steal light

The atmosphere of the poetry meeting is always relaxed and joyful, and it seems so short-lived and fleeting.

The crowd dispersed, and Jiang Shu followed his younger sister. The siblings wanted to talk about family matters, but Yu Wenzhe and Pei Qian were left in the pavilion.

"Thank you Pei Sixue for your hospitality today. I also admire the talents of all the students."

Pei Qian raised his arms to salute, always with a modest smile, "It should be said that this year's poetry will be especially exciting because of His Highness."

Pei Qian's words are not flattery. All the students in the academy, even though they are in the school, are all thinking of going to the imperial court. The people from the Tian family are naturally trying their best to attract attention. Those who come in the future are not considered Everyone loves poetry, so naturally everyone's thoughts are not on poetry. Yu Wenzhe likes to write poetry, so they racked their brains to work hard on it. Those second-generation ancestors all took some time for fun to read a few lines of poetry.

Although it is still opportunistic, if the cleverness is used in poetry, it is not off topic.

Jiang Shu didn't need to go back to the palace, so Yu Wenzhe didn't need to wait for him. Pei Qian wanted to send Yu Wenzhe out, but Yu Wenzhe waved his hand, "Just after a poetry meeting, there must be a lot of things in the academy that need to be handled by Pei Sixue. I won't bother."

Pei Qian knew that Yu Wenzhe was straightforward and didn't know how to be courteous. He said that he didn't need to give it away, so he didn't need to give it away, and he didn't persuade him any more.

Yu Wenzhe nodded in return, still humble.

He stepped out through a door, which was a small path built by Shengyu Academy in the middle of the flower garden. Not far away, Ye Donglan turned around in a hurry as if startled, but Yu Wenzhe called him, "Young Master Ye?"

Ye Donglan wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, and he could leave Yu Wenzhe's sight soon after reaching the corner, but when Yu Wenzhe yelled, he stopped subconsciously.

He had no choice but to turn around, "Xiaosheng has seen the Tenth Prince."

Yu Wenzhe took a few more steps to him, "Young Master Ye has something to tell me, and I noticed that Young Master Ye is always looking at me at today's poetry meeting."

Yu Wenzhe is always smiling, his eyes are black and bright, in which there is only kindness towards his peers, without any superfluous emotions, just like the day they first met, Ye Donglan subconsciously guarded, but he just smiled, Said meekly and meekly, "My lord, don't worry."

Seeing Yu Wenzhe, Ye Donglan's heart that was beating like thunder suddenly calmed down. Any nervousness and fear disappeared in an instant. Seeing him, there is really no need to worry.

Ye Donglan smiled stiffly, "No, it's just that I was close to General Jiang Shu in the army, and I often heard him talk about you, Your Highness."

Yu Wenzhe smiled and rolled his eyes, "Really, what are you talking about?"

"The general knows that Xiaosheng likes to read some books. He often said that you are the one who reads the most among the princes, especially the "Book of Songs" is very good." Ye Donglan still remembers discussing the "Book of Songs" with Yu Wenzhe in those days. Every sentence has its own unique insights. He reads slowly, and he didn't even finish reading a chapter of "The Book of Songs" during the few days we were together, but it was very in-depth.

"Did you study in the army?"

"Read some in your free time."

When Yu Wenzhe met someone with good books, he couldn't help but start chatting, "What books do you like to read?"

"This is why Xiaosheng looks at His Highness more." Ye Donglan bent his lips and smiled softly, "Xiaosheng also loves the "Book of Songs."

"I like the sentence in "The Book of Songs·Wang Feng" the most, 'Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say what I want.'"

Yu Wenzhe still smiled, his tone was not as excited as the previous sentence, "Young Master Ye is a man with a story."

Ye Donglan also laughed, "It's indeed a story." His finger brushed the jade badge on his waist, "It can only be tasted as a story."

He sighed, shook his head and laughed again, "Let Your Highness see a joke."

Yu Wenzhe also shook his head, "No, I'm curious what Mr. Ye is asking for."