Deciding to chase her, Zhan Mijiang, who had extraordinary mobility, almost immediately determined the route of chasing her.

After the morning after the morning, I bought something interesting on the street and bought it home for her, knowing that she liked to read, she collected a single book for her, and the daughters of the capital gave her everything that was popular, and she had what others had, and she also had what others didn't.

Originally, when he sent something, the little fairy would look at him suspiciously, not quite understanding what was going on with the prince in front of him, and how he had changed so much all of a sudden.

Later, slowly, she didn't know what reason she found to convince herself, and whenever he sent something, she thanked her indifferently, looking very sincere.

Although Zhan Mijiang didn't know what reason she had found for herself to accept his kindness in her heart, it was a good sign that she didn't reject it now, so he didn't ask more, just continued to give her everything he thought was good.

Approaching the Chinese New Year, the capital was led by Jingzhao Mansion Yin and held a winter yuan poetry meeting.

Although Zhan Mijiang was not illiterate in his last life, he was not interested in writing poetry, but there was a little fairy beside him who scolded and quoted scriptures.

What is the origin and personality of King Xun, who doesn't know in the capital? If he said that he went to participate in the martial arts conference, everyone felt more comfortable, but now he took the initiative to invite the poetry conference, what is going on?

Zhan Mijiang didn't care about other people's opinions at all.

The poetry meeting lasted for three days, and the first two days of these three days were ordinary poor disciples to shine, hoping to meet some dignitaries and nobles through the poetry meeting, so as to facilitate their actions in Beijing in the future.

Wait until the last day, the respected old man and some famous talents will appear.

Zhan Mijiang was not so leisurely on weekdays, he didn't go there for the first two days, and it wasn't until the third day that he had lunch in the morning, and he mysteriously took out two invitations.

"Would you like to accompany your husband to the poetry club?"

Looking at these two invitations, the little fairy glanced at him ignorantly, and seemed to be curious about how His Royal Highness, who had no poetic feelings, suddenly had the interest to visit the poetry club.

When she was in Raofu before, she also followed her brother in the house to the poetry club.

The liveliness of the lanterns and the longing of the figures, and the momentum of the talented people who picked up the pen and slammed the ink to rebuke Fang Xuan made her yearn for it.

Looking at the invitation in front of her now, although she had thousands of doubts in her heart, she finally couldn't control the thoughts in her heart, and finally nodded.

Only then did Zhan Mijiang smile and pushed her back into her room: "Since we go to the poetry club, we will bother Mrs. to change into men's clothes, and it will be more convenient for us." ”

The men's clothes had already been prepared, and the maid who was waiting brought a cyan robe embroidered with ink bamboo, and a white cloak on the outside.

The clothes were chosen by Zhan Mijiang, she went to change her clothes, and Zhan Mijiang sat on the seat with the old god, as if inadvertently staring at the door with the corner of her eye.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the door finally opened.

The little fairy, who looked like she came from the sky, wore a cyan robe, an ink-colored crown on her head, her eyes were like lacquer, and her complexion was snow-white.

She is warm and peaceful between her eyebrows and eyes, and she is obviously beautiful, but when she dresses as a man, she is not abrupt at all, she only feels full of romance, like the most amazing and brilliant talent.