The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

When Xue Zhiyi and his friends arrived at Wangchun Garden, a group of ladies had already arrived.

Magnolia is also called spring magnolia. It should bloom in early spring, but Changqing Garden is spring all year round, so the magnolia here also blooms early.

It happens to be the first snowfall, and appreciating the snow and composing poems here is also an elegant thing to do.

Tables and chairs had already been placed on the high platform of Wangchun Garden. Because the place was windy everywhere, even if there was hot spring water in the ground, it would inevitably be cold.

So a charcoal fire was placed here to make the place warm.

As the organizer of the poetry meeting, Ge Yuanhui naturally sat at the head of the table. Huo Wuyou and Huo Zhiyu, because of their noble status, were also given honorable seats.

Here, Shen Qingtang waved to Xue Zhiyi and asked her to sit next to her.

After everyone arrived, Ge Yuanhui also announced the rules: In this poetry gathering, each person will draw a lot, and use the magnolia snow scene as the theme, and compose a poem according to the order of the lot draw.

The so-called couplet poetry is to set a topic, and each person writes a stanza in sequence, and finally compose a complete poem.

And time is limited, and everyone must stop writing before the water on the table runs out.

Ge Yuanhui's maid brought up the stick tube, and Xue Zhiyi picked one at random.

Shen Qingtang came over: "Zhiyi, which one are you?"

"Fifth." Xue Zhiyi looked at her.

Shen Qingtang couldn't help but complain: "It's great to be so close to the front. The further back you go, the harder it will be. Look at me, I'm in twelfth place."

When the couplet poetry began, Ge Yuanhui thought for a moment, then confidently wrote down the first stanza.

After the second and third candidates hurriedly finished writing, it was the turn of the fourth candidate, Huo Wuyou.

The table was placed in the middle of the banquet, with paper, pen, ink and inkstone on it, and a charcoal basin next to it, with charcoal fire burning in it and making a crackling sound.

Huo Wuyou was seen with his hands behind his back, without thinking too much, he picked up the pen and started writing. He put down the pen before the water had stopped dripping.

Next to Xue Zhiyi, Shen Qingtang's eyes were bright and full of admiration, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Seeing Xue Zhiyi looking at her, she hurriedly lowered her head and said nothing.

Xue Zhiyi looked at this and felt worried: If it was really Huo Wuyou who framed General Shen Chiyan in the previous life, then wouldn't this silly girl be foolishly giving her love to the wrong person again in this life?

Just as he was thinking about it, Huo Wuyou's voice rang out: "Ms. Xue?"

Xue Zhiyi came back to her senses and saw Huo Wuyou looking at her from afar: "It's your turn."

She suddenly realized and quickly stood up and walked towards the table.

When passing by Huo Wuyou, I saw his brows suddenly frowned.

He glanced at the charcoal brazier on the ground and said nothing.

Xue Zhiyi picked up the pen and glanced at a few poems in front of him. He saw that Huo Wuyou's handwriting was vigorous and powerful, yet with a sense of lightness. It is said that a person's handwriting reflects his character, but his handwriting is not as casual as he appears to be.

Xue Zhiyi was not completely unfamiliar with poetry writing, but she was not very good at it either. As she was concentrating on her thoughts, she did not notice some strange beeping sounds coming from the charcoal basin.

At this moment, Huo Wuyou's expression became more and more solemn.

suddenly--

Snapped!

There was a loud bang, and something in the charcoal basin exploded.

Xue Zhiyi looked up at the sound, only to see something dazzling flying towards her face!

Before she could react, someone pounced on her.

In an instant, she was embraced by that man.

Xue Zhiyi buried almost his entire face in his chest. At this distance, he could faintly hear his heartbeat.

She was knocked to the ground, but Huo Wuyou actually used her body to block the attack.

Those beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed in pain and a muffled groan came from the throat.

"Huo Wuyou?" She shouted subconsciously: "...Huo Wuyou, are you okay?"

Huo Wuyou slowly sat up and wordlessly moved away the hand that he had been holding with Xue Zhiyi in panic.

Xue Zhiyi glanced at his hand. Blood was oozing from the base of his hand and it was very painful.

When he looked closely, he saw countless light blue debris scattered around him, as if something had broken apart.

The scene was already in chaos.

"Zhi Yi!"

Shen Qingtang ran over without caring about her manners. She looked at Xue Zhiyi with red eyes, then looked at Huo Wuyou, wanting to say something but stopping herself. However, she still helped Xue Zhiyi up first.

Huo Zhiyu was also frightened and cried: "Second brother! Second brother, how are you?"

Several servants helped Huo Wuyou stand up. He groaned and smiled at the frightened Huo Zhiyu: "Don't cry, why are you crying about such a small injury?"

Ge Yuanhui was stunned... After coming to his senses, he hurriedly ordered: "What are you standing there for? Call the imperial physician!"

At that time, only the two of them who were near the charcoal brazier were injured, so Huo Zhiyu ordered people to take them to the side room to heal their wounds first.

When turning around, Xue Zhiyi saw Huo Wuyou's back, and traces of blood had seeped through his red winter clothes.

They were each assigned a private room and were treated by imperial physicians who rushed over.

Thanks to Huo Wuyou's help, Xue Zhiyi was not seriously injured. He only had a cut on the base of his left hand by the debris. The imperial physician gave him a simple treatment and then left.

Qiuyun and Suyue were serving, and they are still frightened.

Su Yue said: "It was a close call just now. I'm afraid that Marquis Lin'an was seriously injured."

Looking at the bandaged hand, Xue Zhiyi sneered, and his cute little face suddenly became cold and grim: "If it weren't for him, I'm afraid my face would have been ruined."

Speaking of this, Su Yue became even more angry: "How could such a thing happen to a good charcoal basin?"

There was no one else in the room at the moment, so Qiuyun handed the thing in her hand to Xue Zhiyi: "Miss, I just picked up a piece of debris while no one was paying attention."

Xue Zhiyi looked at her approvingly and then took it.

I saw that the debris was clear and transparent, with a faint blue color, which was very dazzling.

She quickly understood: "If you bury the colored glass in the charcoal fire, and burn it to a certain degree, the colored glass will explode... However, this unique blue colored glass is not produced in the Central Plains, but comes from the Western Regions."

Seeing Su Yue was stunned, Xue Zhiyi said softly: "My uncle has been doing business all over the country for many years, and he often brings back many rare treasures from the Western Regions."

As she spoke, she sighed again: "Fu Rongxin wants to harm me now, and she doesn't avoid people at all."

"Miss Cousin!? So, this incident is aimed at you, Miss?" Su Yue was shocked: "But how can Miss Cousin guarantee that it is Miss who is injured?"

At this point, Xue Zhiyi couldn't help but smile: "Drawing lots is the easiest to tamper with, and there is a clepsydra to control time. As long as I can make sure that the colored glass explodes when I compose a poem, however, Fu Rongxin alone may not be able to do it."

Su Yue hesitated: "Then...was it someone else who did it?"

Of course there are other people, and the one who is most suspected is Ge Yuanhui, who organized this poetry meeting.

Because she not only had the opportunity, but also had the reason. After all, Xue Zhiyi had taken her place as the princess. As long as she had a damaged face, a disability, or suffered from a serious illness, even if she was granted marriage, what would it matter? According to the ancestral system, she could not marry into the royal family.

At this moment, there was a sound of opening the window.

Xue Zhiyi stood up and looked over there warily, and saw Huo Wuyou actually climbing in through the window. He was now leaning on the windowsill looking at her, as if he had something to say.