King Wei had already walked to King Xuan.

He wore moon-white clothes, a jade crown on his head, and a jingle around his waist. He was dressed like a scribe and behaved in a measured manner.

Surrounded by everyone, he greeted King Xuan and said, "Brother."

King Xuan did not help him, but only responded: "Yes."

The king of Wei had a face as good as a crown jade, a bright and handsome face, and a first-class good appearance.

But standing beside King Xuan...

King Xuan was half a head taller than him, and he was as powerful as a mountain, showing no anger or authority.

The king of Wei was made to look a little thin, and he felt dwarfed by Lisheng.

Xue Qingyin followed He Songning, bowed vaguely, and then everyone walked into the garden.

There are tables and tables already set up in the garden, and there is also a view of the meandering water and the drinking cup.

I guess if you can’t write a poem for a while, you’ll have to drink!

Neither the original person nor the current Xue Qingyin knew anything about these things.

Before the poetry meeting even started, she had already started to have a headache.

Seeing that she was rarely taciturn, He Songning couldn't help but ask: "What?"

Xue Qingyin met his eyes and realized that He Songning was looking at her again.

This person's suspicion is too serious.

Xue Qingyin spit out two words: "Tired."

Tired?

He Songning frowned, but considering that she had been ill, it made sense.

Xue Qingyin pointed to a pavilion: "I want to go there and sit."

"Aren't you going to see King Wei? Qingyin doesn't want the imperial doctor?"

"Why do so many people gather around King Wei to join in the fun? Let's talk about it another day."

He Songning knew that she was timid and impatient, so he frowned, but didn't say anything else. After all, it was enough when people came.

In today's Xue family, father Xue Chengdong and He Songning are of the same mind.

Xue Qingyin didn't want He Songning to notice something strange and treat the two "father and son" as monsters, and burn them to death in a cruel move.

I still have to keep pretending for now.

Xue Qingyin lazily yawned, with two tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Like the lotus leaves waiting to be released.

She said softly: "Brother, come with me too."

He Songning raised his hand and hooked the hair beside her ear, but there was a coldness in his eyes: "Qingyin, have you forgotten what I said to you?"

Xue Qingyin pursed her lips.
Chapter completed!