Villain: At the beginning, he is secretly loved by the protagonist’s mother

Chapter 227

Lantai, which had been silent for a long time, became lively because of the arrival of the Lantai Yaji day.

Early in the morning, some people couldn’t wait to rush to Lantai.

The Lantai Yaji lasted for a total of three days, allowing everyone to talk about literature and martial arts.

By the middle of the morning, more than two hundred people had gathered here.

“Guangling is worthy of being the ancient capital of previous dynasties, and there are really many literati.”

Luo Zhuxuan and Wang Zhenxing came here, and the latter saw some poems with undried ink hanging on the wall, and couldn’t help but admire it.

“If there are only ten numbers in the world, you have at least eight numbers, how can you envy them?” Luo Zhuxuan covered her red lips and smiled gently, and her eyes crossed Wang Zhenxing’s handsome side face.

“Wen has no first, Wu has no second, and it is difficult to conclude whether this kind of thing is higher or lower.” Wang Zhenxing smiled, after all, it was a stolen literary style, and his heart was still a little empty.

“You are too modest…” Luo Zhuxuan asked expectantly, “With so many literati writing poetry and lyrics, aren’t you interested in showing your hands?”

“My poetry is only written for special people.” Wang Zhenxing didn’t want to make this meaningless limelight, so he smiled and declined.

Luo Zhuxuan listened to it, and his face showed some shame.

These days, I have traveled around with Wang Zhenxing and listened to Wang Zhenxing write many poems.

The special person in Wang Zhenxing’s mouth, doesn’t it mean her?

[The female partner Luo Zhuxuan has a favorability of +3 to the host, and the current total favorability is 88 (unswerving love)] Luo Zhuxuan’s

heart was as sweet as eating honey, and she continued to walk with Wang Zhenxing, her eyes slowly skimming over some poems.

Some people looked at Luo Zhuxuan and Wang Zhenxing curiously.

Luo Zhuxuan is not young, but the years have not left any marks on her face, but have added some mature beauty to her.

Everyone in Guangling knew that Luo Zhuxuan had already married into the Ye family.

But now Luo Zhuxuan is walking side by side with another man, which is somewhat surprising.

And soon, everyone saw a figure again.

It was someone from the Ye family who came.

Many gazes fell directly on Ye Ruiming’s face.

Ye Ruiming seemed to feel something, aware of everyone’s gaze, and even saw ridicule and pity in many eyes.

Slightly stunned, Ye Ruiming quickly realized something.

Looking around, Ye Ruiming saw Wang Zhenxing and Luo Zhuxuan walking together.

“Zhu Xuan, if you don’t give me face in the Ye family, why do you still come to this occasion with him, where do you let my husband’s face go?” Ye Ruiming came to Luo Zhuxuan and said displeased.

“We have reconciled.” Luo Zhuxuan put away his shy shame when facing Wang Zhenxing, and made a cold face.

“You… Didn’t you mean to me off? Only then did Ye Ruiming realize the seriousness of the problem.

“Angry with you? You think too much. Luo Zhuxuan said.

Ye Ruiming’s face suddenly turned ashen.

At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd.

But it was the famous Lin Junye, surrounded by the Li family, who came here.

Lin Junye’s eyes swept around, and he also came to Wang Zhenxing and Luo Zhuxuan, and first stared at the former.

Wang Zhenxing saw that his face was a little strange, but the look in his eyes felt familiar.

‘Lin Junye, Ye Junlin…’

When he first heard the name Lin Junye, Wang Zhenxing actually had a faint guess, and when he saw Lin Junye’s original figure at this moment, he opened the perspective to check it.

Unsurprisingly, this was indeed Ye Junlin pretending.

Ye Junlin didn’t want to reveal his identity for the time being, so he didn’t say anything to Wang Zhenxing, nor did he say anything to Luo Zhuxuan, but he said to Ye Ruiming with some hatred:

“Even my own wife can’t keep it, it’s ridiculous when a man wastes to your extent.”

Ye Ruiming was a little angry when he heard these words at first, but the next moment he noticed that this voice was a little familiar, so he tentatively asked, “Does Your Excellency know me?”

“How old are you, why should I know you?” Ye Junlin was jealous of being thrown out of the house by his father, full of resentment, and did not want to recognize him for the time being.

Ye Ruiming’s face was lost, but everyone’s attention was quickly attracted by other movements.

But it was Ji Xuanxin, the first beauty of Guangling, who arrived.

Many eyes were cast in the field.

Ye Junlin was the same, when he saw that beautiful figure, there was a strong surge of hatred in his eyes.

“Look, Ji Xuanxin actually wears a silk scarf around his waist?!”

“Oh, really.”

“Oh my God, is the first beauty in Guangling going to belong today?”

….

There were whispers in the crowd, and some young handsome people showed excitement and wanted to express themselves.

Wang Zhenxing listened with some doubts, and also noticed that many women present were also wearing silk scarves, and asked in a low voice close to Luo Zhuxuan’s ear:

“Is there anything to say about women wearing silk scarves?”

Luo Zhuxuan blew like a lan and slowly explained: “On the Lantai Yaji, if a woman intends to find Lang Jun, she will tie a silk scarf on her body.

If you see a man you like, you deliberately drop the scarf next to the man, and if the man picks it up, if it is unintentional, he will return the scarf to the woman, and if he is intentional, he will accept the scarf.

“So it is.”

Wang Zhenxing felt a little interesting, and at the same time, his eyes also saw Luo Zhuxuan’s silk scarf tied around his slender waist.

Luo Zhuxuan noticed that he caught a glimpse of the silk scarf on his body, and suddenly felt ashamed, and the unintentional flattery caused some men around him to widen their eyes.

Although Ji Xuanxin is now recognized as the first beauty in Guangling, there are still many men who find the mature Luo Zhuxuan more attractive.

As women get older, they will have more experience in life, and they will be more intellectual, considerate, and empathetic.

This is far from the comparison of young girls.

“Ji Xuanxin actually tied a silk scarf over…” Ye Junlin’s heart suddenly soured.

The two once had a marriage contract, and he still had some special feelings for Ji Xuanxin, a woman.

was humiliated by Ji Xuanxin and withdrew from marriage, and while hating in his heart, he also had a desire to counterattack Ji Xuanxin.

Thinking of this, Ye Junlin wanted to behave well.

If she gets Ji Xuanxin’s favor, and then lets her know that the man she fancy is the waste she looked down on before…

Ye Junlin felt very interesting just thinking about it.

With some playful smiles, he came to a table with pen, ink and paper, thought for a while, and suddenly his thoughts flowed, and he picked up a pen and wrote on the paper.

An ancient poem expressing the ambition of a teenager soon jumped on the paper.

Under the pseudonym Lin Junye, he has attracted much attention here.

Some people looked at the paper curiously, read it silently, and were moved by the ambition revealed in the psalm.

There are also a few old pedants on the Lantai collection.

After the old pedants saw the poem written by Ye Junlin, they all said that it was a good work.

Some young women from the family in the audience immediately cast appreciative eyes.

Ye Junlin smiled brightly, and after thinking about it, he picked up the pen again.

In three quarters of an hour, he composed nine more poems in a row, all of which were excellent.

More and more people flocked to admire Ye Junlin’s masterpieces.

And these talents in Guangling suddenly felt dumbfounded.

On the excellent works judged by the old pedants alone, all the talents of Guangling did not add up to Ye Junlin alone.

Since ancient times, Guangling has been a place where literati and ink tourists lingered, and literati have always been respected and respected here.

Lin Junye suddenly became the only focus of the Lantai Gathering Meeting.

And those Guangling talents, all of them thought hard and wanted to make a good poem to fight for Guangling’s face.

But I saw them thinking hard, but no one picked up the pen.