Be Good Chapter 2402: Scholars and beautiful ladies come to grind

Princess Princess Mansion, back garden.

At this time, all the well-known talented scholars and beauties gathered in Pingcheng. When Ying Xinqin arrived, the poetry meeting had just started.

Looking around, she didn't find that tall figure. For some reason, Ying Xinqin breathed a sigh of relief. She is not afraid of Xie Yun, so why should she breathe a sigh of relief?

Wing Xinqin raised his eyes slightly, despising himself quite a bit. Just at this time, when the eldest princess saw her coming in, she immediately waved, "Ping Qing, I'm missing you, come quickly."

The eldest princess Ying Pinlan is the emperor's half-sister and the only princess who stayed in Pingcheng after the emperor ascended the throne. s reason.

"Aunt Huang." Ying Xinqin greeted with a smile, and was pulled into the crowd by Chu Qilan.

"Princess Pingqing, everyone knows each other. I don't need an introduction from my palace. Pingqing, this is..." After the eldest princess finished speaking, she introduced others to Ying Xinqin.

Including Zhou Yuyan and Lian Chuyu.

Unexpectedly, their relationship has not broken down yet, Ying Xinqin walked past them with a half-smile.

Zhou Yuyan's nails were almost stuck in her palms, and when Lian Chuyu saw her, she murmured, "I heard that those who come late will write a poem."

It happened to be heard by Zhou Yuyan, and she raised her voice, "His Royal Highness, Princess Pingqing came a step late, should I punish myself with a poem? Since I can be selected by the eldest princess to participate in the poetry meeting, I definitely won't even write a poem." Can't do it."

Everyone echoed.

"Ping Qing, what do you think?" The eldest princess looked at Ying Xinqin. She invited Ying Xinqin to the poetry meeting. In short, this poetry meeting is Ping Qing's husband selection meeting. Although she doesn't know about it, the eldest princess knows about it, so naturally she can't let Ping Qing lose face.

If it is embarrassing in public, the gifted son Xungui present will not want to ask for a marriage for the sake of reputation.

"Miss Zhou doesn't know how to compose poems either, so why don't you come to the poetry meeting?" Ying Xinqin didn't answer the eldest princess's words, but instead looked at Zhou Yuyan meaningfully.

Zhou Yuyan was so angry that she wanted to curse, holding her breath, "I, I am because of..."

"Forget it, since you're here, if you can't embarrass the eldest princess, then the princess will make a fool of herself." Ying Xinqin cut her off directly, making her gasp in her heart and almost vomit blood.

The eldest princess saw that Ying Xinqin was giving face so much, and said pleasantly, "Come here, I will serve you with pen and ink."

All she wants is to win the heart and show off.

"Who will polish the ink for the princess?" The eldest princess looked around, wanting to find a handsome talent to cooperate with.

Thinking so, Ying Pinlan searched with his eyes.

Everyone was watching, but only one person came out and said with a smile, "I don't know if this official has the honor to serve the pen and ink for the princess?"

It really gave Ying Xinqin great face.

Ying Xinqin spread out the rice paper himself, looked up, and happened to meet Song Zheng's warm and jade-like eyes.

The apricot eyes were calm, and there was no ups and downs in the mind, "Thank you."

Winning Pinlan, who has everything in his eyes, can't wait to peel off Ying Xinqin's head to see what's inside. Such a peerless beauty is serving her pen and ink, and she doesn't blush and her heart beats, and she instructs him how to grind ink to sharpen it. Make the ink she likes.

Song Zheng looked at the brand-new Firefox cloak on her, and his moist eyebrows moved. If he remembered correctly, General Xie hunted several Firefox a few days ago.

"Princess take off the cloak, so as not to get ink on it."

Hearing his gentle and soft voice, Ying Xinqin didn't care much, and then untied the thin belt, ready to hand it to the maid next to the eldest princess.

Unexpectedly, when she turned around, she didn't see Song Zheng standing behind her at some point.

The foot stepped on his foot in an instant, and the body tilted, "Hey..."

"Be careful." Seeing Song Zheng raised his hand to support her, Ying Xinqin clasped the desk with his backhand, and he stood still, but the fur ball on the thin cloak fell into the inkstone due to Song Zheng's hand slipping middle.

The fiery red fur ball was instantly stained with black ink.