After the divorce, I wanted to give up, but the Prime Minister took me into his arms in the street

Before she finished speaking, she looked around cautiously, lowered her voice, and continued mysteriously, "I'm here to secretly observe my future husband and see what kind of demeanor he has."

Ling Zhiyun, who was standing by, had a subtle expression on her face when she heard this. She lowered her head slightly, hiding the fluctuations in her heart.

"Second sister, you stay here and enjoy the scenery. I will help you find out the details of that gentleman."

Ling Mohui patted the back of Ling Zhiyun's hand, said a few words, and then stood up and left with Yuan Fangfang.

Stepping into Yuan Fangfang's elegant seat, you will find the environment is quiet and has a unique charm.

Ling Mohui asked in a low voice: "The room is full of guests today, how can you be sure that you can find your fiancé?"

Yuan Fangfang smiled slyly and took out an exquisite seating map from her personal maid, which detailed the seat position and name of each guest.

“That’s my secret weapon.”

After she finished speaking, she proudly showed it to Ling Mo.

In the picture, Fu Yansheng, as a VIP, naturally sits in the most honorable position.

Ling Mohui's gaze slid down, looking for that name - Xu Yanqing. As the son of the Imperial Censor, he had a respected status and was naturally not inferior.

Soon, Ling Mohui found Xu Yanqing's location on the map and thought about it in her heart.

Just as Ling Mohui confirmed Xu Yanqing's seat, the poetry reading officially began. The first round of topics was based on the theme of peach blossoms and required improvisation.

Ling Zhiyun wrote a fresh and unworldly poem for herself, and also composed one for Ling Mohui, fully demonstrating their deep sisterly love.

Ling Mohui sat back in her original seat and looked around absentmindedly, trying to catch sight of Xu Yanqing.

Unfortunately, due to her poor position and the obstruction of her view by many guests, she could only vaguely see the man's blurry outline.

At this moment, a gaze as sharp as ice seemed to break through the air, piercing through the crowd and hitting Ling Mohui's back, making her feel a chill involuntarily.

Suddenly turning around, she saw Fu Yansheng's deep eyes fixed on her, and the indifference in them made the air around them seem to solidify a little.

"Your Excellency, an anonymous person has presented you with a branch of peach blossoms and has the audacity to invite you to compose a seven-character quatrain together."

The waiter's announcement was particularly clear amid the hustle and bustle of the poetry gathering, sparking a flurry of discussion among the surrounding guests.

On this occasion, giving peach blossoms and composing poetry together is a subtle way of expressing friendship. It is both elegant and avoids the embarrassment of being rejected in person. Even if the offer is politely rejected, both parties can save face.

After hearing this, Fu Yansheng frowned slightly, and with an elegant but somewhat cold movement, he slowly uncovered the small piece of paper pressed under the peach blossoms.

On the piece of paper, the three characters "Ling Mohui" were clearly visible, with powerful strokes, just like the majestic mountains and rivers.

Seeing this, Fu Yansheng's originally furrowed brows unexpectedly relaxed a little, an imperceptible softness passed through the corners of his eyes, and then he calmly put the peach blossom into his sleeve.

"The Prime Minister actually agreed to write couplets with someone. This has never happened before. It's really a strange thing!"

There were exclamations from all around, mixed with envy and curiosity, and a lot of discussion.

"Who is that lucky guy? It's a great honor to dance in the sea of ​​ink with the Prime Minister!" The comments of others were somewhat joking.

Yuan Jiacheng and Zou Boyuan exchanged a puzzled look, their hearts full of confusion.

"Brother Fu, which master has invited you to this? Why did you agree without thinking?" Zou Boyuan spoke first, with a hint of inquiry in his tone.

"Indeed, I remember that Brother Fu has never liked to have too many disputes with the outside world, especially this kind of cooperation." Yuan Jiacheng echoed, and both of them looked puzzled.

Facing the questions from his friends, Fu Yansheng was in a very good mood. He leisurely picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but he was not in a hurry to reveal the answer.

At this moment, the peach blossom in Ling Mohui's hand seemed to appear out of thin air. She played with it carelessly, and the peach blossom gently rotated on her fingertips.

When Fu Yansheng saw this scene, his heart was suddenly stirred. The teacup, which he had been leisurely savoring a moment ago, was suddenly thrown heavily onto the table, making a dull and shocking sound, which attracted astonishment from those around him.

Yuan and Zou looked at each other, not daring to utter a word. The Prime Minister's mood was like the weather in spring, changing in an instant and making people dare not touch him easily!

……

On the other side, Ling Mohui was immersed in her own world, unaware of Fu Yansheng's gaze that seemed to freeze the air. She just held the peach blossom in her hand and enjoyed herself.

"Yuan Fangfang is really too free. She asked me to write a poem. With our level, isn't this asking for trouble?"

Although Ling Mo complained, her heart was filled with a helpless smile.

Hearing this, Ling Zhiyun smiled softly and said, "It's okay, Miss Yuan is just having fun, we'll ask the book boy to keep it a secret and there's no need to spread it."

"This is the only way." Ling Mohui sighed softly and picked up the pen to write. Amid the scent of ink, the tip of the pen flowed slowly on the rice paper.

Just at this moment, the book boy handed over the previous sentence written by Fu Yansheng. The ink was not dry yet, as if he could smell the other party's breath.

"This is..." Ling Zhiyun looked at the line of words on the paper and was stunned, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

She clearly hadn't extended an invitation, and the sudden verse caught her off guard.

"It's from Fu Yansheng!" Ling Mohui took it casually and placed it in front of Ling Zhiyun. The handwriting was vigorous and elegant, like a sword hidden in ink, so beautiful that it was beyond words.

Ling Zhiyun stared at those words, and suddenly a complex and indescribable emotion surged in her heart, a hint of joy mixed with uneasiness and hesitation.

She hesitated, not knowing how to continue, and silently wondered in her heart whether she was qualified...

Fu Yansheng has been famous in the capital for his outstanding talent since he was young. He has surpassed all the young girls at a young age and has become the most tender fantasy of those young girls in their dreams at midnight.

But for Ling Zhiyun, he was not only the romantic figure in those distant rumors, but also the dream lover who made her fall in love at first sight.

However, fate played a trick on him. Such a brilliant Fu Yansheng was eventually frozen in her world as her second brother-in-law.

Ling Zhiyun knew in her heart that she should no longer have any improper fantasies about this man who already belonged to the family, but whenever Fu Yansheng's figure passed through her mind, the irrepressible emotions surged like a tide, making it difficult to control herself.

"Since this is a fun exchange between my sister and her brother-in-law, it would be more appropriate for my sister to do it herself."

Ling Zhiyun tried her best to force a smile, but it was a smile that was barely perceptible in bitterness and sorrow, and seemed extremely forced.

Ling Mohui didn't raise her eyes to look at the affectionate poem, "No, you are more suitable. The person who can touch the depths of his soul has never been me."

These words seem to be an understatement, but they conceal an unspeakable loneliness.