Chapter 53: Accidentally Entering the Pleasure Boat, It Turns Out Cuddling Can Last All Night Without Tiring…

The hall was so quiet that everyone’s breathing could be heard.

The gazes that looked over were pitying, resentful, and even surprised. Wei Yunruo awkwardly withdrew her hand that had been left hanging in mid-air. She turned around gracefully, as if her face had not been hurt by this.

Qi Yun coldly snorted, reaching out to pick up the cup on his table, taking a small sip of clear wine to swallow.

If he hadn’t guessed wrong, this would undoubtedly be the most embarrassing moment for the Meng family’s young master. In this capital, who didn’t know, or perhaps it could be said, no one understood Li Ruantang better than him.

Behind that beautiful facade hid a cold heart that no one could warm. The fragrant sachet pouch he had eagerly sent was directly returned, let alone a poem, taking a poem to ask a military general.

Heh.

Qi Yun raised an eyebrow, smoothing out the wrinkles on his sleeves leisurely. The previous resentment, after anticipating what was about to happen, actually lightened considerably.

The person he couldn’t have, even Meng Jun wouldn’t be able to obtain.

Sang Shen, who had hurriedly stood up, was even more shocked. He never imagined that Meng Jun’s extremely bold love poem was not for Wei Yunruo!

Although the Li Imperial Daughter was also unmarried, she was a lady with extremely heavy murderous aura. There were rumors in the capital that Li Imperial Daughter loved torturing people the most, and had already caused deaths in secret. What’s more, it was said that a male ghost could be seen on the walls of the Shu Prince Mansion every night.

He hadn’t had time to gossip about all this with Meng Jun yet.

Sang Shen regretted so much that his back felt swollen, while also privately speculating that Meng Jun had changed his mind so quickly, hoping it wasn’t because he had been possessed by some dirty thing.

He quietly inched closer to Meng Jun’s side, just as he saw the pomegranate red-clad lady slowly stand up.

Li Ruantang’s eyes were calm, causing everyone to suck in a cold breath. Those with soft hearts had already averted their eyes, afraid to see the young master Meng’s embarrassed and tearful expression.

The pomegranate red sleeves made her fingers appear even more slender and white as they rested on the other end of the paper, like fine white porcelain, with clear knuckles carrying a hint of coolness. “You really want to give this to me?” she asked lightly.

The young gentleman nodded hurriedly.

The handwriting that met her eyes was still the same, only the wording was who knows how much bolder than the previous letter. Even though Li Ruantang knew in her heart, at this moment she was shocked by these short four lines of poetry.

Deliberately pursing her lips to suppress the smile that was about to appear, Li Ruantang solemnly folded the paper properly. “Young master, this poem—”

Meng Jun raised his head in response, those clear black and white phoenix eyes full of her. Li Ruantang’s heart skipped a beat, the tips of her ears secretly turning a little red, but her face remained calm and indifferent. “Still needs further deliberation.”

“Eh?” The young gentleman was stunned, looking at her somewhat hesitantly.

A love poem, written so clearly, how could she only have these five words of perfunctory response? Could it be that as Sang Shen said, Li Ruantang really didn’t understand?!

She lightly furrowed her brow. Qin Rong hurriedly stood up to change the subject. Sang Shen took the opportunity to quietly pull the still dazed Meng Jun back to his seat.

For a moment, laughter and conversation arose again in the hall.

Just when everyone thought Li Ruantang had rejected Meng Jun’s request earlier, only Qi Yun glared at the figure sitting by the window several times.

The clear wine pressed in his throat turned bitter, choking his lungs painfully. He looked in disbelief at Li Ruantang, who was expressionless and chatting with Qin Rong, his heart filled with unstoppable jealousy.

What a Li Ruantang, actually accepting Meng Jun’s poem silently in front of everyone!

So the person she had always kept in her heart was really him.

How strange, why hadn’t Li Ruantang forgotten Meng Jun? Qi Yun lowered his eyes in deep thought. Or was it that he hadn’t given enough of his medicine?

He couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard he tried. The young gentleman who sat back down gloomily was also upset.

Those drooping phoenix eyes secretly glanced at Li Ruantang who was socializing. Quietly, several cups of clear wine went down, making Meng Jun see several Li Ruantangs.

“Wuu, Tangtang.” A small whimper brought out tears that had been held back for a long time. The young gentleman sadly lay on the table.

He seemed to have had a dream.

In the dream, the moon was bright and the water waves cool. Colorfully dressed entertainers sang and talked. Just as those hands were about to climb onto the seated Li Ruantang, she still seemed unaware. Annoyed, the young gentleman could no longer hold back and reached out to directly grab Li Ruantang’s sleeve.

“No, not allowed.”

Meng Jun mumbled incoherently. In an instant, more hands reached out, either to stop him or to pull her away.

The young gentleman stumbled, about to fall.

A weight on his wrist, Meng Jun was tightly grasped by someone. He looked up dazedly, and was met with Li Ruantang’s worried eyes.

Oh.

The young gentleman immediately became happy. Using her arm, he threw himself straight into Li Ruantang’s embrace.

There seemed to be many voices in his ears, yet it also seemed there was only her voice, sighing softly.

Silly bird.

Mmm, he wasn’t silly! Meng Jun hazily grinned. The silly one was Li Ruantang. She even graduated from Qingshan Academy, yet couldn’t understand a love poem.

Vaguely, there was the sound of a boat entering the water.

The stringed and woodwind music next door was just getting lively, but the throat of the young man curled up drowsily on the beauty couch seemed to be on fire.

He supported his still heavy head and sat up in a daze.

In the dim candlelight, a very large Western mirror was set up directly opposite the beauty couch. The young man reflected in it had lazy eyes, and a section of white was revealed in the slightly loosened collar. His thin lips seemed somewhat swollen, showing a vivid red.

“……”

Meng Jun’s heart was startled, and he hurriedly looked around several times. This was not the Meng mansion, nor was it the Shu Prince Mansion. Outside the carved window, water flowed endlessly, and the clear sound of pipa entered his ears.

“It’s my honor that the Imperial Daughter is willing to grace us with her presence.” Lord Qin’s voice came faintly from outside, along with the slow, messy footsteps approaching. Meng Jun was frightened and immediately climbed up from the beauty couch. This room was not large, and at a glance, there was simply no place to hide.

Although the young gentleman was not clear about what had happened, obviously, he seemed to have accidentally entered a place he shouldn’t have come to.