She stood up and left her seat, pretending to be feeling unwell, and excused herself.
The palace banquet was coming to an end at this time, the silence in the air returned to the hustle and bustle, and everyone's eager conversation could be heard.
Because the banquet was held outside the palace, the fragrance of autumn flowers in the imperial garden came vaguely, lingering on the fingertips of the guests, flowing silently, seemingly reluctant to disperse.
...The winter in the Lost Country is as cold as the modern time and space in Yun Dieyi's memory. She has already put on Jin Qiu and is reading ancient books. Her eyes linger on the traditional Chinese characters, and she suddenly misses the simplified Chinese characters.
The door that had been lightly closed suddenly opened, and a cold wind poured in, blowing away the light fragrance in the room. Yun Dieyi's face was stained with a look of complaint. She had always been afraid of the cold, so she basically lived in a coop in winter.
In this ancient time and space, without air conditioning, floor heating, etc., it was already destructive enough, and now the cold wind is coming.
Just as he was about to criticize, he unexpectedly saw that the person coming was Jun Feimo. A smile immediately appeared on his lips, "Why are you here? It's such a cold day, how comfortable it is to just stay here."
A smile appeared on Jun Feimo's face that was slightly red from the cold. He walked to Yun Dieyi, looked at the ancient book in her hand, and then said, "Today is a poetry competition. It is said that there are many
It’s fun, sister, take Fei Mo there, okay?”
There's nothing fun about poetry gatherings. They're just a group of self-proclaimed romantics competing against each other in poetry.
So many classic poems have been circulated in China for five thousand years, and she really has no interest in listening to those scholars showing off their literary talent.
What's more, she is afraid of the cold. Unexpectedly, even though she has changed time and space, her physique is obviously different, but she still has an inexplicable repulsion towards the cold.
Just when he was about to reject Jun Feimo's request and tell him that going to the poetry fair would be a boring thing, when he saw those expectant and longing eyes, his words changed to, "Okay."
When Jun Feimo heard this, he beamed with joy and hugged Yun Dieyi, "Feimo knew that my sister was the best to Feimo. If my mother said she gave me a peach, she should give her Qionglou. So Feimo will give me the peach in the future."
My sister has many houses and mansions."
The queen said that if you give him a peach, you should give him a peach instead. Yun Dieyi repeated this sentence in her heart.
She didn't give him the peach, and why did she give it back to Qionglou?
What's happening here?
She casually placed the ancient book in her hand on the fragrant wood table, and then looked at Jun Feimo curiously, "What your mother said is, give me peaches and give me Qiong Yao in return?"