Jing Rong slowly raised the red mark in his hand and smiled a little shyly: "Princess, I am with you, but Jing Rong's tea ceremony is mediocre, but I hope the princess won't dislike it."

Youmeng still had a good impression of him at the wedding ceremony and smiled: "How could it be? My newcomer doesn't understand the rules, so I'll ask the young master to take care of him later."

Jing Rong smiled and nodded. When they were talking, Li Feng looked up at Jing Rong for a while, then lowered his eyes and his expression was as light as water.

Youmeng seemed to feel his actions, but did not look at him, but turned to the other side, her eyes falling into Lan Ying's hand: "Lan Ying also draws a red lottery?"

Lan Ying raised her eyes and smiled calmly: "Yes."

Youmeng finally felt a little relieved: "Okay, let's leave the work of writing poetry to Lan Ying."

With her talent, it is no problem to write two lines of poetry at will.

Lan Ying nodded calmly: "Okay, the princess and Mr. Ruan are both content with tea, and I will do my best to assist you."

At this time, Qiuye looked at Li Feng who looked down at the sign, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Does there be poems and essays on Brother Mu's signature?"

The sound of the Lifeng is mediocre: "Wine Flag Drops Rain Village Night."

Qiuye pretended to listen, and his hand hidden under the table quietly passed a blue sign to the left. A tender hand poked out from the goose yellow sleeves, silently took the sign, and then calmly held it in the palm of his hand. On the surface, it was as calm as before, and no one saw any abnormality.

After completing this exchange, Qiuye looked around with anticipation: "Oh? Can someone pick up the next sentence?"

Everyone looked at each other, and after a moment someone responded softly: "The next sentence is with me."

Youmeng looked in the voice and saw that the person who spoke was Zhuang Ning'er, who was sitting next to Min Qiuye. She looked at the flag with shy eyes, her expression as soft as her voice: "Check, Cook, Smoke, Noite Temple Qiu."

Qiuye showed a bit of surprise and he savored it: "Well, it really happened. Ning'er, you must cooperate with the prince to represent the Lan side to face the princess and Brother Ruan."

Zhuang Ning'er stood up, walked towards Li Feng in a lotus step, stood in front of the desk, and said softly: "This signature should be the most appropriate one for the princess to get, but Ning'er can pick it up. Ning'er is really frightened..."

"What are you afraid of? I don't blame you." Youmeng looked at her with a look of pity, and smiled meaningfully. "God's will arrange it so, so I naturally have to follow the heavens and respond to others. Take a step back and think about it. Perhaps this is more interesting than something unexpected can happen, don't you?"

Ning'er seemed to have seen through something when she heard what she said, and suddenly felt guilty and her smile froze.

"The princess said it." She forced herself to smile and glanced at Li Feng timidly, owing her body, looking gentle and well-behaved, "Then the prince, Rong Hou Ning'er will be ugly."

Li Feng looked at each other calmly, and his eyebrows were open: "The girl is so polite. She is good at making tea. It is a honor to be able to cooperate with her."

Youmeng shook the round fan calmly, her eyes shuttled back and forth between Li Feng and Ning'er, observing their eye contact, perhaps because of the sensitive nature, which made her inexplicably interesting.

As she lowered her eyebrows and smiled, the tip of her little finger accidentally slid across the edge of her lips. Li Feng looked back at this moment and captured her subtle expression. She smiled charmingly under the fan, and even a little evil, making him lose his mind without knowing it for a moment.
Chapter completed!