a corner, and suddenly an idea came to her mind.

The gentle woman suddenly came over and said, "Miss Xiao."

Xiao Lingruo just looked at her quietly, waiting for her to speak.

"Miss Liu lives in the palace, close to you. Has she ever come into contact with any strange people?" It seemed that the woman in front of her suspected that Liu Xiaomo had found a ghostwriter.

"No." Xiao Lingruo shook her head. The gentle woman seemed a little disappointed, but she didn't say anything.

When they went back, other people's attitude towards Liu Xiaomo became much colder, but Liu Xiaomo didn't care much. It was true that women who were raised in seclusion in ancient times had narrow minds.