Tang Ning'er did not force her way in. Although her current status was that she was a disciple of the Holy Maiden of the Miao Territory and had a noble status, if she came to Xuzhou City in a big way, the Xuzhou Prefect would have to greet her respectfully. The Peacock King also wanted to avoid causing trouble.

There was too much movement, so we stopped outside the city and didn't get too close.

Tang Ning'er still regards herself as a small villager, and Fang Leng is just a young scholar, so when facing a behemoth like the Prefect's Mansion, Tang Ning'er doesn't want to cause trouble to Fang Leng because of herself, although she really wants to see Fang Leng.

Leng, the yearning had reached an unbearable level, but she still resisted the impulse, like looking at the husband's stone, looking at the door of the prefect's mansion, hoping that Fang Leng would appear at the door in the next moment.

However, in the current Prefecture, only people go in and no one comes out.

"What trouble has the girl encountered?"

Tang Ning'er suddenly heard a gentle voice and looked up, only to find that a low-key yet luxurious carriage had parked outside the prefect's mansion. The horse pulling the carriage was all white and had a jade-like head on its head.

Sharp horns. The person who spoke was standing next to the carriage, wearing purple clothes and wearing a gentle smile.

This man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was holding a folding fan in his hand. He looked elegant. The carriage behind him was enough to show that this man was rich or noble. However, Tang Ning'er just glanced at him and said, "Thank you, sir. I am just waiting for your husband."

She and Fang Leng haven't gone to church yet, but they have already made an appointment to get married. She has also moved to Fang Leng's home. In Tang Ning'er's view, this is the reality of being husband and wife. There is nothing wrong with calling Fang Leng her husband.

Wrong.

The noble prince nodded and said: "This poetry meeting may not end for a while. If you don't mind, girl, how about I take you in?"

The defense between men and women in this world is not serious. Letting Tang Ning'er in will not break the rules of etiquette. As long as Tang Ning'er doesn't cause trouble inside, it will be fine. Judging from Tang Ning'er's gentle and dignified appearance, and Xiaojiabiyu's appearance, she should not be the one to cause trouble.

When Tang Ning'er heard this, she was immediately delighted: "Thank you, Master!"

"It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of effort."

With that said, he walked towards the door of the prefect's mansion. When the guards saw it, they hurriedly saluted: "Young master is back. I'll call the prefect."

"No need, we're all at the door, so I'll go in by myself. I heard that my father is holding a poetry party again, and I don't know if there will be some interesting people."

This noble young master is Zhang Bin, the son of the prefect. He was originally studying in the capital, but he heard that there was some unrest in Xuzhou City, so he rushed back to Xuzhou in the past few days, and happened to meet up with the Qiqi Poetry Club.

Prefect Zhang holds this poetry gathering every year, so Zhang Bin naturally won't find it strange.

He said a few words to the guard, then turned back to Tang Ning'er and said, "Girl, please come with me!"

Tang Ning'er followed him and entered the prefect's mansion. Zhang Bin took her to the garden. The crowd's voice became louder. Zhang Bin then said: "The scholars who participated in the poetry meeting are all here, girl."

If your husband is among them, you can go and look for it on your own. This Qiqi Poetry Club is originally for chanting about the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl. How can lovers in the world be separated because of this poem club?"

Zhang Bin made a small joke and said: "I want to see my father first, so I won't accompany the girl."

Tang Ning'er nodded and was about to say thank you when she suddenly heard a wild and proud laugh inside.

"You pretty boy, you actually have the nerve to come to the Prefect's Mansion to participate in the Qiqi Poetry Party?"

When Zhang Bin heard this, he couldn't help frowning, and he felt unhappy about the person who spoke to him.

It seemed that there was some commotion in the garden. At this time, everyone else stopped chatting, and another voice said: "This brother is very interesting. One moment he said that people from poor backgrounds are not qualified to participate in the poetry meeting, and the next moment he said that he is handsome.

People are not qualified to participate. I didn’t know that it turns out that the qualifications for this poetry gathering held by the Grand Administrator were judged by my brother. It’s really disrespectful.”

When this voice came out, Tang Ning'er immediately said excitedly: "Brother Xiao Fang!"

She recognized that it was Fang Leng's voice.

Tang Ning'er couldn't bear it anymore and ran into the garden at a trot. Zhang Bin hesitated for a moment and followed her.

At this time, the garden was already brightly lit, with many red lanterns decorating the festive atmosphere. When Tang Ning'er walked into the garden, she saw two groups of people at war with each other.

One of them happened to be Fang Leng.

Most of the people behind Fang Leng were only wearing scholar's gowns, while some of the people opposite him were all wearing rich clothes. At a glance, it was obvious that there was a huge gap between the rich and the poor.

And beside Fang Leng, there was a thin man. Zhang Bin looked at it and couldn't help but marvel, this scholar is really handsome!

Tang Ning'er didn't pay attention to anyone except Dao Fang Leng. She happily ran towards Fang Leng and came in front of her. Just when she was about to throw herself into Fang Leng's arms, she suddenly remembered that she was not at home, but someone else was there.

, she stopped this impulse abruptly, but suddenly stood still and timidly said: "Brother Xiao Fang!"

She was a little worried that Fang Leng would be angry because she came so rashly.

But what Fang Leng did next scared her. Fang Leng didn't care about others at all. He pulled her into his arms and said with a smile: "You can hug her if you want, don't be shy."

"There are so many people watching!"

Fang Leng looked calm, but Tang Ning'er couldn't stand it anymore, but she didn't dare to struggle, because she couldn't control her power now, and it would be bad if she accidentally knocked Fang Leng away. So.

She could only endure her shyness, bury her head in Fang Leng's arms, and act like an ostrich.

Everyone else present looked confused.

Hey, brother, you are quarreling with someone, what the hell do you suddenly start flirting with!

The young master in Jinyi who was silenced by Fang Leng before was named Zhang Xiu. He was the distant nephew of the prefect. He thought he had a respected position, but he didn't expect to be humiliated by Fang Leng. Now Fang Leng was acting like this.

Ignoring him made him even more angry and said: "How unbecoming it is to hug and hug in public!"

Tang Ning'er was unhappy when she heard this. She was very shy originally, but she didn't refuse. It was no one else's turn to make irresponsible remarks. She turned around and glared at Zhang Xiu. Zhang Xiu looked at Tang Ning'er's purple

His eyes were suddenly in a trance, everything around him became an illusion, and he could only see endless darkness in his eyes.

"ah!"

Zhang Xiu screamed in panic and took a few steps back before being supported by his friends behind him.
Chapter completed!