"Could it be that if you came to Yemu tonight and didn't wait for me, you didn't mean to despise me and not care about me.

"But you were worried that the princess would return early, so you deliberately ended it early and then sneaked in to deliver the umbrella?

"Ouyang Lianghan, you, you..."

The rather arrogant and narcissistic little girl with plum blossom makeup was doubtful and shy, and her tone was a bit stuttering.

Under the candlelight, this little face is very wonderful...

The next day.

Li Guo'er got up early as usual and pretended that nothing happened.

There were just faint dark circles in the eye grooves, which seemed to be revealing something.

As for the red paper umbrella placed quietly next to the door, she seemed not to notice it and went in and out of the boudoir normally.

Nor did the other maids move it.

It's just that every time I pass by the door of Yihong Umbrella, the lotus steps under the skirt of a certain girl with plum blossom makeup will be a little faster, and I don't know what she is deliberately hiding.

But the remaining light will inadvertently sweep over it to confirm whether it is still there.

Li Guo'er seemed to be waiting for someone to discover that he had put it in the wrong yard, so he quietly took it away by himself, pretending that nothing had happened.

Or...it's like...waiting for his further disclosure?

She didn't know what she was waiting for, or what she expected.

The next few days passed in such an ordinary time.

The agreed-upon night came again, and Li Guoer once again participated in the poetry meeting of Juhua Poetry Society, but did not return early.

Li Guo'er was a little absent-minded during the evening poetry gathering.

After it was over, she stood up immediately, rejected the young talents' invitation to please, and left quickly, returning to Prince Xunyang's Mansion.

The night conspiracy was over and Ouyang Lianghan had already left.

Li Guo'er turned around and found an excuse to send away the followers who were waiting for him.

Approaching the boudoir, she slowed down her steps and clenched her beautiful hands slightly in her sleeves.

Arrive at the boudoir.

Li Bao'er looked forward, held up the skirts on both sides, walked into the courtyard, and immediately saw a brand new aqua oil-paper umbrella quietly placed next to the red umbrella at the door of the boudoir.

The format is exactly the same.

He confiscated the popular umbrella and put a new umbrella in it.

And when I opened the new umbrella, there was a line of familiar handwriting.

"Look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk...I miss you when I walk...I miss you when I sit down...I miss you? You, you, I'm done with you..."

Li Bao'er closed the umbrella with a "tang" and looked around, her pretty face a little embarrassed.

After looking around for a while, while there was no one in the boudoir, she quickly put the green umbrella back intact, pretending she hadn't seen it, and slipped into the building.

But in the next few days, Li Guo'er seemed to be distracted from time to time, as if to verify something again, and flipped through the calendar frequently, as if he was anxiously waiting for a certain date.

A few days later, finally, another night plot in the study room of Prince Xunyang Mansion began.

She returned to the palace late at night after attending the poetry club's regular poetry meeting, and Ouyang Lianghan had already left.

Li Guo'er found another reason and sent away the maid with a colorful ribbon.

She pursed her lips, feeling both shy and expectant. This feeling was very strange. The little girl had never tasted it in her previous seventeen years of life.

Entering the boudoir again.

Next to the door of the boudoir, there was a pale pink oil-paper umbrella.

Li Guo'er, who was originally hesitant, quickly quickened her pace and opened her third new umbrella.

On the umbrella, there was a short sentence he said as usual.

"If you ask about leisure time... a river of tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain... plums and yellow Shiyu."

Li Bao'er was stunned for a moment, chewing repeatedly in his mouth.

"Huh..." This poem has a weird format and does not follow the ancient rhythm, but it is extremely catchy.

She knew that this must be just a fragment of a sentence, but he picked it up with ease, as if he casually wrote it down on the umbrella when he was homesick and melancholy at a certain moment, with no fear.

This level of talent and blank space is simply tantalizing.

After chewing it for more than ten times, Li Bao'er suddenly stamped his feet.

Why do you write so easily, instead of doing serious things, why do you put all your talents and thoughts into this kind of love poem to seduce a woman? Do you just miss her so much?

One moment I couldn't put it down, and the next moment Li Baoer threw out the new umbrella like a hot potato and hurriedly put it back in place.

Still avoiding and not daring to touch.

It seems that they are afraid that once they touch it and accept it, it will be like completing a certain ritual and being contaminated by something that makes most women in the world love, hate, be obsessed with, and break their hearts.

But as a result, three more handmade oil-paper umbrellas appeared at the door of the boudoir. Certain things could no longer be hidden. On the morning of the second day, Li Guoer noticed that Cai Shou and the others were looking at her strangely.

But no one dared to ask her face to face, and no one dared to touch the umbrella without authorization.

But in the dead of night, Li Guo'er, who was troubled by her love, couldn't help but cursed in shame:

"You Ouyang Lianghan, you... you are such a hypocrite, no wonder you have been reluctant to accept the Xie family sister, and you actually did such a thing behind her back... tarnished, tarnished the innocence of this princess."

Although he cursed, for some reason, Li Guoer couldn't feel much hatred in his heart.

Perhaps she admired Ouyang Lianghan's resourcefulness, talent and skills along the way.

And to be admired and expressed by outstanding peers, most women will not find it greasy and disgusting, or in other words, it is another special kind of disgusting and disgusting.

I hate his straightforwardness and boldness, which makes me extremely embarrassed and annoyed.

But when she thought of the sister of the Xie family whom she had longed for, a strange, innocent and comfortable emotion suddenly flowed through her chest, as if she had received some kind of strong affirmation and recognition.

This is a secret competition that only exists between beautiful and outstanding women.

But why do I feel so panicked?

For several days in a row, Li Guo'er was as distraught as a thread. She bid farewell to the understatement of the past and took it easy.

One night, in front of her boudoir bed, as she was undressing and about to fall asleep, she suddenly remembered something, put on her clothes and got up, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a large tome.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a Donglin Temple marriage lottery that had been hidden for a long time.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Baoer suddenly opened the signature paper.

Take a closer look and think:

"Take this flower bush and look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king."

She frowned and looked down. Under the red paper, there was a column of interpretation words written by Master Shandao:

"While surrounded by thousands of flowers, I still don't bother to look back. Half of it is because I am devoted to the Tao and have a pure heart and few desires; half of it is because I met a dazzling person early in my life. Naturally, I don't look down on the ordinary. This is fate, and it is also true.

Tribulation, difficulty in crossing, difficulty in crossing..."

There seems to be a pause at the end of this string of interpretation words, and finally the eight characters are left:

It's as bright as the moon, when can I break it?

An incomprehensible Zen poem, Li Guoer understood the meaning at a glance:

"When can the bright moon hanging in the sky...be picked out?"

Li Guo'er stayed where he was.

She suddenly remembered those days when she was deeply disappointed when she was inspecting those talented people who had defected to scholars. She used to feel unconvinced and unwilling to admit defeat, but now...

She remembered comparing them frequently with Ouyang Lianghan, her brother's counselor in the house, but they were always inferior.

I remembered that Ouyang Lianghan, as the noble man in the prophecy, had yet to send the "bright moon" thing by accident.

I also thought of... a certain way of opening up something wrong by sharing wealth and adversity.

"Ming...Mingyue, why is it Mingyue again? Wait, could it be...could it be that...the Mingyue in the prophecy is Ouyang Lianghan himself?"

In front of the window, under the moonlight, there is a little girl with plum blossom make-up who is mumbling and speechless, her little deer bumping around, her cheeks gradually getting hot.
Chapter completed!