I'm the Villain's Mother in Time Time

Chapter 483

"I'm just joking. Why are Shizi and Ms. He so nervous? Could it be... I really guessed right?"

"Miss Lin was joking, how could the prince and I meet by chance in the room." He Mingqiu seemed to want to cover up.

Lin Chuqian raised the corners of her mouth, and said with a light smile, "Really? That's my misunderstanding, and I hope the prince will not be offended."

When Li Zijing heard He Mingqiu address her as Miss Lin, he immediately understood who the woman in front of him was.

Isn't this the daughter of General Weihu who came back from Yizhou City not long ago, the second lady of the Lin family, Lin Chuqian, who broke Zhen Youxiu's heart and heart?
Zhen Youxiu used to talk to him every day about how amazing Lin Chuqian was, but looking at it today, it seems a bit unsatisfactory.

The appearance is indeed extraordinary, but her words and demeanor are arrogant and rude, which makes him a little displeased.

He thought that Lin Chuqian was just an arrogant and domineering woman who was held in the hands of others at the border.

Lin Chuqian stepped forward and bowed to salute. "Your Majesty is polite."

Li Zijing nodded politely, and said politely, "Miss Lin is polite."

Ye Zhaojun was stunned for a while, and sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, he quickly smiled and approached Li Zijing carefully, and said to Li Zijing cautiously: "Brother Zijing, did you come to Yuedanping to see if anyone can write the next couplet correctly?" ?”

Li Zijing glanced at He Mingqiu with an unnatural expression, in fact, he came here today to meet her specially.

It was impossible for him not to ask himself, so he could only follow Ye Zhaojun's words and nodded slightly.

Ye Zhaojun admired Li Zijing for many years, and he was very satisfied to be able to talk to him for a few words. He pursed his lips and said with a smile: "I don't know who will be able to match the next couplet in the end. This time, the lucky winner is the authentic work of Duke Zhou."

Duke Zhou was a master of calligraphy in the former dynasty.

Ye Zhaojun was full of joy and wanted to say a few more words to Li Zijing, but if he didn't want the other party to be very cold, he agreed casually and got up to leave.

"Zhaojun, Qiu'er, Miss Lin, farewell."

The son left gracefully, but Ye Zhaojun was disappointed but had to respond sensible and obediently: "Brother Zijing, goodbye."

Before leaving, her elder brother Zijing didn't look at her much except for a glance at He Mingqiu.

Lin Chuqian scolded the scumbag in her heart.

After Li Zijing left, the couple turned into a threesome.

Ye Zhaojun pulled He Mingqiu to ask about what happened after she and Li Zijing's 'encounter', and asked her if they had talked about themselves.

He Mingqiu answered her many questions without changing his expression, and even prevaricated her by saying that the prince actually cared about Ye Zhaojun very much, and the two of them talked about her in the room.

Hearing these words, Ye Zhaojun pursed his lips and showed a shy smile.

Lin Chuqian rolled her eyes while listening, not knowing why Ye Zhaojun didn't have any doubts about He Mingqiu.

You can't even hear such an obvious deception, so you can't blame people for prying your corner.

The two chatted enthusiastically, and they went back and forth to bring the topic back to Yuedan Screen.

"Ming Qiu, can you come up with Yue Danping's poem this time?"

He Mingqiu slowly shook his head. "I heard that Chang Sheng personally composed the poems this time. There are few people in this world whose talents can be compared with him."

Changsheng?

Lin Chuqian couldn't help being interested, and began to listen carefully with her ears pricked up.

"It was made by Prime Minister He himself." Ye Zhaojun seemed to be surprised when he heard it for the first time. "Then it's no wonder why no one has been able to make a second line for nearly half a month."

The issues Ye Zhaojun cared about were different from those of Lin Chuqian.

"How did Ms. He know that it was from the Prime Minister?" Lin Chuqian raised her eyebrows, with a half-smile.

It was this look of seeing through all of He Mingqiu's tricks again.

He Mingqiu was slightly taken aback, his face a little embarrassed.Yue Danping's poems are usually not known to anyone, but this time she only knew about it from Li Zijing.

It was impossible for her to name Li Zijing, so she pondered for a moment before saying vaguely, "I just heard about it."

Lin Chuqian smiled lightly, as if she could see her guilty conscience.

Ye Zhaojun didn't care about the subtle relationship between the two of them, tilted his head and said with a little regret: "It seems that no one can get the lottery this time."

"That's not necessarily true." He Mingqiu glanced at Lin Chuqian cautiously, and said softly, "Not long ago, in the teahouse, was there someone who won a pair of gold hairpins by overwhelming others?"

This is clearly implied.

Lin Chuqian pretended not to understand, looked at He Mingqiu with a sweet smile, and roared in her heart, unexpectedly, He Mingqiu pretended to be obedient and obedient on the surface, and looked weak and bullied, but in fact, he had a lot of thoughts behind his back. Really, I don't want to look so weak on the outside at all.

After being bullied by her for a long time, she also began to want to fight back.

"Ming Qiu, you mean..." Ye Zhaojun whispered, and silently looked at Lin Chuqian, the look of wanting to ask but embarrassed to ask was so cute.

Lin Chuqian smiled, rubbed her chin and pretended to be shy and said, "Miss He can't remember unless I remind me. I really want to know what that young master looks like? Is he handsome and suave?"

He Mingqiu cast a sideways glance at her without missing a trace, feeling numb at what she said, and quickly lowered his eyes, pretending not to care.

"No one in the capital knows the young master's name. I wonder if Miss Lin knows?"

"Does no one know that young master?" Lin Chuqian made it clear that she was not playing tricks, and covered her mouth like Ye Zhaojun and whispered. "No one knows about such a talented young man?"

The corners of He Mingqiu's mouth twitched, a little impatient, she felt that Lin Chuqian said these words just to fool her into being a fool like Ye Zhaojun.

Ye Zhaojun blinked and moved back and forth between the two of them. Seeing that both sides were silent, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Ah Qian, you really don't know who that young master is?"

"I really don't know." Lin Chuqian's face remained unchanged.

"Then why did he give you the golden hairpin?" Ye Zhaojun frowned, unable to understand.

"Maybe it was just a whim after listening to the rumors about my beauty!"

Lin Chuqian never imagined that one day she would use rumors about this boy Zhen Youxiu to fool others.

Ye Zhaojun's innocence lies in her lack of defense against others. When she heard what the other party said, she immediately believed it, and felt it was very reasonable.Nodding his head, he said in affirmation: "It must be so."

He Mingqiu was not as easy to deceive as Ye Zhaojun. She looked at Lin Chuqian without leaving any traces, and she became more suspicious.

If she likes to doubt, she can doubt it!

ignore her.

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Back to Lin Mansion.

The more Lin Chuqian thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. He Mingqiu even suspected that he knew the mysterious young master. There must be many people in Manducheng who thought the same as her.

At first, it was just to tease Zhen Youxiu, thinking that as long as he was leak-proof, he could continue to live his little life after the limelight passed.

And the reality is so unexpected.

The young man who won the gold hairpin with his good sentence in the teahouse is amazing because no one knows about it.

Come and go without a trace, if it wasn't for the proof of the audience present at the time, and the poem as ironclad proof, then everyone else would suspect that the young master fabricated it out of thin air.

Various rumors circulated in the market, some said that the young master belonged to an outsider, some said that the young master was a knight-errant who made his home all over the world, and even more that he was a nobleman with a prominent background...

These rumors are blooming everywhere because there is no evidence to support them. Everything is true, which means that nothing is true.

(End of this chapter)