The two modern people obviously felt that it was quite boring in their hearts, but they still looked at it for a while pretending to be novel, and then they got up and walked around somewhere else.
The good poems written two days before the Dongyuan Poetry Meeting have been posted on the board and placed in a conspicuous place for people to appreciate.
Zhan Mijiang was not interested in this at all, but because of the people around him, he still walked around with her.
Ye Chuijin is even less interested in this. After she became a movie queen in her original world, most of the criticism against her was due to her low education.
She didn¡¯t even go to college, and she didn¡¯t even have any research on this kind of poetry.
At this time, in order to maintain his character, Ye Chuijin would pretend to look at a board when he came in front of it, sometimes frowning, as if he was very immersed in it.
While the two of them were strolling around so seriously, someone accidentally bumped into Ye Chuijin.
Ye Chuijin staggered and fell into Zhan Mijiang's arms.
"I'm sorry." The person who hit him cupped his hands and ran away as if nothing happened.
Zhan Mijiang held the person in his arms with special concern: "Are you okay?"
The tips of the little fairy's ears were slightly red, and she stood up from his arms, shook her head, and then looked at the board again.
Zhan Mijiang seemed to feel the touch of her soft body all over his arms, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
The crowds around are bustling, but most of them are looking at things that interest them.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, Zhan Mijiang approached her again.
The man's breath enveloped her from all directions. She unconsciously wanted to take a step back, but behind her was a board displaying poems.
Zhan Mijiang smiled brightly and lowered his voice: "Madam, I am uneducated. Please tell me what this poem means."
His words were full of ambiguous teasing, and the little fairy raised her eyes slightly to look at him.
She is now wearing the clothes of a scholar, which is very different from her usual appearance.
Looking at her like this, Zhan Mijiang felt that his bones were softened by her.
The little fairy was extraordinarily simple and sincere. When she saw that he wanted to know the meaning of the poem in front of her, she explained in a kind and gentle manner: "This poem is a homesickness poem" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com