After "Ning" for a long time, Ji Jin still couldn't say a complete sentence, so he simply hid behind Shen Youchu, almost crying.

what to do?

She originally planned to leave a good impression on Shixian when they met for the first time, but now she will definitely think that she has no etiquette.

But the more she cared about it, the more nervous she became, and the more nervous she became, the more speechless she became. Even after preparing for a long time, she was still extremely nervous.

Ning Wuyan didn't expect that Miss Ji, who was as calm and composed as an old scholar in front of thousands of students yesterday, was actually a little...scared of life?

The talented woman who made people look up to her was so down-to-earth at this moment, so he spoke freely: "Yesterday, I met Miss Ji by the Xuanwu Lake. I was so shocked that I still remember her freshly."

He's not flattering.

If you stay far away, you will be attracted by Ji Jin's earthly temperament.

Looking up close, Ji Jin, who has fair skin and is as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, is a standard classical beauty.

Still one of a kind.

Ji Jin blushed even more after being praised. When he saw Ning Wuxu's sincere eyes, he knew that he was not frivolous but telling the truth, and his heart raced like a deer.

"Thank you... thank you. I also admire your poems... I have admired them for a long time."

When it comes to poetry, Ji Jin stumbles a little, but he can express himself normally.

oh.

Ning Wuyao thought to himself: I thought you came to me to play because you admired me. If you admire poetry, we can only keep the conversation short.

"I've been busy developing perfume recently, and I'm not in the mood to write poetry. If Miss Ji wants to compare notes, can you wait until I'm done?" Ning Wuyang discussed softly.

Seeing Ji Jin's cautious look, he couldn't help but worry that if he spoke louder, he would scare people out of their wits.

Ji Jin touched her sleeve, where there was a poem she wrote for Shixian.

My original intention was to invite the Shixian to accept me once we met.

But he said he was busy...

"Mr. Ning, I know you are very busy, but would you please take some time to help Jin'er read her... newly written poems?" Shen Youchu finally woke up from his beauty, rolled up Ji Jin's sleeves, and took out the poem. The poem was thrust into Ning Wuyan's hand.

As expected, he is here again to ask for advice on poetry. It seems that he will soon put up a sign to tell everyone that he will not accept guests for the time being.

Ning Wuyan smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemums clinging to his body on the paper. He looked at Ji Jin, whose face was as red as an apple, "Miss Ji, can I open it and take a look?"

"able……"

Ji Jin replied in a low voice, looking enviously at Youchu who was as calm as usual.

Obviously Youchu and Ning Shixian only met one day earlier than her, but they seemed to have known each other for a long time.

And she.

Even when I wrote a poem for Ning Shixian, I didn't dare to say that I wrote it for him, for fear that he would laugh.

"The flowers that have grown up in the wind have all gone, and only the fragrance of love remains. The ground is covered with yellow threads. Who is worthy of picking them now?"

A kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure and sorrow. There is no way to lose one's soul, and a person is thinner than a yellow flower."

After Ning Wuyang finished reading this poem, he noticed that Ji Jin looked haggard and worried, so he thought that she was a friend of a friend, so he took the opportunity to comfort her.

"Ms. Ji, the poems are very good, but the emotions are quite sad. As a human being, you should be more optimistic. If there are flowers that can be broken, they must be broken. Don't wait until there are no flowers."

He carefully folded the paper along the marks on the paper, stuffed it back into Shen Youchu's little hand, picked up the sack at his feet, and showed it to the two of them proudly.

"I heard from Miss Shen that you, Miss Ji, love chrysanthemums. I bought some dried chrysanthemums from the flower house at Hanshan Temple yesterday and made them into chrysanthemum perfume. It will be more fragrant than the incense you are using on your clothes now, Miss Ji. Much more."

Than discussing poetry.

Ning Wuhao focuses more on bringing goods.

"Jin'er, as you can see, Mr. Ning values ​​his perfume more than his poems." Shen Youchu unceremoniously revealed Ning Wuyan's true face.

If there are flowers, you must break them off. Don’t wait until there are no flowers.

Ji Jin really saw Ning Wuxu's casualness. She hesitated, but still couldn't restrain her curiosity, and opened her red lips lightly: "Ning Shixian... why do you want to take this small path of developing perfume?"

"because I like it."

After revealing the identity of the Poet Immortal, the value of the poems he wrote can indeed rise, but in order to be realized, others need to judge and set a price for him.

If he makes a living from this, he will definitely encounter officials like Ye Tongpan who want to squeeze his value.

If you don't cooperate with those people, your poems will definitely not be sold. Just like the contemporary king of poets, in order to reject the old emperor's invitation to become a royal gentleman, wouldn't he also bother to hold a talent conference to select his successor?

Ning Wuhuang didn't want to enter the court because of this, go to the palace before dawn like his second uncle, and have to be picked on by the superiors every day.

He just wants to be a conscientious boss who sleeps until he wakes up naturally and counts money until his hands cramp.

King Xu Shi's family was a big landowner. The Xu family relied on their talent, fame and connections to make the younger members of the family prosperous in their official careers, so King Xu Shi could travel without having to worry about money and reject the old emperor.

He doesn’t want to be someone else’s chess piece, but he also needs to have a solid foundation.

If you have enough money, you can have a certain amount of freedom.

As for Quan, he is one with the Ning family with honor and disgrace, and he will continue to manage the title of Shixian, so he cannot tarnish it.

"Because I like..."

Ji Jin looked longingly at Ning Wuyan, who was dressed in simple but sparkling clothes under the setting sun. She always felt that although Shixian was different from her imagination, it had a more tangible sense of reality.

"Ning Shixian..."

"Just call me Mr. Ning."

"Mr. Ning, can I come and ask you for advice again? I like poetry very much, and I also like your... poems."

Ning Wuyang thought to himself: I'm really sorry for your liking. I'm not the author, I'm just the mover.

"I'm not free these days. When the perfume is ready, can I invite you and Miss Shen to be my guests?"

Ning Wushu took the initiative to invite him, which was beyond Ji Jin's expectation.

After a second thought, Mr. Ning probably wanted to invite Youchu and take her with him, but he couldn't hide his disappointment: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ning."

"No trouble."

Ji Da's talented girl is extremely talented and has a wide social circle.

He could only ask for Ji Jin to help carry the goods for free.

Shen Youchu was also a little disappointed.

She also wanted to come and play around every day, but she had to wait until she was invited to come... She guessed that Mr. Ning only liked to write poems and didn't like to discuss these things. He might serve tea to see guests off, but in order to accompany Jin'er, She could only endure it for a few more days.

"Mr. Ning, let me know immediately when the perfume is ready."

Shen Youchu didn't stay to delay Ning Wuchang from doing his business.

She was also looking forward to whether the perfume Mr. Ning mentioned had the magical effect he said.

Ning Wuyan took the opportunity to ask: "Where do you live? Once it's ready, I'll send someone to deliver a message to you."

In fact, he could guess Shen Youchu's true identity.

Although the surname Shen is common, there is no other Shen family in Jinling who can afford to wear gold threads, spend tens of thousands of taels of silver, and always have maids around.

"I live on a small island in the middle of the lake."

Shen Youchu took off a jade plaque from his waist.

"When the time comes, you have someone take this jade token to the island to find me, and the boy guarding the bridge will let me go."

As expected, it was Lord Shen Island.

Ning Wu was not surprised. He took the jade token and hung it on his waist. He held the sack and hugged the two girls before starting to work.

After Ning Wuyan walked into the courtyard, Ji Jin finally realized: "Youchu, are you not familiar with me?"

Without self-introduction, it is equivalent to a casual acquaintance.

"Familiar, you don't know, I have saved a hero..."

Shen Youchu took Ji Jin's arm and walked back, telling everything about the bullying of Ning Wuyan at Ye's Pawn Shop that day.

When Ning Wuyan confirmed that Shen Youchu and Ji Jin were far away and out of sight.

He found a wooden sign, wrote the six characters "We will not discuss poetry for the time being" with a pen, hung it at the door, and then closed the door tightly.

It wasn't until the evening of the next day that Han Blacksmith's shop delivered the still, and the door opened and closed.

On weekdays, except for receiving purchased meals and firewood from the back door, no one left the entire Ping An Medical Center except for the roar of the combustion-supporting bellows.

Ning Wuhuang's behavior was regarded by some doubters as a guilty conscience to avoid the competition proposed by others and expose his true face as a fake poetry fairy.

Coupled with the fact that some people secretly promoted this conspiracy theory, for a time, there were countless doubters.

But soon.

The top three poems on the small island in the middle of the lake were circulated, and the first three were invited to the island again to enjoy the scenery. Everyone gradually lost their original enthusiastic interest in the poet who no longer produced new works.

Especially when several poetry societies sent invitations to Ning Wuhuang to attend. After being declined, everyone became even more suspicious of the authenticity of Ning Wuhuang being the Immortal of Poetry, and all the people who gathered around Ping An Medical Center to inquire about it dispersed.

That night.
To be continued...