Chapter Thirty-One: A Perfect Match (Seeking Collection and Recommendation)

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  Xianglian was taken aback, her big eyes shining with tears as she looked up at Wei Zhao, thinking that the young master was comforting herself, and couldn't help but feel a pang of grievance in her heart. She secretly decided that when she got back, she would definitely study hard and read many, many books.

  Don't lose face in front of the young master!

  Wei Zhuo chuckled and stroked the little girl's hair, took over the brush, and wrote "Lack of clothes and food" above the two lines.

  Staring at the four large characters with a rhythmic gaze, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself and shake her head. Looking at Wei Xiao's profile with distinct features and colorful eyes, she thought to herself, "Ah, it's really chaotic." But she didn't know what she was referring to.

  Fu Jiong looked at Wei Qiao's calligraphy and suddenly praised: "Good characters!"

  The little girl stared at the couplet with tears in her eyes, pursing her small mouth, and her small body trembled.

  Wei Zhao picked up the rice paper, blew it dry, and carefully stacked it. He handed it to Xiangqiang while ignoring Yiyun Fu's confusion, and said seriously: "The couplets we wrote can't be cheapened by outsiders, take them back, don't let the fat water flow into someone else's field!" After finishing, he rubbed Xiangqiang's little head vigorously.

  "Hmm!" Xiangqiang nodded heavily, and Li Hua's eyes welled up with tears. Her small mind was suddenly filled to the brim, overflowing. Her little mouth pursed tightly, and tears fell pitter-patter.

  Wei Xiao sighed softly, why are people nowadays so easily deceived?

  She was taken aback for a moment, then pursed her lips, and her eyes became slightly moist, as if she were recalling something in a daze.

  Fu Jiong's eyelids fluttered as he secretly glanced at Yiyun, his lips moved, and he seemed to be hesitating about saying something.

  "Miss, miss..." Just then, a green-clad maid burst in, somewhat flustered, and cried out.

  Lost in thought for a moment, he hastily collected his sorrowful expression, nodded slightly to Wei Xiao, and walked out to greet him.

  Xianglian hastily wiped away her tears, put away the rice paper, pursed her small mouth, and quietly stood behind Wei Zhao. She lifted her small head to look at Wei Zhao's back, pursed her small mouth again, and her eyes were determined.

  Fu Jiong looked at the green-clad woman's flustered appearance, slightly stunned, his gaze following Yiyun to the distant gate.

  Yi Yun frowned and stared at the panicked green-clad maid, lightly scolding her, "Lan'er, what's wrong with you being so flustered?"

  The green-clad maid, Lan'er, was taken aback and only then realized there were people in the room. She hastily stood up straight and quietly approached Yiyun, saying in a low voice: "Miss, Chu Gongzi and Feng Gongzi have arrived."

  At the sound of the rhyme, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. She turned to look at Wei Zhuo in the room, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly as she hesitated for a moment before saying softly, "Please let them come in."

  "Miss..." The pretty face of the young lady was worried and hesitated in a low voice. It's already annoying enough for Miss to see someone inside, now two people come together, it's chaotic!

  Yi Yun obviously knew what Lan Er was thinking, and after a slight hesitation, she nodded.

  The little girl's eyes blinked, looking inside, but only saw Fu Yang's back, her small face slightly strange, nodded, and turned to walk outside.

  Pausing for a moment, he turned and walked towards the inner room.

  Yi Yun stood in front of Wei Zuo, pursed her red lips, and hesitated before speaking softly, "Wei Gongzi, hmm, why don't you go sit in the inner room for a bit?" She wasn't worried that Chu Gongzi and Feng Gongzi would bully Wei Zuo, but rather because of Wei Zuo's peaceful nature, she didn't want him to get entangled in unnecessary disputes. Moreover, it seemed that the two of them couldn't harm Wei Zuo anyway.

  Wei Zao was sitting in the chair, holding a cup and drinking water. Hearing this, he raised his head to look at her and put down the cup, smiling: "What's wrong, inconvenient?"

  Her face flushed with a hint of shyness, she shot him a demure glance, just as she was about to speak, two loud, affected laughs echoed from outside.

  "Hehe, Yiyun miss, Chu Mou comes again to appreciate your lingering piano sound."

  "Haha, Yiyun, I still remember your singing voice vividly!"

  Wei Zhao was a bit embarrassed, always unintentionally teasing the girl. If it weren't for her magnanimity, she would have slapped him long ago.

  At the moment when Wei Zuo was at a loss for words, two figures had already stepped into the doorway.

  One wore a white long gown, with a face as pale as jade, elegant and refined. One wore a green long robe, with a slightly dark complexion, looking arrogant.

  Fu Yanxiang's eyes met those of the two people at the door, who were staring intently at the four people gathered together.

  For a moment, it was quiet and still.

  Chu Han's face still had a calm and confident smile, but it froze at this moment.

  With a courteous and gentle expression, he slowly became excited, his feather fan lightly swaying, paused at this moment on his chest, his eyes slightly furrowed.

  "There's actually another man in Yiyun's room!"

  The two exchanged a glance, both eyes flashing with cold intent.

  Wei Zhao's expression remained calm, and his right hand picked up the teacup again.

  Her face is still flushed with a lingering blush, her beautiful eyes still sparkling with charm.

  Two men looked at each other, a natural anger burning fiercely in their hearts, a sudden heat rising in their bodies, a suppressed rage choking their chests.

  Yiyun hastily composed herself and, turning sideways to face the two men, said softly: "Yiyun has seen the two young masters."

  Wei Zhao sat motionless in the chair, lifting his teacup as if blowing tea to no one. Yi Yun stood beside him, one calm and natural, the other elegant and reserved, like a pair of husband and wife welcoming guests at home.

  As soon as the two saw this scene, they both burned with jealousy, their eyes flashing with anger. They exchanged a glance, suppressing the rage in their hearts, and smiled as they approached, clasping their fists: "I've met Miss Yiyun before."

  Wei Zhao raised his head and glanced at the two of them, their unusual expressions did not escape his eyes. He then turned to look at Yiyun, slightly furrowing his brow. In his heart, he thought 'Miss is not a good word at this time, young lady is respected by people, once in a thousand years, young lady can be called casually, but miss must be called secretly...'

  Yi Yun seemed to have also noticed the thoughts of the two, and hastily retreated a step back, smiling lightly: "Wei Gongzi has just arrived," as if fearing that the two would misunderstand, he added "He came at the invitation of Master Yingkong."

  Chu Han was taken aback, Master Yin Kong's status in Da Qi was extraordinary, not bothering with mundane affairs. However, if he could gain his favor, whether it be fame or career advancement, it would undoubtedly bring tremendous help. He looked at Wei Zhao's calm demeanor and couldn't help but withdraw his disdainful heart. Seeing him being familiar with Yi Yun, he furrowed his brow again.

  Feng Youli looked at Wei Xiao, sneered and raised the corner of his mouth to say to Yiyun, "Miss Yiyun, is this young master Wei led here by Master Yin Kong himself?"

  He didn't understand, so he turned his head to look at Wei Xiao, seeing that his face was still calm as water, and somehow a small knife had appeared in his hand, which he was using to gesture up and down on a piece of wood the thickness of a thumb. He slightly furrowed his brow, shook his head towards Feng Yu, and said: "It's not him, it's Master Yin Kong who invited a guest named Han Shi Zi."

  Feng Youli listened with a polite smile, but his expression grew colder and more mocking. His gaze at Wei Zhao was like a cat playing with a mouse, full of teasing.

  Wei Zhao looked at the wood in his hand and nodded, then casually took a sheet of Xuan paper and placed it on his leg. He grasped the knife with his right hand and suddenly applied force, causing a flurry of wood shavings to fall.

  Feng You saw Wei Zhao being so dismissive of him, and his anger grew even more intense. His eyes were cold and piercing, and he let out a soft 'hmm' as he shook his head in disdain. He turned to Yiyun and said, "Miss Yiyun, I think this young master Wei seems somewhat familiar."

  Yi Yun still didn't know about the rumors outside, but seeing Feng's warm and polite expression with a hint of cold smile that couldn't be concealed, she was slightly taken aback.

  Chu Han's eyebrows rose, and his eyes also lit up. He had also pondered the poem that Wei Xiao had casually recited at Yunfo Temple, and after several calculations, he came to a conclusion.

  There is no one in the world who can produce such a poem with no signs of effort, as if it were born from heaven!

  Adding to the rumors outside, Chu Han's eyes flashed slightly, and he had already thrown away the attention he had just paid.