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

Ling Zhiyun continued the poem almost reflexively. The emotions flowing between the words were delicate and profound. The servant took the paper with the ink still wet and walked hurriedly.

Soon, Fu Yansheng's reply came, and his words revealed his sincere admiration for Ling Zhiyun's literary talent.

At the same time, Yuan Fangfang, who was not far away, was holding her belly, her laughter was as clear and sweet as a silver bell, and her joking words floated in the air, "One, two, three, four, one for making tea and one for making cakes! Ling Mohui, you are simply my soulmate!"

The poetry reading was gradually coming to an end. Ling Mohui found an excuse and took Ling Zhiyun's hand. The two took the opportunity to quietly observe Xu Yanqing who was standing not far away.

Ling Zhiyun silently evaluated in her heart that Xu Yanqing was indeed handsome and had an enviable family background. It seemed that her parents had not treated her unfairly, but all this did not arouse much joy in her.

Not long after he sat down, a book boy came quickly with a scroll of poetry in his hand, "This is something that the young master of the Xu family wrote especially for Miss Ling San."

Ling Mohui chuckled, a sly look flashing in her eyes, "It seems that not only do you favor him, but he is also sizing you up quietly."

After that, he added meaningfully: "His appreciation for you seems to be beyond words."

Ling Mohui knew clearly in her heart that Xu Yanqing in the book was deeply in love with Ling Zhiyun. If Fu Yansheng had not intervened, he could have been a gentle and affectionate nobleman. However, because he could not get the love he wanted, he gradually became paranoid, and his pursuit of Ling Zhiyun became more and more urgent, and in the end he was left with a sad ending, which was not much different from the original character.

Ling Zhiyun gently unfolded the manuscript, her eyes quickly scanning the deep affection between the lines, and then handed it to Ling Mohui, her tone full of determination, "It doesn't seem appropriate to give such a token to me."

The moment Ling Mohui took it, it seemed as if what she was holding was not a thin piece of poetry paper, but a piece of burning charcoal.

"Second sister, I can't face him directly. I hope you can help me convey it and ask him to take back his deep love. It's not that I don't want to, but I really don't have the blessing to bear it, and I don't want to be a burden to him."

Ling Zhiyun's words were full of helplessness. She and Xu Yanqing seemed to be entangled by the red thread of fate, unable to escape the fate of being abandoned.

Ling Mo nodded heavily, saying firmly: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it!"

Ling Zhiyun was touched when she heard this, "Second sister, thank you so much!"

"No, no, if you can get over it as soon as possible, I will feel relieved as your sister." Ling Mohui added silently in her heart.

After watching Ling Zhiyun leave, Ling Mohui immediately made arrangements and asked Zheng Jiaxuan to intercept Xu Yanqing halfway.

If Xu Yanqing, the infatuated man, could be enlightened by her and give up his stubborn pursuit of Ling Zhiyun, perhaps the tragic ending in the book could have been avoided.

Ling Mohui made up her mind to lend a helping hand to this fruitless love.

……

Inside the teahouse, there is a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, with the air filled with the faint scent of tea.

Ling Mohui slowly pushed open the door and stepped into this space filled with literary atmosphere.

Xu Yanqing was wearing a long gown decorated with green bamboo patterns. His every move revealed the aura of a scholar, as if he was a modest gentleman walking out of an ancient painting, making the surrounding scenery pale in comparison.

My parents' vision is indeed unique. This handsome gentleman standing next to Ling Zhiyun is like a carefully matched painting, setting off each other and bringing out the best in each other.

However, when this picture is compared with Fu Yansheng, even such an excellent match is inevitably overshadowed.

Xu Yanqing's gaze inadvertently touched Ling Mohui's figure, and a look of surprise flashed across his deep eyes.

"Mrs. Fu?" He asked with a trembling voice, full of disbelief.

Ling Mo smiled and said in a gentle and friendly tone: "Please take a seat. There is no need to be so formal. There are no outsiders here."

Xu Yanqing sat down slowly, feeling confused and nervous, and asked cautiously, "May I ask, Madam, what do you want me to do today?"

There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes, but also a bit of uneasiness.

"Mr. Xu, she already knows about your feelings for Third Sister." Ling Mo replied concisely.

Xu Yanqing's expression suddenly changed when he heard this, and he blurted out: "Third Miss..."

His voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and fear.

Just as Ling Mohui was about to explain further, Yuan Jiacheng's loud voice came from outside the door, breaking the silence in the room.

"Brother Fu! Where are you going?" The voice was like summer thunder, unexpected and abrupt.

Fu Yansheng?

How could he appear at this moment?

Ling Mohui was secretly surprised. An indescribable emotion surged in her heart, like an inescapable shadow, always lingering around her.

"Fu Yansheng? Why are you here? Can't you see that I'm busy with something important?" Ling Mohui frowned slightly, revealing a hint of displeasure in her tone.

Her dissatisfaction was not only because of being disturbed, but more because of the unspeakable emotional entanglement with Fu Yansheng.

Fu Yansheng walked into the house slowly and calmly, saying jokingly, "Oh? It's such a big deal, but even your husband can't listen to it?"

There was a playful look in his eyes, as if he knew everything.

Ling Mohui seemed a little anxious. Fu Yansheng's recent scrutiny of her always made her feel like she was being monitored, and this feeling made her extremely uncomfortable.

"These are just private topics between women. Why do you, a grown man, get involved?" There was obvious impatience in her rebuttal.

Fu Yansheng's eyes lightly passed over Xu Yanqing, and a meaningful look flashed in his eyes: "Private topic? Is it a private topic to discuss with him?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Xu Yanqing hurriedly clarified, fearing that it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings: "Master Prime Minister, please don't misunderstand me, I..."

However, before Xu Yanqing finished speaking, Ling Mohui had already stood up quickly, grabbed Fu Yansheng's arm, and said resolutely: "Let's go first, Master Xu, we'll talk in detail another day!"

She was keenly aware that if she continued, Ling Zhiyun might be implicated, which would be a big blow to the reputation of the General's Mansion.

Fu Yansheng was dragged away by Ling Mo, while Xu Yanqing stood there in a daze, looking at the backs of the two people leaving, unable to recover for a moment.

As soon as they got on the carriage, Fu Yansheng pulled Ling Mo back to his side without any explanation.

"Ling Mohui, what are you avoiding? Why don't you even give him a chance to have a complete conversation?" His question was full of confusion and anger.

Ling Mo turned to face Fu Yansheng, a hint of resistance flashed in her eyes: "Why should I feel guilty? If you hadn't barged in halfway, I would have already dealt with it. Fu Yansheng, why have you been following me like a shadow recently?"

Veins could be seen throbbing on Fu Yansheng's forehead, and there seemed to be anger burning in his eyes: "Oh, you finally confessed the little secret between you and Xu Yanqing! If I hadn't shown up in time today, were you really planning to develop something with him?"

His words were as sharp as needles, and every word pierced my ears.